The dragon tooth lays haplessly placed, an item on the ground bubbling and burning. My mind thinks it eerie, my heart finds it wild, my tingling hands rush forward to grab, to touch, to hold, to consume it.
(more) I pick up in my hand the tooth, ice white, thick as a skull. I marvel at it's heft and it's strange luminescence. It is almost shining. Here is a dragon's tooth and I shall adore it every day since.
I tie it in a necklace and wear it everything. Me, my body, my hands and the dragon tooth. Yet, nothing really changes. No mystical powers come my way. No fairy visits or angel coups. Sadly, even amongst the divine I am still only human. I am still only lost.
One day I wake up and the tooth is gone. The precious piece, the thing that heartened me so soundly has disappeared. Like that, in a flash, I feel swallowed up and devoured. I no longer feel special. I no longer feel that cascading hope that something magical will enter my life. The bleakness makes my heart weary, my hands heavy, my hope obliterated.
I trudge to my local coffee shop, the place I spent hours imagining what could come of the dragon's tooth. Dejected, I order coffee. Black. The waitress gets excited. "You're here!"
"I found the-!" She rustles behind the counter. "Isn't this yours?!" Her face lights up, the dragon's tooth in her hands. "I've seen you in here with it. You must have left it! I was admiring it. I'm so, so glad you came back."
Her face glittered. She hands the tooth to me. I think to myself, there is magic here indeed, but not the kind I imagined.