That crazy old man haunted my dreams. I would see him, eyes unblinking as he stood before me, fists raised and clinched. He grew with each successive dream, until at last his fists were as large as I.
The pupil of his right eye was a slash of blac(more)k with bursts of orange around it, a dragon's eye; and the left was white and milky, the eye of a dead fish. They stared and stared, those eyes.
When I had my fill of dreams, I went to my father. I told him about the old beggar and his mad ranting about the dragon and the kraken and how I my choice between them would determine the end... of something.
My father dropped his pen to listen and when I was done he said with a smile, "That beggar sounds like an old mystic who has put a spell on you. Don't worry. I shall have it removed and you won't have to worry about those nasty dreams again."
This reassurance may have worked on me a couple of weeks ago, but I was beginning to feel as if my fanciful imaginings weren't really imaginings after all- that dragons and krakens may truly exist.
I decided to put my theory to the test. "I think I shall tell him my decision." I turned and took a step toward the door.
"Now, Carmen. Don't be hasty. He is a crazy old man and it is not kind to tease."
"But daddy, I am not teasing. He is a lonely old man. Maybe he just wants someone to share make-believe stories with. After all, there's no such thing as dragons."
"Ahh... but there are, my girl. There are," my father said, eyes unblinking. (less)
Long ago, when the world was young and there was still magic in it, there lived a boy who ran opposite of everyone else. That is, from birth the boy was awake all night and slept only during the day. It was a very lonely life for the boy, as(more) everyone in his life was asleep while he was awake. The boy would sit up all night while his family slept, watching the moon pass over the sky.
"The moon is the eye of the Sky god," his mother would tell him, yawning as she tried to stay awake with her child. "It opens and closes slowly through the month. When it is full and bright, we are safe because he can watch over us very carefully. But when it is dark, we must be careful because he cannot see us at all."
The boy came to believe the Sky god would know why he was the way he was. When the boy grew and became a young man, he decided he would go to meet the Sky god, so that he could ask why he stayed awake all night.
He set out at dusk (which was quite early for the boy) and travelled all night. When the day began he slept, and began again the next night. This carried on for many nights, all the while the moon winked slowly. Finally, the boy had climbed the highest mountain in his land, and he felt like he could almost touch the heavens.
The moon was full and bright, bathing the young man in silverlight.
"Sky god," he called, "why do I stay awake, alone, all night?"
The rumbled beneath him from the god's voice. It said, "I watch the world every night. It's nice to have someone watching back." (less)