I crashed into the week with news of an unexpected piece of work which was urgently required but at the very same time an old slain dragon (one I thought had long been put to bed) suddenly erupted into fiery form and whacked me over the head with it’s tail!!!
In no time there I was in the eye of yet another storm, face to face with the protagonist. I talked to myself………. stay calm, listen, hold the line, you know what’s right here……….I then wedged myself between the dragon and the mouth of the cave………..he breathed heavily……….
I noticed there wasn’t too much flame……….I saw a way through.
“I’m on my own here now but there are dozens more like me coming” I roared “they are on their way now, you’d better believe me!” This was the closest I have ever come to making any kind of threat.
I saw a moment where he looked tired, his life flashed before him, he was listening……..he stumbled…….he began to consider an easier option…….I have seen this look before. It happens just before an agreement is clinched, before a compromise is reached, before a dragon backs down………
But there is always one more sting in the tail and I waited and waited, while the dragon thrashed around in the cave…….then it came at last, a final snarl. I turned my head towards the light. In the distance I saw the sun coming up at the edge of the forest………it’s sunbeams highlighted my way through………….the bellowing would stop very soon if I could hold out……
Then it happened, he faltered, slouched and there was a huge rumble as he collapsed on the cave floor spent and old. Dust rose, cleared and then silence.
For now it was time to return home, job done.
This was no triumph. There would be no celebration. As I set out on the journey back my feet would barely lift from the ground. I could only smell the heat of the battle. My head hurt.
In the forest, the light grew and the green wood filled me with damp mossy thoughts. The beauty of the world. The goodness of people, the sweet smiles of my loved ones. And that soft light and squishy path lifted my spirits just enough to remember that I would never fully harden to the world in spite of it’s darkness. And anyway, here I was on my way home.