I dreamed that I was an admired weaver in a medieval court. She wove and embroidered shields of the royal houses, emblems on the shirts of the Kings and the nobility, and fantastic animals on the pillows of the princesses. I dreamed that while I was embroidering the words of a spell on the shirt that the brave Marcus would wear under his mail, a huge eye appeared in the window of my Tower. He looked at me for a few terrible seconds, blinking. Then the cavernous voice that I assumed belonged to that eye and that head, roared: "Where is your guild Grandmaster's goooold hidden?" Terrified, out of pure instinct, I only managed to lift up the shirt with the words of the powerful spell half embroidered.
-Do you think a few despicables words can stop me, weaver?
Immediately the fire melted the stone and I don't remember anything else.
I woke up.
Without knowing why, that morning I felt the need to take my black jacket to a private printing company and print the phrase "Good bye dragon" on the back. My friends at school celebrated the novelty. "She looks sexy... witty... crazy, cool," they commented. Next I was invited to a soccer game where the girls in our class were competing for the provincial title. When our team was beating the visitors 2-0, a sudden cloud cloud obscured everything. I saw the eye of my dream again, and this time also the horns, the whiskers, the jaws, the scales, the enormous claws. He fell heavily on the soccer field. "You can't hide from me, weaver, in any dimension, I will always find you," he said, sweeping the stands with his gaze. He immediately repeated: "Where is your guild Grandmaster's gold hidden?" My friends and the entire audience began to applaud, believing that it was a gigantic holography.
"It looks real, Lu said, nudging me, and he's looking at you."
"Goooold," the dragon roared in an ancient language and its hot breath swept across the stands. Someone translated his words and immediately everyone began throwing bills in the direction of the field.
"Goooold", the dragon repeated and looked at me again as if he didn't understand anything. "It's gold, I said. But he spread his wings, took flight and was lost among the clouds. I didn't finish hearing the applause and cheers. I left the stadium.
Once at home I quickly took off my jacket and threw it furiously on the bed. I looked at the letters for a while and my eyes watered; but I immediately reprimanded myself: "What are you doing? Dragons don't exist!" So I opened my laptop, went to Ecency, Freewritehouse, and posted: "If the dragons came back..."
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