The dragon with the blue eyes

By Abhiroop kaur mann 

 The dragon with the blue Eyes

A very long time ago, there was a small village in acara in Africa. On the edge of the village there was rich farmland where the people grew their crops and tended to their sheep. The village was very beautiful but it could also be very dangerous, and it was sometimes hard to protect the crops and the sheep from neighbouring villagers or dangerous thieves. There was even talk about warewolves  that would come in the night and burn the crops and eat all of the sheep and goats.

In order to protect themselves from such dangers, the villagers raised dragons  from birth who later became guardians of the land. The dragons were strong and proud and looked after the crops and the animals and kept the village safe. They were loyal to one another and would fight to the death if ever it was needed.

But one day, a little deagon was born who was different from the others. Unlike the rest of the pride, this dragon was born with blue eyes that sparkled like thunder. This made the other dragons uncomfortable and so they named the strange little dragon Bambura which means one who is very strange. They named the little dragon Bambura because they felt as if he did not belong with them in the village.

Life was not easy for Bambura, he was treated badly and never invited to play with the other dragons. He grew up lonely and was always reminded that he was different. His blue eyes singled him out from the rest of the pride and the mean little dragons would often call him names and play tricks on him.

Eventually it was decided that Bambura should be banished from the pride, and so he was told to leave the village and never to return.

Poor Bambura entered the jungle all by himself to start his new life of solitude. He was very sad, and often very lonely, but at least he was not surrounded by the other dragons who always made fun of his blue eyes and always reminded him that he was different.The dragon with blue eyes watches over the village.

The years passed and Bambura grew into a big, strong dragon. He was very good at hunting and made a life for himself in the jungle. But he was always lonely and would often walk to the edge of the jungle at night to look down upon his old village. He would admire the brave dragons standing guard over the animals and the crops, and he wished with all his heart that he could join them and be accepted back into the pride.

It was on one such night that Bambura first saw the fierce warewolves swoop out of the starless sky and attack the village, burning houses and crops with flames from its mouth, and snatching sheep from the ground with its sharp talons before disappearing into the night.

The dragons tried their best to defend the village, but the warewolves was too fast and too strong. Many of the dragons were killed that first night as Bambura watched helplessly from the jungle.

The warewolf attacked again the following night, and again and again, until the villagers were too afraid to come out of their homes. Many of the animals were now gone, and the dragons had suffered greatly in trying to defend the village; most had been killed and the rest were very badly injured. The village would not survive many more attacks by the fierce warewolf, and some of the villagers had even packed up their few belongings and fled into the jungle for safety.

By the fifth day, Bambura could not bear to see his old village suffer anymore, and so the brave dragon swore to himself that he would defend its people and the pride no matter what they had done to him in the past.

That night, Bambura crept close to the village under cover of the tall trees that lined the edge of the jungle. He kept one eye on the night sky at all times and listened for the running of the warewolves. He felt strong and determined, and he told himself that tonight he would destroy the fierce warewolf and restore peace to his beloved village once more.

Suddenly, Bambura heard the  running of the warewolves . He looked down and could see the silhouette of the fierce warewolf swooping down towards the village: its long talons glowed silver white in the moonlight, its eyes scanned the ground for new prey, hungry and menacing.

It was then that Bambura summoned all of his strength, all of his bravery and determination. Just as the warewolfs attacked the village , Bambura charged out from the jungle and screamed with all of his heart. The warewolf was surprised and scared to see two flaming eyes come rushing out of the jungle, and the screech of the brave dragon struck fear into its cold heart.

Bambura leapt up into the air and wrapped his strong paws around the werewolf  tail and pulled the beast to the ground. The brave dragon and the fierce and evil warewolf were locked in battle, but the warewolf  soon lost its strength when faced with such a skilled warrior.

Bambura was too strong and brave for the warewolf who was not used to such an adversary. Bambura blue eyes flashed in the night as he battled with the warewolf, and soon the villagers came running out of their homes and began to cheer for Bambura which made the brave dragon fight even harder.

Eventually, Bambura won the battle and killed the warewolf. The few remaining dragons also cheered for brave Bambura and all celebrated his victory over the beast. The village would be safe once more and those who had fled to the jungle might return to their homes at last and begin replanting their crops and raising new lambs and kids into sheep and goats so that they might once more have milk and cheese to eat.

Banbura was welcomed back into the pride and became the most celebrated warrior of the village. The dragons were very sorry that they had sent him into the jungle, and they realised then that just because he was different it did not mean that he should be treated differently.

At last, the brave dragon was accepted by the pride and for the first time in his life he felt like he belonged. Bambura had finally returned home.