An unexpected friend

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I am hiding in my cave, my scales against the wall, I hear Matt’s footsteps. “You should not leave, the army is in the plains, we have to wait”. Matt was a good human, he found me by accident. After he overcame his fear of me, he decided to help me escape peacefully with my family. This planet has become increasingly difficult to live on. For humans we are either a legend or a monster that deserves being slayed.

A shrill sound hurts my tympanums; what monstrosity have they invented this time…I cringe in pain, Matt does not seem affected.

“What is happening to you, are you in pain?”, asks Matt.

“Its horrible, this noise!”, I respond.

I can hear my compatriots clawing against the stone, they are hurting too.

The ground is trembling, they are going to cause an apocalypse if they wake them up…

“What are they going to do again to torture us?”

“I am going up to see, stay put here, I am going to stop them.”

I am waiting for Matt, in silent pain, while the noise stops, as suddenly as it had started.

Matt comes back running. “They have an ultrasound machine to hunt you all, I have managed to stop them for now, inventing some story about an endangered species. But it is the army, it won’t stop them for long. You should leave as soon as you can.

” As I feared, in a few hours the hideous noise started again. We aren’t supposed to move. We are dead if they find us. I hear my brother, in the tunnel beside. He is scratching and grinding his teeth.

“Stay calm”, I tell him. “Matt has gone to stop them.”

“We are not going to let this human tell us what to do. We are strong and the humans fear us.”

“That was before, they have changed. Do not do anything stupid.”

I hear him swaying in frustration in the tunnels, hope he listens to me.

I hear a loud cry of rage above me. Oh non, he has gone out! They know now that we are here. I hear the spluttering  of the flames, my brother never knew how to control himself, he loved to destroy everything. But violence begets violence. Explosions on the ground above are making the walls of the cave shake. This is followed by an enormous thud. The explosions and the cries of pain of my brother are mixing into each other. And then, silence. They know us to be hostile. We can not avoid the conflict any longer…too many will die.

A deafening grumble intensifies, it has started, they have woken them up. The giant wasps are going to come out an massacre everyone. Matt is petrified, the humans do not stand a chance against this terrible enemy. Only we can stop them, dragons against wasps, as it has been forever.

I take flight along with my brothers to the amazement of the humans. We are chasing away the vicious wasps as we have done since centuries, and we are winning our freedom in this world.

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Without a sound

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I stuff my dresses into my backpack and leave by the window of my room. I hope that I do not make a sound, I have to leave before my father comes to know. Tom is waiting at the end of the road with his old truck. I signal him to take me to the town. The flyer said that the beauty contest was to be held this evening, it is my last chance to escape this village.

I am finally here, among the other girls, with my lovely robe. I am happy, they allowed me to participate, they gave me a chance. We had to practice all afternoon, for it to be perfect this evening. The girls walk about, I did not see them, I run after them with my heels, I have to keep an eye all round me, and be alert to their slightest movement so as to not lose them. I should do as they do even if I do not hear the music or the instructions.

Suddenly, the man in grey in the front is annoyed, he has to shout, and everybody looks at me. I look at them in disbelief, he makes huge incomprehensible gestures, the girl next to me hints me to move forward. I let myself go and walk up to the end of the ramp, the man continues to be disturbed, I make signs at him to let him know that I can not hear him. He is red with anger now and shouts at his assistant, who brings me to the curtains, signals me to stay put, and runs back to the man. Should I just wait here?

I do not dare to move. It is terrible, I am lost here. I look through the curtains at all that is happening and my blood freezes – my father is there, angry at the man responsible for the pageant, dragging Tom by his collar behind him. He has found me, he is going to take me home now, everything is lost. I will not be chosen, I will never escape my village. I hide myself in the shadows of the curtains to delay his finding me. He anger is terrible, I do not dare to imagine it.

When they place the tiara on my head, this evening, I am happy, I did not understand all that took place. My father explained me the choreography, and translated for the spectators all that I was signing away emotionally. He had changed his mind, because the man in grey found it amazing that I was hearing impaired, that I was special, that I had a future.


An accountant in the jungle

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I wake up in my ruffled costume, a young aborigine offers me a bowl. Taking up a job in South America seemed like a good idea, but after the boat capsized, I find myself lost here, incapable of locating any hint of civilization. All that is left with me are these useless accounting books that my young friend lugged out of the water along with me.

“I go”, I say to my companion yet another morning.

“Go”, he says finally this time.

He signals me to follow. He puts my belongings into two bags before entering the jungle. I hesitate, but the we part without a word.

We walk together until we arrive at a river where a canoe awaits us. He signals me to board the canoe and we leave. Perhaps he is going to bring me back to civilization. Our progress is slow and perilous, We risk another capsize due to the logs floating in the water, but my guide avoids them expertly. He suddenly cries to warn me of something but I do not understand. Too late, our canoe collides with a huge log despite the big push my guide makes with the oar. Its not until it opens with its mouth that it hits me – a crocodile! We are a few meters from the bank, my companion jumps and I follow suit instinctively. I land in mud and I heave myself hut on to solid ground just in time to watch the crocodile snap the canoe and our belongings to pieces. A least we are still alive, but now we have to continue on feet.

I miss home, and my predictable, peaceful life.. Why would I want to leave it behind…the monotony of my life back at home seem a blessing in comparison as we walk through the jungle covered in mud, holding on to dear life. My friend is nervous, which is unlike him….what could he be afraid of?

At the turn of the trail, he stops abruptly, facing two aborigines bearing spears. I do not dare to move. They push us down the trail, my companion seems worried. Upon arriving at their village, they separate us. My friend gives me one last glance while they take him away. I find myself enclosed inside a small hut. I can see nothing apart from a pile of strangely familiar bones at the middle of it.

What are they going to do to us…I could give anything to not have left my cabin this morning.

A group of villagers enter my hut, my friend is with them and an old man extends a bunch of printed documents towards me, some sort of contracts it seems to me.

“You, help us, give-take”, he says with a big smile. And starting there I became a business negotiator, eventually handling the interests for a few amazonian tribes. An exceptional life awaited me just around the corner – I just needed the courage to go there.