3 The Dream (1/2)

”Leo!” a soft voice called him.

The young man turned his head.

”Leo!” said the light voice that came from a woman.

”Mother!” a little boy said.

The young man watched as his younger self ran into the arms of his mother.

The dream took place in a garden, with blue, beautiful flowers, and no flower was of the same kind. Clouds rolled into the distance, hovering overhead with the occasional dragon cry that came from above the clouds.

”Mommy,” said the younger Leo, ”When can I meet a dragon?”

”Hush!” said his mother with a stern look on her face, ”Never and I mean never say the word dragon. If your father hears you, or worse....”

She gently stroked his curly hair and said, ”That's a taboo in this country dear. Never ever say the word 'dragon.' Okay?”

”Yes, Mother...” the boy said.

”Good. You don't want to become a Black-cloth do you?” she said.

”No, Mother,” said the young Leo, ”If I become a Black-cloth, I'll travel the world as a swashbuckling hero. My sword will help the helpless! My looks will kill the women!”