Ida Flew

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Ida Flew. It was a simple fact. As simple as anything could be. Which is to say, very, very complicated. Most things are. Ida was a Girl. That was a true fact. Ida was a Dragon. That was also a true fact. Ida was small and squishy with two arms and two legs and no wings and skin instead of scales. Ida was sleek and graceful with four legs and claws and wings and scales that shone with her inner light. Ida was shy and soft spoken, she wouldn’t let you bully her into doing something, but she was willing to go along with most things. She was kind and thoughtful, and got that certain spark in her eyes when she was talking about something she loved. Ida was brave and loud, she was a leader born, a warrior made. When she spoke you listened, for she was wise beyond her years and usually right. She was fierce and stern, and loved so deeply and fiercely that she scared some people. Ida included everyone, welcomed every newcomer with open arms and a warm smile. She was loyal and honest. Ida never left anyone behind, she was the first to charge and the last to retreat. She mourned her soldiers and told it how it was. Ida was my friend. And Ida left me behind. She went somewhere I couldn’t follow. Here one moment, gone the next. Ida was my friend. Ida left me behind. Ida died. Breathing is weird. We do it all the time without realizing it, no problem. But the moment you realize you’re breathing, it becomes impossible. I think that life is like that. We go around living, and its easy, simple, instinct. But the moment we realize we are living, it becomes impossible. They say that Humans see people as, well, people, and that Dragons see people as living treasure. Something to be protected and loved. It’s harder to breathe, without Ida here, harder to live. But… I think I finally know now, why Ida always looked the way she did. Like everything was perfect and everything was wrong. After a battle, at a party, Ida always laughed and smiled, but her eyes would glisten with unshed tears, shining in the light. Because, Ida had watched so many people leave her behind, going somewhere she could not follow. Yet. Because now, she has followed them. And someday I suppose, I shall follow her. That’s how life is. Death’s just the next step. Ida was a Girl. And Ida was a Dragon. Ida was my friend. And Ida left me behind. Ida Flew. It was a simple fact. As simple as anything could be. Ida Flew, and she is flying still, not in this sky, but flying all the same. Ida Flew.