Cheyenne Cairns
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Oreo's Tail
If walls could talk, we wouldn’t. It is my humble opinion that it is far greater to watch, to listen, to observe than it is to talk, to bolster vanity, to pontificate. But that’s just me. Perhaps an Austrian castle, or a manor in the Cotswolds, or even a polychromatic palace in Nawalgarh would have a wall with many grand stories to tell, that of princes and royal intrigue, deception and political downfall, but that isn’t what I have to offer. My stories are far more common, more relatable, and perhaps that makes them uninteresting, but I find these happenings to be magical and sad, intriguing yet mundane - fully worth the abuse and depreciation I receive in order to collect them.
By Cheyenne Cairns 3 years ago in Families
Contrition
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Or so it was thought. It was all too easy for the humans to believe in the creatures’ mystical and prompt occurrence. The truth, however, was far more plausible. Dragons had been in the world, originated in that very valley to be precise, long before any human stumbled out of its anthropoidal subsistence to pull a sword out of a rock and claim king. All it took were a few rogue, lizard-breathed halfwits to reveal the long-standing sequestered knowledge of the dragons’ existence. And for what? To prove the superiority of their race? To see the look of horror in the inferiors’ eyes as they burned villages, citadels, their children’s souls? Any simpleton could see these truths without the carnage and vanity. But alas, not even dragons are created equally. This, she knew without question. For it wasn’t long before a war between the two alpha predators erupted. Sure, it went well for the dragons in the beginning, but raining hellfire on unsuspecting villages can only accomplish so much. Humans adapt. They rally. They get angry. They learn an enemy's weakness and exploit it. They reproduce at an unparalleled rate, and it didn’t take much longer than a decade for the tides to turn - to watch the cockroaches infest the dragons’ caves, woods, even the mountains.
By Cheyenne Cairns 4 years ago in Fiction
