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Chapter 1: Memories

Mythril stumbled forward, tripping over a small step she had missed while searching her path with the smoothed branch of an old oak tree she used as a cane. She saw the world around her by the dancing shapes of light that was her sight, for she was blind though not blind as we know blindness. She could make out some colors such as deep shades of purple and red along with a few others. The bright light of the sun shown in her eyes allowing her to make out the shadows and reflections of the beings before her.

She caught herself and straightened, wishing-not for the first time-that Pythra was there to guide her through the crowded and narrow market streets, that ran throughout the city. The city was always filled with the hustle and bustle of traders and merchant all around the island, on the market days. The population of the huge city made it the ideal place to make an income.

It was high noon-the only time Mythril dared to walk the over flowing street; for the abundance of sunshine made her vision better and allowed her to see most of the obstacles that made cross her path-the great building that surrounded her cast shadows of the stales before her.

Though she could see none of the details of the booths or the people who ran them she smiled. The people of Atlantis were a kind race, and though they avoided her because of her 'disability', they usually were eager enough to help her when she was in need of it.

A flash of green past before her eyes as she ran into the furry being in front of her. "Oh. Forgive my clumsiness I did not see you, Mighty Servant of The Great Mother." She said sincerely bowing deep before the beast before her.

"Not to worry, Unseeing Daughter of Man, for I was not paying attention as well." The dragon said. His voice was smooth, but the feel of his mind touching hers made her wince. She bowed again. The fur covered reptile was gone as fast as he had appeared. The interaction with male made Mythril yearn for her Great Dragon's company.

The larger of the dragons were not allowed in the busy streets during the busier days of Atlantis-such as the market days or human holidays-for they took up too much room and usually caused some damage to the buildings of the city: though not intentionally.

Though these dragons were not permitted, many of the smaller reptiles ran free. Their sizes ranged between that of a large insect to that of a small elephant-though Mythril did not know what exactly and elephant was, Pythra had told her of their long grey snouts and great fat bodies; though Mythril had more of the image of an overgrown grey anteater rather than an actual elephant.

Over the years Mythril's Serpentine companion had taught her much more about the world that surrounded her great home, than just that of an elephant. Pythra taught her of formulas and potions that could give a man enough strength to resist the clutch of death or send him instantly into the peace that is eternal. She had taught Mythril to use her hands in defense and healing; but the thing Mythril loved most was the teachings about the dragons.

Dragons had many different shapes, sizes, abilities and how the communicate with their mind. Pythra had taught Mythril of the dragon that could change their form, run faster than the wind, breathe ice, kill a man with just a stare, or even make multiples of themselves: each of which Mythril would create an image in her mind from the descriptions that the water dragon gave her; for she had never actually seen a dragon though she could tell the difference in each that she past from their shade of color or the way the light reflected off their outer coats.

Mythril would always be indebted to her overgrown friend; not only for her guidance and protection, but for giving her the sight she has now. She would never forget the day she had been informed of the chance of new sight…

At the beginning her eyes had been plunged into the darkness that was her sight, and she felt the hope was lost; but Pythra was a wise healer dragon, along with a patience that could out last the earth itself.

Pythra had told Mythril of an herb that only grew every twenty years, and its time of bloom would soon be upon them. "What does this herb do, Great Healer Dragon of the North?" Mythril had asked. She refused to lessen her formality with the great intimidating dragon.

"Nothing for those who know not, Young One, but it I mix it with the ointment of the great willow and the water of The Northern Lake, then it may restore your sight." The voice of the motherly dragon washed over her. Could it be true? Could she really regain her sight?

"Why of the willow and not the oak? Why the water of the north and not that of the south?" She asked curiously.

The world as she knew it was black; but the ground beneath the bare skin of her feet was soft and the rock in which she sat upon was cool. She ran her hand over its rough surface and listened to a bird chirp in a nearby tree, seemingly as impatient for an answer as she.
"For, young one, it is the willow and not the oak that is soft enough to hold such a delicate herb and it is the water of the north and not that of the south that will accept the herb's minerals and allow them to mix with its own; but I fear, my child, that even with the rare Katon, you may not be given the vision you once knew…" Mythril sat contemplating her companion's answer. The leaves above her head rustled and danced in the wind, she felt the minute vibrations of Pythra's scales scrapping against the cool stone beneath her as the female dragon shifted her weight.

"You see the world through your reptilian eyes, Great Serpent, for you are capable of it. You are capable of making the differ between the red of the rose and the white that is the water lily; you are able to recognize the differ in their shape and size. But if you lay the two before me I know nothing of them: I know not if their even their. To know that they are there, or to even know the pigment of there color, would be a wondrous change." Mythril explained, her eyes staring through the world around her.

