Friend

She was a dragon.

She just wanted to have friends. She had friends. But they were terrified of her when they understood what she was. She wasn't like them; tall and magnificant. At first things were all right, but eventually her friends realized what she was. "Why are you throwing rocks at me?" she asked.

They screamed and ran, throwing rocks at her. She walked after them, but the more she walked, the faster they ran. She caught up to them easily. "Why are you running from me? Aren't we friends?"

Her friends just looked at her with shallow eyes, trembling. When they tried to back away, she moved closer. Her beautiful eyes gazed down upon them, and she asked them again. "Why are you running away?"

They didn't see the beautiful eyes. They only saw the menacing stare of yellow they didn't see before. The red they didn't see before. They screamed and ran.

She didn't follow them this time. She understood. They didn't like her. Why don't they like me?, she thought.

Because she was a dragon.

"I don't have parents. I don't have my friends. They don't like me." she started to walk. She was walking towards a small village.

I'm nice. I'll find some friends here. They won't run away. I'm nice.

A woman saw her walk into the village. "Will you be my friend?" she asked the woman.

The woman told her that they could be friends. They started walking. People stared at the newcomer; at the new face they had never seen before. At the face that looked so odd; looked so wrong; but so right.

"My last friends ran away from me. They don't like me." she told the woman.

The woman asked how could people not love such a darling girl. She looked at the woman, said "They didn't like me. We were friends, but they ran and threw rocks at me. I'm used to it now. It happens a lot. I don't think people like little girls like me."

The woman looked at her and understood. The woman screamed and ran.

"Are you my friend?" she asked as the woman ran away.

People started throwing rocks at her. They threw more than rocks. They threw sticks. They threw pots. They threw their babies. They all screamed as they threw.

She covered her face. "I'm nice. Why are you throwing things at me? I don't like it. Does it mean you're my friend? My other friends threw things at me. My other friends ran. My new friend ran. Maybe that's what friends do."

She didn't see the large tree as it fell on her. It landed on her and knocked her down.

"I have friends. They throw things at me and run and scream at me. My other friends liked me. I have always had friends."

She didn't see the pitchfork before it hit her and killed her.

Because she was a dragon.