The night was warm and yet humid. Summer was just on its away. Splinter sat up meditating lost in his thoughts. But listened to his children that were sleeping soundly in their beds. Ears twitched to the sound of feet moving in the shadows. Opening one eye there they where. Two turtles, young and old. "Raphael Michelangelo?" he questioned. The youngest coughed as the other sneezed. Sick. Getting up, Splinter gathered the two in his arms "Its too h-ot" the little one whined. The other couldn't stop sneezing "I hate spring" his noses was so stuffed up, he held his head. "My boys.." Picking them up he went to the kitchen to gather some ice and some tea for the two. Sitting in the living room Mickey and Raph sipped the tea bitterly. Mickey on the other hand didn't look to well. "I can't sleep" Raph agreed to that statement. Thinking of something splinter got to his feet and walked to his room.
The two sat there groggily. Raph looked at his brother. Getting the pillow he had he gave it to his baby brother "Thank you" was all that was said. Splinter returned "A story I think you two may enjoy...Through I think your brothers should-" The two protested quietly. Splinter smiled settling them down. It was a rare moment that they get a chance to have alone time. Placing the book on his lap he flipped the pages open. Seeing the two get closer to him he began reading...
Once upon a time, the western land was once ruled by a mighty Queen and King and there family. Now the Queen and King were not your normal rules, no. They Were that of the magical kind. In Fact they where Dragons. Mighty beast that were worshiped for their power and magical status. The Queen and King helped their neighboring empires. May they be beast, fay or mortal. Times where peaceful and just. But that time soon fell to a darker fate.
Not all loved the Queen and King. No, there were some that felt that the Dragons should Rule all and should not share their wealth with that some was the High Duke. The Queens adviser and younger brother. No matter how much he tried to corrupt his good hearted sister, things were not so. But he could turn the people against her instead. And one by one they fell to darkness. Joining his rebel army, losing the goodness there light. They became horrible monsters of what they use to be.
And thus war between dragon kind was declared. But it was a losing war. A war the Queen and her faithful followers could not win.
The War engulfed the western lands destroying and ruining the magic name. All the Queen had helped, tried to aid her, but she sent them Queen didn't want their blood spilt in her didn't want the magical name to be tarnished. But some stayed, no matter how much she wished it, they stayed and helped. If it was not a fruitful effort but it did aid the queen in a small ways. Crippling the lands the war marched on, may it endanger their lives, poisoning their food. So the soldiers would grow hungry and weak. But it didn't do much. They fed on the traitors and the weak. The Evil Duke was not stopping at nothing to hold his place at the throne. And then he got his wish. The throne was his, the Queen lost her place, but it was not all for nothing. Sacrificing herself, she imprisoned her brother and his evil army in an enchanted mirror. All that was left was the king and the one egg she left behind.
And the King faded away. The world had moved on and magic had faded, but some say that it still lingers and stays. The magic is in the hopes of children and the minds of free spirited faith. The world ounces believed in dragons, when the world was young and new. They were woven into legends, Tales were told and songs were sung, They were treated with obeisance They were honored, they were feared, Than once day the world stopped believing, they disappeared. People say the dragons lived out to the last, No they are treated with derision. There was once a time they ruled unsuppressed Some people removed, some people think they're just stories. But they all must remember. In some way they will reveal their spirit lives forever. They are dragons and they are really real.
The book closed shut and old eyes could see the wonder of eyes that were set upon him "Are they real Daddy?" said a rather hopeful child. "Its just a story, Mickey, theres no such thing as magic" said a rather bored Little Raphyel. "Now my sons, you should not say its not real even if its a story. Stories can be the truth, if you wish it enough" Splinter picked up Raph and Mikey. Checking Mickey he was slowly dozing off. He smiled a little "Alright my sons, time for bed. "No~ another story" rubbing his eyes. Raph took his cup of tea. As much as he hated the tea, it did make him feel a little better.
Splinter picked up the little turtle. holding him in his arms, he patted his head "Daddy, Dragons are real right?" Splinter thought about it and answered "Yes" Mickey hugged the rats neck smiling sleepily "Will I meet one someday?" he asked. "If you hope for it, then someday, maybe not today, but someday." There was a yawn, he nodded to it "Hope for it, Okie dokie." Raph on the other hand looked at the book again when placing the cups in the kitchen. Hearing the conversation he wondered. But ignored that slight wonder "It would be cool to meet a dragon and to fight one" it was a silly thought. But he knew that there was no such things as Dragons. But it was okay to dream, wasn't it?
Thats what the magic was, hopes and dreams. If people still had them today. Then the magic would still live onward. But all was not lost, the magic folk still live on, they just hide, where? In the best place. In the open. Mixed with mortal kind they live out their everyday lives. May it be working in the office, or may it be hind the counter of a pub somewhere. They are there. So few but still there. But someday soon there will be a time where they will stop there hiding and move out shadows and walk in the light as who they are and not who they hide themselves to be.