It was a long while before Pythra spoke. "I may see the red that is the rose and know it from the water lily; but does the rose not have thorns, does it not feel different than the white flower that glides on the water as if it a swan? I may see these flowers of beauty but that, young hatch-ling, is why I envy you at times." Mythril didn't understand the wise dragon's words.

"Dearest Dragon, what do you mean? I see nothing but the cold black that surrounds me, why envy such a bleak and terrible thing?" She asked as she continued to run her hand over the cool rock, as if to make sure it was still there.

"If a man wakes next to the same woman of beauty day after day, does not her beauty fade? The man becomes use to the sight and therefore takes it for granted." Mythril soaked in her words but still she did not fully understand. Pythra, catching this, continued. "My child, you remember the world in a way no man could. You take hold of the beauty that surrounds you, though you cannot see it. Any man or dragon could sit as you are now and take no notice to the green that is the grass and sways with the wind or the roughness of the stone that you are cherishing now. They would not see the bird in its nest or hear it chirping in greeting to the morn, or feel the wind caressing their hair. They would only see the same woodlands they pass everyday as if it were nothing. For that, hatch-ling, is what it is to them."

Shock flowed through Mythril. Pythra's words were more reassuring than she had expected; for the dragon had a point. Mythril never really took notice to her surrounding when she was able to see. Nature was overrated to her then, it was just another insignificant part of life.

She stood with a new sense of sight; for though she could not see with her eyes, the world she saw through the memories of the past, and the descriptions she was given by her large reptilian friend, was far greater than any seeing man could imagine. She held her head high, caressing the cool soil beneath her toes, with a new understanding.

"Wisest of Dragons, you are correct as always, and I am grateful of your words; for I shall look upon life anew, and be burdened from my lack of sight no longer. The world around us is beautiful and wondrous, and I shall experience all that it has to offer!" She spoke with the confidence that she had not experienced since she had first awoke from the illness that had brought on her loss of sight.

"That is a wise decision, young one, though the feeling may fade; I trust you'll except my remedy and attempt to regain your sight, for that also would be a wise decision." Pythra explained a hint of laughter in her voice. Mythril nodded in agreement; for though she experience her loss of sight differently than before she still cherished the thought of a new found vision. And so after another half and a year Mythril slowly began to gain the sight she has now, thanks to the help of her great companion and the knowledge of old.

She smiled at the thought of the old memory and how foolish she had been in her younger years-though she was still quite young and a little foolish-as she continued down the busy market street in search of the herbs and materials she was in need of restocking….

Description
Chapter 1: Memories

Mythril stumbled forward, tripping over a small step she had missed while searching her path with the smoothed branch of an old oak tree she used as a cane. She saw the world around her by the dancing shapes of light that was her sight, for she was blind though not blind as we know blindness. She could make out some colors such as deep shades of purple and red along with a few others. The bright light of the sun shown in her eyes allowing her to make out the shadows and reflections of the beings before her.

She caught herself and straightened, wishing-not for the first time-that Pythra was there to guide her through the crowded and narrow market streets, that ran throughout the city. The city was always filled with the hustle and bustle of traders and merchant all around the island, on the market days. The population of the huge city made it the ideal place to make an income.

It was high noon-the only time Mythril dared to walk the over flowing street; for the abundance of sunshine made her vision better and allowed her to see most of the obstacles that made cross her path-the great building that surrounded her cast shadows of the stales before her.

Though she could see none of the details of the booths or the people who ran them she smiled. The people of Atlantis were a kind race, and though they avoided her because of her 'disability', they usually were eager enough to help her when she was in need of it.

A flash of green past before her eyes as she ran into the furry being in front of her. "Oh. Forgive my clumsiness I did not see you, Mighty Servant of The Great Mother." She said sincerely bowing deep before the beast before her.

"Not to worry, Unseeing Daughter of Man, for I was not paying attention as well." The dragon said. His voice was smooth, but the feel of his mind touching hers made her wince. She bowed again. The fur covered reptile was gone as fast as he had appeared. The interaction with male made Mythril yearn for her Great Dragon's company.

The larger of the dragons were not allowed in the busy streets during the busier days of Atlantis-such as the market days or human holidays-for they took up too much room and usually caused some damage to the buildings of the city: though not intentionally.

Though these dragons were not permitted, many of the smaller reptiles ran free. Their sizes ranged between that of a large insect to that of a small elephant-though Mythril did not know what exactly and elephant was, Pythra had told her of their long grey snouts and great fat bodies; though Mythril had more of the image of an overgrown grey anteater rather than an actual elephant.

Over the years Mythril's Serpentine companion had taught her much more about the world that surrounded her great home, than just that of an elephant. Pythra taught her of formulas and potions that could give a man enough strength to resist the clutch of death or send him instantly into the peace that is eternal. She had taught Mythril to use her hands in defense and healing; but the thing Mythril loved most was the teachings about the dragons.

