Drako
Wind Dragon
Once upon a time, in a magical land, there lived a dragon named Drako. He was unlike any other dragon in the realm. While other dragons breathed fire and hoarded treasure, Drako had a unique passion for the wind. He would spend his days soaring high above the clouds, feeling the gentle breeze against his scales, and listening to the harmonious melody it created as it whistled through the trees. Drako admired the wind’s freedom and grace. He marvelled at how it could travel anywhere it pleased, carrying whispers and stories from distant lands. Drako often imagined himself as the wind, dancing through the sky and exploring the vast wonders of the world.
One day, as Drako was gliding through the sky, he came across a small village nestled in a lush valley. The villagers, who had never seen a dragon before, were terrified at the sight of Drako. They hid inside their homes, fearing that he would unleash his fiery breath upon them. Curious and saddened by the villagers’ fear, Drako decided to show them his gentle nature. He descended from the sky and landed in the village square, making sure not to harm anyone or anything with his massive wings. The villagers cautiously peered out from behind their windows, their eyes wide with both fear and wonder. Drako approached them with a friendly smile, trying his best not to appear intimidating.
“My name is Drako,” he said softly. “I mean you no harm. I come in peace.”
The villagers hesitated for a moment, but seeing the sincerity in Drako’s eyes, they cautiously stepped forward. They soon realized that Drako was not like the other dragons they had heard tales of. Drako was kind, gentle, and harboured a deep reverence for the wind. Intrigued by Drako’s unique qualities, the children of the village gathered around him, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. Drako saw this as an opportunity to share his love for the wind and inspire the children. He began to tell them stories of his adventures through the skies, describing the breath-taking landscapes he had seen and the enchanting sounds of the wind he had heard. The children listened intently, their imaginations ignited by Drako’s words.
As the sun began to set, Drako spread his wings and took flight, his scales shimmering in the golden light. The children watched in awe as he gracefully soared through the air, riding the currents of the wind. Inspired by Drako’s passion and bravery, the children decided to create a special celebration in honour of the wind. They built colourful windmills and kites, decorating them with symbols of the wind and the dragon who worshipped it. Every year, on the same day, the village celebrated the Wind Festival. They flew their kites high in the sky, their laughter carried by the wind, and they danced joyously to the music it created.
Drako was their honoured guest, and together, they celebrated the beauty and power of the wind. And so, Drako the dragon, who worshipped the wind, not only brought joy and inspiration to the village but also taught them the importance of embracing the unique passions and qualities that make each individual special. From that day forward, the village and Drako lived in harmony, forever connected by their reverence for the wind and the dragon who showed them the beauty of following one’s heart.
Digital Illustrations by Gill Brooks
Lazarus Carpenter - Author 