Spring, 1329
The land was coming back to life from Winter and flowers were beginning to bloom when Meratezatgh landed by the gates of Stanton where Logan Durham was waiting for him.
It was time for the annual Spring Festival, when the seasons were changing and everyone welcomed in the new year with acts symbolizing life, fertility, renewal, sacrifice and celebration. The maypole, market stalls, and sacrificial platform were set up, the World Tree erected and decorated, the Great Serpent brought out and wrapped around the World Tree, the barrels of alcohol rolled out and tapped, pigs and sheep slaughtered and cleaned for roasting on spits.
The Stanton Dragon and the Forester of Stanton, as protectors of the town were now also integrated into the annual festivities. Their role was to remind everyone of Logan’s Truce, the pact that brought peace and protection and prosperity to Stanton and Mount Rubinox.
Sonia prepared for her own ceremonial role as the Elder of Stanton, but before leaving she had followed tradition by decorating Logan with garlands. Some of the other ladies at the festival, including Charlotte and Liza and Minka, then helped the Elder in decking Mera with floral arrangements, straining to put the gigantic wreath atop the dragon’s head.
The Guardian and the Forester of Stanton would look nice for the coming ceremony.
Until that ceremony began however, the dragon and Forester would partake in some of the festivities themselves.
Logan and Mera wandered through the town plaza taking in the sights and sounds and smells of celebration. Hundreds if not thousands of people had gathered, not just from Stanton but also surrounding farms and even Goldsboro, Brekshire and Triford, for it was well known that Stanton, if one of the smaller communities, had the best festivals. Children ran by laughing and playing, young couples danced around the maypole, families gathered around the World Tree to decorate. Music wafted in the air, and the smell of fruits and pies and meats pervaded throughout. Some of the townsfolk looked on curiously as their Town Guardian passed by, but by now terror and weariness of the dragon had long since passed for most. Instead, the pair got feted: Blythe had treated them to draughts of mead, and Brewster and Fink presented them each with trenchers (or technically platter for Mera) of sliced meats and cheese. Even Wilcox politely- if perfunctorily- welcomed them as they passed.
“Welcome back to Stanton, Logan.” The sheriff, also wrapped in garlands, raised his arm to them as the pair passed by. “We hope you and your dragon could continue to help keep things nice and quiet.”
“Thanks, Heratio. We will do our best.” Logan replied.
Mera snorted slightly in response. The wyrm still didn’t think highly of the sheriff or his previous attempts to slay the town’s future protector.
Wilcox looked strangely at the dragon, then shrugged and continued on. Logan politely waved him off. This was a fun time, a happy time, and politics and drama could be laid aside for one day.
Reaching the market place, dragon and Forester watched the hustle and bustle of merchants and foodsellers offering their products and beckoning over the curious, the interested and the hungry. As they wandered past the stalls, the dragon leaned over and whispered to Logan, barely audible above the din of the festivities.
“You know, this is already my third Spring Festival.”
“Hm. Time sure does go quickly doesn’t it?” Logan replied, finishing the last of his salami.
The dragon was smiling. “It does, and I rather enjoy it now, decked with garlands and fed juicy meats, instead of that first time I arrived here. You remember that, Logan?”
“That was when I first announced the deal between you and Stanton.”
“You brought me over leashed like a dog. You made fun of my masculinity.”
Logan snorted. “I got Stanton to agree with the truce. That’s all that mattered.”
Mera broke into a low chuckle. “Yes. Yes you did, Logan. And I appreciate it despite my humiliation. Hey is that whole-roast pheasant?” The dragon’s attention was suddenly directed at a stall indeed roasting birds.
Logan sighed slightly as Mera went sniffing after the roast meat shop. All in all, the Spring Festival seemed as bustling and lively as the year before.
Despite the thoughts on everyone’s mind.
Logan noticed the undercurrent: old men chewing khat on the side, huddles of drinking buddies, merchants while awaiting customers in their stalls-everyone was mumbling in hushed tones about the war. Despite the early talk of routing the invaders, the Tassurians were continuing their march South unabated, swallowing up 300 settlements in Capena. There were unclear rumors of a great battle along the banks of the Divna, where it was said that the Northern Satraps were defeated, that the river flowed red and bodies floated by like piles of cordwood, that the Northern fortress of Przemysl was besieged. That the war was burning hotter and hotter.
“I hope things don’t get worse.” The Forester muttered mostly to himself.
“What?” Mera had returned, munching on some roast fowl that someone had decided to give to him. “What shouldn’t get worse?”
“The war. Here it doesn’t even seem like there’s a war going on, does it?”
