I am no more

So they became friends. Together they began to take care of the town, the girl easily collected water from a small but deep well with her small hands – this simplified the life of the Dragon. Every night they went to admire the stars, telling fairy tales about them. So several months passed. Dandelion always asked some questions. Sometimes stupid, sometimes smart, sometimes appropriate, sometimes inappropriate. And one day, watering dandelions, the girl began to talk about the earth, about cars, about people, about children, about her family: mom and dad, who told her that they found her in the wool of a lamb named Cloud. They loved her with all their soul, but they began to grow old, and the girl remained a child. As a result, they died and instead of loving parents, she saw only cold stones of tombstones. She also said that she stopped growing up after realizing that she herself would have to die – that's why she cried then.

While telling this, small tears of deep sadness flowed down her cheeks. Then, to cheer up his girlfriend, Drakosha decided to tell her his story:

"When I was little, I lived on earth with my mother." he began.

"It was always warm and nice there. My mother loved me very much, and always gave me warm milk before going to bed, and while I was drinking it, she told me some fairy tale… But one day people came and they started screaming, and then they… killed her! I didn't know why they did it! Then I ran away. I ran and ran, and ended up here." – The Dragon began to cry. One tear. Two. Three. And suddenly he felt some kind of warmth in his chest. Lowering his head, he saw that Dandelion was hugging him with all her might with her little arms. So they stood for a couple of days, and then went home to drink tea, pretending that nothing had happened. The days flew by, it was getting warmer. Both on the street and in the hearts of our heroes. But one day trouble happened. Fatal trouble. On another day, the girl and the dragon watered the plants, telling each other stories and tall tales. Suddenly, a roar was heard. Iron rockets began to fall on their serene planet, destroying everything in their path. The noise deafened everything and everyone. The doors in the rockets opened abruptly, and people in strange costumes began to come out. They attacked the Dragon with spears and screams. Sharp weapons flew at him, but Dandelion abruptly stepped in front of him. There is no pain, there is only blood. A lot of blood. The girl lay motionless. The blades pierced her heart. The dragon crouched over her, covering her with its wings.She quietly croaked her last childish question:

"Am I really going to see Mom and dad alive again?" and, kissing the dragon on the forehead, she closed her eyes forever.

Rage, anger, malice filled the dragon's throat and poured out, leaving only ashes. And so the moon appeared. From dandelions growing on the back of a huge dragon hugging his friend.

There is no equilibrium until there is equality.– but a person has not yet understood this and is unlikely to understand it while anger lives inside him.»-Прочла Астра непослушным детям.

«Это точно рассказ для детей?»– Обратилась она к библиотекарше, на что та положительно покачала головой.

«Скажите, миссис Астра, что вы за птица? Почему у вас есть хвост?»– Спросила таже маленькая девочка.

«Почему дракончик всех убил? В чём смысл истории?»– Подхватили остальные.

«Я и сама не знаю, но одно я могу сказать точно- то, что случается, не важно хорошее или плохое- оно важно. И все и всё в этом мире нужно, что бы всё случилось так, как должно случиться»– Покачнула плечами девушка, возвращая книгу на место.

Дети уже готовы были наброситься на девушку с вопросами, но послышался строгий голос: «Простите за ожидание»

Грустный Эраст плёлся с мрачной Авророй под ручку. Кварц была одета в открытый леопардовый комбинезон.

Дети бросились к экскурсоводам с повторяющимися криками: «Мисс Астра обещала вас побить по башке!»

Сама Астра сложив руки на груди подошла к библиотекарше.

«Вот это фортель ты провернула. Спасибо тебе огромное!»– Прошептала она с благодарной улыбкой.

Эраст, бросив последний взгляд на подругу увёл детей вместе с Авророй.

«Думаю, библиотеку на сегодня придёться закрыть»– Охнула старушка, увидев оставленный хаос.

«Могу ли я чем-нибудь помочь?» – Доброжелательно спросила Мора.

«Нет. Милочка, ступай домой и изучай там оставшиеся книги»– Выпроваживая за дверь ученицу, закончила разговор хранительница книг, захлопнув за собой массивную дверь.