Impromptu storytime!

Several weeks ago, I was watching something on the History Channel about how legends start. A few nights later, Bainwen and I were talking one night after dinner, and she asked me to tell her a story... Here it is.

You see, there are many stars in the sky, constellations, pictures of people and animals that are permanently enshrined in the heavens. There are two, though, that bear a special story.

It started many years ago, with a young boy. He lived peacefully, in a land and time untouched by the modern world, but he was troubled. His troubles were usually helped by walking through the woods, so he did. His keen tracker's eye caught a small track in the dirt, a track he had never seen.

The boy followed this track, and at the end, he found a small dragon. Friendly, and it began to follow him. When the young boy returned to his village, his new dragon friend was in tow. Of course, in an age where grasses and wood were excellent building materials, this was a mistake. After thoroughly incinerating a few small buildings, the boy and his dragon were cast out of the village, sent to the forest and away.

Through the later years, the boy grew into a man, and became quite the hunter. His dragon liked meat, after all! As the young man matured, his dragon began to learn to fly. Halting at first, but then stronger and higher. It would even consent to be ridden sometimes, as the two had learned to trust each other.

One day, when his dragon had learned to fly, powerful and strong, the young man settled on his back, and urged it to soar. Over the village they go, scaring the populace, and the man felt like a boy again- urging the dragon ever higher. Higher and higher, until the sky turned from blue, to violet, to black.

They had reached the stars, and that is where they remain to this day. Draco and Orion, the hunter and the dragon.