The dragon cocked his head. “The Other Man invasion? It’s a thousand miles away. There’s no way the Other Men could come all the way to our corner of Nalbin.” Mera then smirked. “And if they somehow do, I’ll burn them to a crisp.”
Logan chuckled. “You’re right. Nothing to worry about.”
***
The ceremony began as always, with Father McKenzie blessing the ground with wine for the New Year. Then Logan led Meratezatgh forward, and the dragon held out a paw, which Father McKenzie gently cut. Mera turned his paw, letting a few drops of blood drip onto the soil, consecrating it. As the wyrm backed away, Elder Potter took the knife and made a small gash on her left hand, mixing her blood with that of the dragon. Then Logan did the same, followed by Father McKenzie, Bidgewell, Dolly, Wilcox, Minka, Finch, and Liza. Each of the leading townsfolk pricked themselves to add a drop of blood to the ground. Even Thetis, still wary and quiet, showed up to preform the sacrifice. A mutual sacrifice for the land, for the town, for the community.
The gathered townsfolk quietly watched the proceedings. Bandaging her hand, Sonia then went forward to speak.
“Welcome, friends and neighbors. We have come to a new year, a time of hope and renewal along with reminders of sacrifice. It is good that we occasionally be reminded of pain to in order to appreciate the joys more.
The last three years have been good to us, for it was after much chaos and pain and suffering that we have acquired a loyal guardian who has protected us from the ravages outside. Since then, we have grown as a community, joined by the Guesters and also newcomers from various parts of Nalbin, including our Forester.”
Sonia gave a quick wink to her husband, who broke into a grin in response, before continuing.
“We have prospered from trade and fertile fields and productive livestock. We have weathered several storms that have threatened the River Triangle.
And yet fortune’s wheel turns again, and we are again reminded that these boons have a cost to them. Our people are again at war, and the sacrifices this year may be far greater then those previous. No one knows how large it will get, and how much Stanton will get pulled in. Yet while we are many people, we are one community. We will share our sacrifices, just as we will share our bounties. We will get through any trying times.”
Spreading her arms out, the Elder gestured to the leaders beside her, then the dragon, then the town, the maypole and World Tree and finally the crowd in front of her.
“Let us then have a happy Spring Festival and celebrate aloud to keep the evils away. We will hope for the best in this year while knowing that together we would also be able to withstand the worst.”
The crowd applauded as Sonia nodded and stepped back. Sheriff Wilcox then stepped up for his speech. Not much of a speaker, all he managed to say was short and simple.
“Last year was a good year. Let this year be better. I will do my best to ensure Stanton stays safe.” Then he stepped down as well to polite claps.
That left Logan.
Hand also bandaged, the Forester of Stanton got onto the stage.
“It is another Spring Festival, and it is time for us to again reflect on our relationship with our town guardian. Though we all had our initial troubles, I think all would agree that our dragon has proved itself a worthy protector of our community, defending us from bandits and satraps and other monsters of the night. Let us then renew our oath to our guardian, who has honored our pact, as have we. Meratezatgh, come over.”
Upon being beckoned, the dragon walked over to Logan and lowered his head. The Forester of Stanton then leaned over and put a hand upon Mera’s snout.
“Do you swear upon the heavens to defend this Town of Stanton, of the River Triangle, from all external foes in its times of need with every strength in you, and in exchange the Town of Stanton will provide you land, safety and food?”
The dragon roared in affirmative.
Logan raised two arms towards his companion.
“Behold our Guardian!”
Mera roared again and breathed a large ball of fire into the sky.
The townsfolk cheered.
Then the dragon spread its wings, Logan jumped atop Mera’s back, and within minutes the Great Wyrm was soaring into the air. Mera then dived down so that straw roofs rustled in the gust and some in the crowd shied away, before the dragon swooped back up, wheeled into a spiraling descent, twisting and turning before breaking off and threading back up through his circles, all the while throwing out fountains of fire.
The crowd loved it. Cheering from the town echoed through the River Triangle.
Things are good right now, Logan thought as he whipped through the skies. A loving wife, a good friend, a home and a community. A comfortable living.
Please, he prayed to no one in particular, let it last.
Peter, Paul and Mary - Early in the Morning
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The land was coming back to life from Winter and flowers were beginning to bloom when Meratezatgh landed by the gates of Stanton where Logan Durham was waiting for him.
It was time for the annual Spring Festival, when the seasons were changing and everyone welcomed in the new year with acts symbolizing life, fertility, renewal, sacrifice and celebration. The maypole, market stalls, and sacrificial platform were set up, the World Tree erected and decorated, the Great Serpent brought out and wrapped around the World Tree, the barrels of alcohol rolled out and tapped, pigs and sheep slaughtered and cleaned for roasting on spits.
