"Im just a dragon. Thats all I've ever really been. Besides mabye, a 
friend. Or an enemy. Or even both. But generally, I've only ever been
a dragon. Its hard to explain that to people. Ed tries a lot, 
explaining me to people that is. But they just laugh. Or get worried.
Or even not talk to Ed again. I don't like it when they do that. 
It makes me sad, because now Ed has less people to talk to, because 
of me. Because he cares for me, and wants people to understand me. I 
tell him he should not bother, but Ed can be very stubborn. Almost as 
stubborn as a demon. Almost. I remember a time before Ed was trying 
to explain me to other people. A time, where he was still trying to 
understand me himself. Those were difficult times, not only for me, 
but for him. I challenged everything he had ever known and believed. 
I represented something which didn't exist. I didn't exist. But I did. 
I always have. I remember those times so well..." -Miktar Dracon.

"A word to contradict." by Ed
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It is as far back as I can remember, sitting there in the sandbox of my 
kindergarden. If I try to think back further than that, I only see the 
memories that photographs and stories have given me. I only see 
fabrication. My memories, true memores, only go back as far as me sitting 
in soft sand building castles. I didn't know they were castles back then, 
mabye they wern't, but it doesn't matter now. Im here now, and back then 
things were diffrent. It was time for us to go back inside for our nap, 
the teacher informed us in her gentle but firm manner. I remember that 
manner, because to me it felt... wrong. It contradicted itself. Trying 
to make someone do what you want them to do but asking them in such a 
nice way you cannot resist without feeling at fault. I had just gotten 
up from the sandbox and was busy patting my little legs and arms down, 
makeing sure I was not going to carry any architecture into the building 
with me. It was there where it all started. Or at least, I think it 
started considering my lack of earlier memories. Now being a kid of a 
considerable young age, I was accustomed to seeing things that were in 
fact not there, but only in the fog of my imagination. But I could 
always tell it was only my vivid lack of reason and logic. But at that 
specific moment, with what I encountered, was not from that fog. It was 
not like the usual. It was diffrent. He was diffrent. But he was there, 
definetly there. Faced with this strange contradiction to reality, I 
stepped back and fell into the sandbox. The teacher had not noticed that 
I did not proceed into the building with the rest of the kids. I didn't 
care. I was faced with a more pressing matter. Why all of a sudden was 
reality...wrong. He was just as tall as me when he stood upright. But 
that is where the similarity ended. Red skin, lizardine face, claws, 
tail and small bat-like wings that extended and retracted with each 
deep breath he took. Even back then he took deep breaths. He eyed me 
as suspiciosly as I did him and I presumed that I must be as much of 
an intrusion to his reality as he is to mine. Lacking the reasoning 
to question this enigma, I walked past him and on towards the building.

I was only much later, I gather around the age of 7, when I started 
to question this entity which had been with me for all this time. Up 
until then, he had never left me. When I turned around expecting to 
see nothing, he was there. Eventually our frowns of confusion developed 
into smiles. Mabye it was a smile of sarcasm, both of us wondering who 
is on which side of the looking glass. I remember that night, where I 
could see the full moon beyond the large window of my light blue 
painted bedroom, my toys scattered across the floor. He was sitting 
on the end of the bed looking out the window.
"Miktar, who are you?", I asked him. I was surprised at myself when 
I suddenly realized that I had actually never said anything to him, 
or he to me. What startled me more was the fleeting question about 
how I knew his name. I did not know the answer.
"Who am I? I'm Miktar. You know that already. You called me that.", 
he answered, the tip of his tail starting to sway slightly from side 
to side. He smiled at me, and I thought about the looking glass again. 
But now I wondered which side of the glass had the answers to my 
questions. "Yes, but...", I stuttered, trying to grasp at words I did 
not know yet. Something about 'reason' and 'logic' springs to mind now. 
Pity it didn't back then.
"Do you want to ask me why I keep following you? Why nobody asks you 
about me? Why you are the only one who keeps a door open for me, or who 
gives me food?", he asked me.
All I could do was nod.
All he did, was shrug.
And it was left at that. I will admit, even though today I still think 
about asking him again, I never do. I see no reason to. Entire 
contradictions left to a nod and a shrug, and so our old seperate 
realities were abandoned for our shared reality and existance.