Nobody knew of course that Dra the dragon has been trapped inside the mountain since eons. A child of Mother Earth, he was born from the element of fire. It was his loneliness, his anger, the desperation to break free from the stone walls that was his prison and his home, that drove him to spit fire constantly.
Dra had never seen a human in all these years. He was surprised to see the monk who looked like no other animal he had encountered before. And like he could communicate with the other animals, he could silently interact with the monk too.
From a crawling spider to a loitering panther, Dra had the ability to feel what a living creature felt. But what the monk felt jarred him to the core. It was totally in antitheses to anything he had experienced before – serenity, patience, self-worth, kindness to all creatures and love that encompassed the whole world.
“What kind of a creature is this ?,” wondered Dra as he started sharing with the monk the sad story of his lifelong painful existence.
“Is there something I can do for you my friend ?” asked the monk, desperately wanting to help the magnificent child of God before him, who had only experienced pain in his lifetime.
“I do not think you can do much for me. I am immortal so I am doomed to be here, in my prison, till eternity. However, if you can stay for sometime with me, it will bring me a little peace,” said Dra.
The monk agreed.
The days turned into months, and then years. The monk did not have the heart to leave Dra alone.
The villagers in the area observed that the volcano had become dormant. They knew that a holy man, a monk lived high up in a cave there, they thought maybe his spiritual powers had silenced the volcano. The monk wanted to be left alone, so they never troubled him or ventured near the cave.
After sometime, they saw a beautiful waterfall flow from a crevice in the mountain. They thought that was another miracle by the holy man.
In a way, it was.
The water converted the barren land into a verdant valley, with lush vegetation and species of exotic butterflies and birds.
About 21 years had passed. The monk was an old man now and nearing his death. But he was no longer sad that his friend would be alone. For Dra the dragon had found the greatest companion of all.
The monk passed away, Dra mourned the loss of his Master’s physical existence for sometime, but he knew they were never really separate.
The waterfall continued to flow, and the volcano never erupted again.
Dra the dragon was no longer a prisoner in the mountain, the whole cosmos was his home.
(Sudipta Dev is an Energy Healer, Akashic Records Reader and a Storyteller who loves writing short stories on Nature Spirituality. Her new book, ‘Mystical Tales of Sacred Earth’, is available on Amazon Kindle worldwide).