The Stanton Dragon and the Forester of Stanton, as protectors of the town were now also integrated into the annual festivities. Their role was to remind everyone of Logan’s Truce, the pact that brought peace and protection and prosperity to Stanton and Mount Rubinox.
Sonia prepared for her own ceremonial role as the Elder of Stanton, but before leaving she had followed tradition by decorating Logan with garlands. Some of the other ladies at the festival, including Charlotte and Liza and Minka, then helped the Elder in decking Mera with floral arrangements, straining to put the gigantic wreath atop the dragon’s head.
The Guardian and the Forester of Stanton would look nice for the coming ceremony.
Until that ceremony began however, the dragon and Forester would partake in some of the festivities themselves.
Logan and Mera wandered through the town plaza taking in the sights and sounds and smells of celebration. Hundreds if not thousands of people had gathered, not just from Stanton but also surrounding farms and even Goldsboro, Brekshire and Triford, for it was well known that Stanton, if one of the smaller communities, had the best festivals. Children ran by laughing and playing, young couples danced around the maypole, families gathered around the World Tree to decorate. Music wafted in the air, and the smell of fruits and pies and meats pervaded throughout. Some of the townsfolk looked on curiously as their Town Guardian passed by, but by now terror and weariness of the dragon had long since passed for most. Instead, the pair got feted: Blythe had treated them to draughts of mead, and Brewster and Fink presented them each with trenchers (or technically platter for Mera) of sliced meats and cheese. Even Wilcox politely- if perfunctorily- welcomed them as they passed.
“Welcome back to Stanton, Logan.” The sheriff, also wrapped in garlands, raised his arm to them as the pair passed by. “We hope you and your dragon could continue to help keep things nice and quiet.”
“Thanks, Heratio. We will do our best.” Logan replied.
Mera snorted slightly in response. The wyrm still didn’t think highly of the sheriff or his previous attempts to slay the town’s future protector.
Wilcox looked strangely at the dragon, then shrugged and continued on. Logan politely waved him off. This was a fun time, a happy time, and politics and drama could be laid aside for one day.
Reaching the market place, dragon and Forester watched the hustle and bustle of merchants and foodsellers offering their products and beckoning over the curious, the interested and the hungry. As they wandered past the stalls, the dragon leaned over and whispered to Logan, barely audible above the din of the festivities.
“You know, this is already my third Spring Festival.”
“Hm. Time sure does go quickly doesn’t it?” Logan replied, finishing the last of his salami.
The dragon was smiling. “It does, and I rather enjoy it now, decked with garlands and fed juicy meats, instead of that first time I arrived here. You remember that, Logan?”
“That was when I first announced the deal between you and Stanton.”
“You brought me over leashed like a dog. You made fun of my masculinity.”
Logan snorted. “I got Stanton to agree with the truce. That’s all that mattered.”
Mera broke into a low chuckle. “Yes. Yes you did, Logan. And I appreciate it despite my humiliation. Hey is that whole-roast pheasant?” The dragon’s attention was suddenly directed at a stall indeed roasting birds.
Logan sighed slightly as Mera went sniffing after the roast meat shop. All in all, the Spring Festival seemed as bustling and lively as the year before.
Despite the thoughts on everyone’s mind.
Logan noticed the undercurrent: old men chewing khat on the side, huddles of drinking buddies, merchants while awaiting customers in their stalls-everyone was mumbling in hushed tones about the war. Despite the early talk of routing the invaders, the Tassurians were continuing their march South unabated, swallowing up 300 settlements in Capena. There were unclear rumors of a great battle along the banks of the Divna, where it was said that the Northern Satraps were defeated, that the river flowed red and bodies floated by like piles of cordwood, that the Northern fortress of Przemysl was besieged. That the war was burning hotter and hotter.
“I hope things don’t get worse.” The Forester muttered mostly to himself.
“What?” Mera had returned, munching on some roast fowl that someone had decided to give to him. “What shouldn’t get worse?”
“The war. Here it doesn’t even seem like there’s a war going on, does it?”
The dragon cocked his head. “The Other Man invasion? It’s a thousand miles away. There’s no way the Other Men could come all the way to our corner of Nalbin.” Mera then smirked. “And if they somehow do, I’ll burn them to a crisp.”
Logan chuckled. “You’re right. Nothing to worry about.”
***
The ceremony began as always, with Father McKenzie blessing the ground with wine for the New Year. Then Logan led Meratezatgh forward, and the dragon held out a paw, which Father McKenzie gently cut. Mera turned his paw, letting a few drops of blood drip onto the soil, consecrating it. As the wyrm backed away, Elder Potter took the knife and made a small gash on her left hand, mixing her blood with that of the dragon. Then Logan did the same, followed by Father McKenzie, Bidgewell, Dolly, Wilcox, Minka, Finch, and Liza. Each of the leading townsfolk pricked themselves to add a drop of blood to the ground. Even Thetis, still wary and quiet, showed up to preform the sacrifice. A mutual sacrifice for the land, for the town, for the community.
