"Young Miktar" - Mkima


"What?" Mkima exclaims, surprised at the question. Miktar sits down on a 
warm patch of grass, a cool breeze slowly stirring the humid air of the 
hot afternoon. "You heard me." Miktar says, looking at Mkima with a grin. 
In thought, Mkima nervously scritches his chin. So young, yet a questioning 
mind towards things beyond his years, Mkima thinks to himself. The young 
Miktar stretches, laying back on the grass. Mkima looks up at the sky, 
something he has not done in a long time. As his thoughts drift with the 
clouds, Miktar gives an impatient erf. "Huh? Oh. Yes, where were we?" Giving 
a sigh, Miktar repeats his question, "What is Bromus?" Mkima looks at Miktar. 
"I mean, I have seen werewolves. They are big and furry, and erf a lot. Some 
are kind, some are really scary. I, am a dragon. I have wings. Werewolves do 
not. Bromus looks like a werewolf, but with a mistake. He has a dragons wings. 
I haven't seen another like him. What is he, and why are there not more of 
his kind?" 

Daunted by this question, Mkima quickly puts his mind to work, trying to find a 
way to answer the question without having to explain the workings of "nature" to 
him, and how Bromus really came to have that of a werewolf and a dragon. "Well, 
um. Its like this. Bromus was once without wings, and yearned to fly. So a kind 
dragon gave him his wings." Mkima smiles, thinking that the matter is now settled. 
He couldn't be more wrong. "But, that doesnt work!" Miktar exclaims, and looks 
at his hands. "We are one thing! We belong to ourselfs, and cannot give parts of 
ourselves away. Not as far as I know. Are you trying to avoid something, Mkima?" he 
says, looking at his mentor with prying eyes. Mkima looks around nervously. "Erm, 
well. you see..." he begins. "The truth, Mkima." Miktar interrupts, giving him a 
questioning look. "Well, there was this werewolf. A male. One day, he saw this 
beautifull female dragon, and fell in love." Miktar gives a happy erf. "That sounds 
silly! How can a werewolf fall in love with a dragon?" With a serious look, Mkima 
continues. "It just so happens, that the dragon also fell in love with the werewolf." 
Miktar gives another chuckle. "Come on Mkima, tell me the truth. Dragons and 
werewolves cant fall in love, its....wrong." 

With a sign, Mkima walks over to Miktar and picks him up from the grass. Looking 
at him, Mkima explains "Miktar. Love, unlike anything else in this existance, cannot 
be stopped by anything. Not race, class, species, sex, distance or anything.....can 
stop the bind that is created by two who are in love. There are many things in this 
world which you will question, which you might say is wrong. Remeber this. There are 
always two sides to something. Wrong, is just one of the two. If you say something is 
wrong, and someone disagrees, stand where he stands. He might be looking at the other 
side, which to him shows something else. You will be surprised that what you just 
considered wrong, might actually be right." Miktar looks at Mkima in thought, and 
afterwards nods. "I understand." Putting Miktar back down on the grass, Mkima continues 
with his explination "As I said, the werewolf and the dragon fell in love. That bond 
created Bromus, who shows the features of a werewolf and a dragon." Miktar gives a 
satisfactory erf. Mkima smiles, another question answered. "Mkima?" Miktar asks. 
"Yes Miktar?" With a confused look, Miktar asks "Where do baby dragons come from?".