Disclaimer: I do not, repeat do not,own Dragon Knights! Dragon Knights belong to Mineko Ohkami. If I did, there would be an television show and apparel of Dragon Knights right now, and I would own it all! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! But I don't! I currently have nothing even belonging to Dragon Knights! To even read the manga I have to borrow it from the Public Library!

Water Dragon Knight

By Ronin S. Oath

Before feeling came memory.

Vague reflections in a pool, wispy as visions in the mist, the first memories drifted to Rune. The many forms of water flowed in and around him. He remembered all he had been and might yet become. He yearned to begin again.

I am rain. Showering, sprinkling, misting, pouring. Rolling with thunder, pulsing with light. I scatter the sun, each droplet a prism, connecting soil to sky with archways of color. To soak, to fill, that is what I am about. To find every last thirsty thing and give it new life. I sparkle as I weep. For I am made to dance, even as I cry.

I am stream. Bright and bouncy rivulet, born of mountain snows, cascading through a meadow. Brimming with sunshine. Splash, tinkle, lap, gurgle. Over the rock, under the spout, down the channel. I link summits to seas, freshets to rivers. I seek, I surge, I murmur and purl. I never rest, I never stop.

I am ice. Smooth and sharp, gripping and binding. Ever so slowly I spread and harden, over lakes, over leaves, over windows and roads. As an icicle I stretch to the tallest, as a sheet to the thinnest, as a floe to the widest. As a glacier I grow heavy, squashing the land, gouging valleys out of mountains, ponds out of pinnacles. I seize, I freeze. That is my way.

I am snow. Part water, part crystal, part miniature star. Feather and diamond bonded as one. My life is a flight, twirling and gliding. Though I am distinct from all my trillions of cousins, we are so alike in our luminous hearts that we can seem as one. I whiten the land, brighten the air. I bring frosted galaxies down to the ground.

I am cloud. Rumbling, gathering, steaming, stretching. Vapors are my body, thin as a breath, yet thick enough to stop the sun. Finer than filigree, broader than basins. Cumulus, nimbus, cirrus and stratus. Whatever I yield shall float back to me. My gifts to the world are always returned.

I am ocean. Raging and bitter, glassy and great. I move with the moon, I ride with the tides. Smelling of brine, brimming with life. No roads cross my surface, no sun shines below. I am the edges of continents, the bottoms of chasms, the peaks of tsunamis. Though my waters lie deep, my mysteries lie deeper still.

And with time, Rune understood that he held within him all these forms. He could swim with the wave, sail with the mist.

For now he was the Water Dragon Knight.

Soon the mist deepened into fog, the fog into droplets, the droplets into heaving waves. The current whirled him around, faster and faster. Immense waves pressed into him, flattening him to nothingness.

For an age he spun through these reeling waters. Then, gradually, the pressure reduced. Though he felt no need to breathe, he felt his body expand, and he drank of the wide ocean again.

Darkness surrounded him, except for some strange glowing lights that circled and flickered. In every direction, deep currents throbbed, flowing into underwater canyons and around the roots of inlands.

End