The gathered townsfolk quietly watched the proceedings. Bandaging her hand, Sonia then went forward to speak.
“Welcome, friends and neighbors. We have come to a new year, a time of hope and renewal along with reminders of sacrifice. It is good that we occasionally be reminded of pain to in order to appreciate the joys more.
The last three years have been good to us, for it was after much chaos and pain and suffering that we have acquired a loyal guardian who has protected us from the ravages outside. Since then, we have grown as a community, joined by the Guesters and also newcomers from various parts of Nalbin, including our Forester.”
Sonia gave a quick wink to her husband, who broke into a grin in response, before continuing.
“We have prospered from trade and fertile fields and productive livestock. We have weathered several storms that have threatened the River Triangle.
And yet fortune’s wheel turns again, and we are again reminded that these boons have a cost to them. Our people are again at war, and the sacrifices this year may be far greater then those previous. No one knows how large it will get, and how much Stanton will get pulled in. Yet while we are many people, we are one community. We will share our sacrifices, just as we will share our bounties. We will get through any trying times.”
Spreading her arms out, the Elder gestured to the leaders beside her, then the dragon, then the town, the maypole and World Tree and finally the crowd in front of her.
“Let us then have a happy Spring Festival and celebrate aloud to keep the evils away. We will hope for the best in this year while knowing that together we would also be able to withstand the worst.”
The crowd applauded as Sonia nodded and stepped back. Sheriff Wilcox then stepped up for his speech. Not much of a speaker, all he managed to say was short and simple.
“Last year was a good year. Let this year be better. I will do my best to ensure Stanton stays safe.” Then he stepped down as well to polite claps.
That left Logan.
Hand also bandaged, the Forester of Stanton got onto the stage.
“It is another Spring Festival, and it is time for us to again reflect on our relationship with our town guardian. Though we all had our initial troubles, I think all would agree that our dragon has proved itself a worthy protector of our community, defending us from bandits and satraps and other monsters of the night. Let us then renew our oath to our guardian, who has honored our pact, as have we. Meratezatgh, come over.”
Upon being beckoned, the dragon walked over to Logan and lowered his head. The Forester of Stanton then leaned over and put a hand upon Mera’s snout.
“Do you swear upon the heavens to defend this Town of Stanton, of the River Triangle, from all external foes in its times of need with every strength in you, and in exchange the Town of Stanton will provide you land, safety and food?”
The dragon roared in affirmative.
Logan raised two arms towards his companion.
“Behold our Guardian!”
Mera roared again and breathed a large ball of fire into the sky.
The townsfolk cheered.
Then the dragon spread its wings, Logan jumped atop Mera’s back, and within minutes the Great Wyrm was soaring into the air. Mera then dived down so that straw roofs rustled in the gust and some in the crowd shied away, before the dragon swooped back up, wheeled into a spiraling descent, twisting and turning before breaking off and threading back up through his circles, all the while throwing out fountains of fire.
The crowd loved it. Cheering from the town echoed through the River Triangle.
Things are good right now, Logan thought as he whipped through the skies. A loving wife, a good friend, a home and a community. A comfortable living.
Please, he prayed to no one in particular, let it last.
Peter, Paul and Mary - Early in the Morning
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Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Multiple characters
Size 1280 x 915px
The scene is pretty and Mera looks quite nice with those garlands. The consecrating of the earth is an interesting ceremony and I like the symbology of it.
Thanks! It's actually a mixture of several holidays and folk customs, including the Chinese Spring Festival, May Day Festivals, and the Feast of Corpus Christi, the 'Obby 'Oss festival and Drachenstich. Consistent among them are the ideas of life, death, sacrifice, fertility and hope for a good year. The holiday is a major driver in my story, and has shown up before, as something not so great for my dragons (this is definitely not a reference to my hatred of wet markets lol).
Ah, it did make me think of Chunjie. Those other stories are sad ones, especially with Mera losing his sibling like that. I see how the dragons have been prized sacrifices for the human traditions. I did not know you have a hatred of wet markets, lol.
Yah there are some really dark parts in this story. As an infectious disease researcher, you see so many zoonotic viral diseases coming from these places, not to mention the sanitation issues and environmental damage.
There are, but they are well written. And I figured it had something to do with that; they can be quite unsanitary places, especially with all the live animals.
Well the blood symbolically gives nutrients to the soil. This is a very common motif across human cultures. https://www.britannica.com/topic/sa.....lood-offerings
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