Dragons had many different shapes, sizes, abilities and how the communicate with their mind. Pythra had taught Mythril of the dragon that could change their form, run faster than the wind, breathe ice, kill a man with just a stare, or even make multiples of themselves: each of which Mythril would create an image in her mind from the descriptions that the water dragon gave her; for she had never actually seen a dragon though she could tell the difference in each that she past from their shade of color or the way the light reflected off their outer coats.

Mythril would always be indebted to her overgrown friend; not only for her guidance and protection, but for giving her the sight she has now. She would never forget the day she had been informed of the chance of new sight…

At the beginning her eyes had been plunged into the darkness that was her sight, and she felt the hope was lost; but Pythra was a wise healer dragon, along with a patience that could out last the earth itself.

Pythra had told Mythril of an herb that only grew every twenty years, and its time of bloom would soon be upon them. "What does this herb do, Great Healer Dragon of the North?" Mythril had asked. She refused to lessen her formality with the great intimidating dragon.

"Nothing for those who know not, Young One, but it I mix it with the ointment of the great willow and the water of The Northern Lake, then it may restore your sight." The voice of the motherly dragon washed over her. Could it be true? Could she really regain her sight?

"Why of the willow and not the oak? Why the water of the north and not that of the south?" She asked curiously.

The world as she knew it was black; but the ground beneath the bare skin of her feet was soft and the rock in which she sat upon was cool. She ran her hand over its rough surface and listened to a bird chirp in a nearby tree, seemingly as impatient for an answer as she.
"For, young one, it is the willow and not the oak that is soft enough to hold such a delicate herb and it is the water of the north and not that of the south that will accept the herb's minerals and allow them to mix with its own; but I fear, my child, that even with the rare Katon, you may not be given the vision you once knew…" Mythril sat contemplating her companion's answer. The leaves above her head rustled and danced in the wind, she felt the minute vibrations of Pythra's scales scrapping against the cool stone beneath her as the female dragon shifted her weight.

"You see the world through your reptilian eyes, Great Serpent, for you are capable of it. You are capable of making the differ between the red of the rose and the white that is the water lily; you are able to recognize the differ in their shape and size. But if you lay the two before me I know nothing of them: I know not if their even their. To know that they are there, or to even know the pigment of there color, would be a wondrous change." Mythril explained, her eyes staring through the world around her.

It was a long while before Pythra spoke. "I may see the red that is the rose and know it from the water lily; but does the rose not have thorns, does it not feel different than the white flower that glides on the water as if it a swan? I may see these flowers of beauty but that, young hatch-ling, is why I envy you at times." Mythril didn't understand the wise dragon's words.

"Dearest Dragon, what do you mean? I see nothing but the cold black that surrounds me, why envy such a bleak and terrible thing?" She asked as she continued to run her hand over the cool rock, as if to make sure it was still there.

"If a man wakes next to the same woman of beauty day after day, does not her beauty fade? The man becomes use to the sight and therefore takes it for granted." Mythril soaked in her words but still she did not fully understand. Pythra, catching this, continued. "My child, you remember the world in a way no man could. You take hold of the beauty that surrounds you, though you cannot see it. Any man or dragon could sit as you are now and take no notice to the green that is the grass and sways with the wind or the roughness of the stone that you are cherishing now. They would not see the bird in its nest or hear it chirping in greeting to the morn, or feel the wind caressing their hair. They would only see the same woodlands they pass everyday as if it were nothing. For that, hatch-ling, is what it is to them."

Shock flowed through Mythril. Pythra's words were more reassuring than she had expected; for the dragon had a point. Mythril never really took notice to her surrounding when she was able to see. Nature was overrated to her then, it was just another insignificant part of life.

She stood with a new sense of sight; for though she could not see with her eyes, the world she saw through the memories of the past, and the descriptions she was given by her large reptilian friend, was far greater than any seeing man could imagine. She held her head high, caressing the cool soil beneath her toes, with a new understanding.

"Wisest of Dragons, you are correct as always, and I am grateful of your words; for I shall look upon life anew, and be burdened from my lack of sight no longer. The world around us is beautiful and wondrous, and I shall experience all that it has to offer!" She spoke with the confidence that she had not experienced since she had first awoke from the illness that had brought on her loss of sight.

"That is a wise decision, young one, though the feeling may fade; I trust you'll except my remedy and attempt to regain your sight, for that also would be a wise decision." Pythra explained a hint of laughter in her voice. Mythril nodded in agreement; for though she experience her loss of sight differently than before she still cherished the thought of a new found vision. And so after another half and a year Mythril slowly began to gain the sight she has now, thanks to the help of her great companion and the knowledge of old.

She smiled at the thought of the old memory and how foolish she had been in her younger years-though she was still quite young and a little foolish-as she continued down the busy market street in search of the herbs and materials she was in need of restocking….