Dream Weaver by Alexie (ebook reader screen .TXT) 📕

The sand turned in the wind. Making it stick to my face drenched with sweat. While the others were walking behind and in front of us. We who were in the middle had to deal with the infants. Their constant scream for food, change or sleep. Left us exhausted in the middle of the night. Almost every night we would stay awake and whisper stories of our future even though we knew they would never come true so long as we were being sold.
Being sold for the family wasn't as easy as it sounded. It actually hurt very much to be abandoned by your family for food, drink or money. This might sound unsightly to those with present ears. Might sound like child abuse...I don't really know what it sounds like to tell the truth only I know what it sounds like to be a story weaver.
I make up stories of the seas and royalty to amuse the rich masters who own me. I tell tales of doors that a appear at night with only a few words. I tell stories o not so harsh dream lands so others seek a better life. But every night with my friends I would tell a tale were doors opened for those who wished so badly for an escape. A World were you could walk on clouds. And the sun was blue instead of yellow. Were trees grew upside down in the sky and animals could talk their minds. Were shooting stars would touch your forehead to bless the hero's.
I whispered my tales to sooth my friends and the other children and they would look around themselves as if they were already there. I cried sometimes over my own tales because sometimes it hurt to see the awe in their faces. What was I doing but only lying to them. They were my friends and my new family. Why was I telling tales that got their hopes up?
I thought my life was going end the moment we first got into the cities. Some of my friends by then had already died. I hadn't mourned them when they left the world. What a good friend I was to not mourn her friends. When I walked past booths selling their wears. They stopped and starred and pointed at me. I must at admit for a slave girl I was too pretty to be a slave but the never the less I was never bought. Something about being cursed for a slave. When we set up shop in the middle of the square people came instantly. Pawing over my friends and the children. It hurt to see most of my friends go. As well as the other children.
Nivirae, Nivirae, the children called to me. Tell us a tale, Nivirae. Make us forget this place for only a little while they pleaded to me. I sighed, knowing this was the only thing I was good at. Find me a stool I whispered to one of the near by children. The child came running back eagerly with a stranger in tow, saying the stranger would only lend it to us if only he could listen to my tale. Sighing, I nodded.
I sat and patted my lap for any one willing child. One very small child that I called mouse came towards me hesitantly. Smiling I beckoned to him. He had kinky brown hair that that fluffed out in all directions and it was almond colored. His skin too was that color because of the dirt and grim. He came over and lifted his arms. I picked him up and settled him on my lap. Now what do want me to tell a tale about I asked the little children all sitting around me eagerly.
Insisting hands rose to get their chance at their say in a tale. But a tale came to mind in my head . So I gestured with my hands for silence. They all instantly fell silent and dropped their hands. I began a tale with a circus bear... The circus bear rolled on his ball standing on his hind legs wearing a pleaded vest and hat. He spoke too, He said; come one come all come see our legends of animals. See a dragon, see a werewolf and come see our beautiful fortune teller Missy.... While I was telling my story the children began to stand play around as if they were in the circus. Doing leaps and twirls and roaring like a dragon. I laughed at mouse when he got on to another boys shoulders and started towards me smiling his cute smile. The Stranger who was sitting next to me was looking at me... How are you doing this he asked me. I stopped my tale with; And the dragon roared a mighty roar that spouted fire from his lungs. When I stopped. All the children stopped as if they were only puppets with expecting looks on their faces.
I thought about my answer towards the stranger. I walked over next to the stranger lowered my head close to his ear and whispered. I am merely a story teller your prince. Knowing I caught him of guard. I smiled and continued my tale where I had let off.
When I was done I realized I had attracted more attention than I had wanted. For all the people in the square were silent and watching. Getting up and off the princes chair I brushed the dirt off of it and handed it to him. Mouse came up and tugged at my hand. I knelt and he drew letters in my hand. He wrote, Don't leave me Nivirae, Please take me with you.
I smiled and said I am not going any where with out you my sweet and dear little Mouse. The prince was arguing with the slave seller. When I looked up I caught his and looked down at mouse and looked up again. He knew what I wanted and nodded his acceptance. Finally the slave trader grudgingly agreed with the prince on a price. The slave trader walked up to me, Mouse and my best friend Dreamer.
You have just been bought he smiled his cruel greedy smile at us. Smiling at each other I knew my friends and I shared a secret know one but us knew.

The next morning I woke up on the floor, something warm and heavy was cradling me; it was the prince. Moving slowly and carefully as to not disturb him of his sleep I sat up and moved over to just lay next to Mouse. I lay there watching and listening to my surroundings. Watching the coming dawn. Nivirae wake up, the prince wants to get moving. Groaning I got up. You can tell the prince I've been up for the past two hours and ask him did he sleep nicely. Dreamer cursed and mumbled something that sounded awfully close to,
"Fuck off I'm not a messenger bird."
We went shopping for meat water and traveling tigers instead of an aircraft bike. Suddenly the grounds shaking people are screaming, children are crying. Buildings were collapsing. I ran outside to see a violet light streak across the sky. I raced after it not listening to Dreamers demand to stay put and take cover. It landed in the sand making the sand spray in all directions making a crater in the land. I slid down the side to stand before a stone as tall as me. Shaped like an egg it vibrated and hummed. It constantly changed color. I felt an electric pull towards it; stepping closer I began to hear a melody in my head. Lifting my hand I placed my palm on it's glittering surface. Suddenly the surface started to crack. I scrambled away just in time for it to reveal a creature with wings. I gasped in awe of the creature before me.

"Hello Nivirae a voice said." Startled I looked around but there was no one there. Suddenly I realized it was the creature that had spoken. What are you I asked. I am your Dragos and you are my master. Whats your name, I asked. My name is Catastrophe.

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Damn off all the women who had to be my best friend it was one who didn't take advice at all. and to top it off Mouse has disappeared as well. Now what I am supposed to tell the prince after he's done buying the tigers. Now the only thing that could make this day worse is Nivirae showing up with an adopted strange creature. And it just got worse. Nivirae was side by side with a creature with wings and more meat in her arms. Sighing in disgust at my awful luck I went to interrogate Nivirae.

Catastrophe was funny and understanding although when he heard about my parents selling me he was very quite for a moment or two. I knew he was holding any comments about them to himself less he upset me. I was relieved to fianly tell someone everything it felt as if though my sorrrow my hate and misery all just dissapeared. Catastrophe said that he was 1.6 billion years old in his worlds constillation time. In our time he's of only six years old.
I asked him how long he'd been in the egg he said 1.6 again. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the time he spent in his egg. It must've been so lonely. But apparently it wasn't. He said that dragons were so advance that they were able to gather magic through science. They apparently lived just like us only their home's floated in the sky. I could only imagine a world were there was no garbage on the land no pollution it was a wonderful place in deed.
He said that because of the magic they were able to lock it into the dragos matreas thus enabling the birth of magic dragos. Apparently the magic dragos'es are only born every 15 years in their constellation time. And only one is born from each Matreas. no execptions; except for the royal family. Once a magic dragos is born they