A long time ago, in the forgotten land of Eldoria, dragons roamed the earth and skies, their scales shimmering in the sunlight like jewels. These magnificent creatures were the guardians of the realm, wise and ancient, holding secrets of the universe in their fiery breath. They lived in harmony with nature, playing in the clouds during the day and resting in their hidden dens at night.
The dragons of Eldoria were unique, not just in their radiant beauty but in their magical life cycle. Unlike any other creature, when their time came to an end, they did not perish as mortals do. Instead, they transformed into majestic wooden sculptures, preserving their last pose for eternity.
As seasons changed, Eldoria faced harsh winters that turned its lush landscapes into frosty wonderlands. Most dragons, being creatures of fire and warmth, sought refuge in their cozy dens, away from the biting cold. However, some, driven by curiosity or necessity, braved the icy winds.
One such winter, a young dragon, Azure, ventured out to play in the falling snow. Enchanted by the frozen lake, Azure, known for his playful spirit, decided to glide over its icy surface. But as fate would have it, the lake’s surface cracked, and Azure, caught by surprise, fell into the freezing waters. The cold was too much for the young dragon, and there, in the icy depths, Azure turned into a stunning piece of wood, his wings spread wide as if in mid-flight.
Years passed, and the wooden dragon became a part of the lake, half-submerged, half-revealing its majestic form. Travelers and locals often mistook it for an intricate piece of driftwood, not knowing the magical story behind it.
Another dragon, Ember, known for her fiery red scales, faced a similar fate. On a particularly cold night, she peeked out of her den, curious about the silver moonlight. The chill was swift and unforgiving, and Ember, caught in its grasp, transformed into a wooden sculpture right at the entrance of her den, forever gazing at the moon she so loved.
As time went on, these wooden dragons became part of Eldoria's landscape, each telling a silent tale of a life once lived. They stood as reminders of the mystical creatures that once graced the skies, holding the secrets of a world where magic and reality intertwined.
And so, the legend of the wooden dragons was born, a tale passed down through generations. The people of Eldoria learned to see the beauty in these wooden relics, understanding that they were not just pieces of wood, but the last remnants of majestic beings that once roamed their land.
And the legend of the Dragons of Eldoria lived on, whispered in the rustling leaves and echoed in the hearts of those who walked all the lands, forever in awe of the majestic creatures that once soared above and now slept in eternal wooden slumber.
This idea was originally told in my blog, "The Everyday Adventurer". I wrote about it in a post called, "Alice and the Dragons". Part of it was a true story and a part of it came from my own mind and the mind of a little girl named Alice who loved nature.
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