OFFICAL TELEVISED TRANSCRIPT:

Good evening from Broadcast Information and Entertainment. These following conversations are made upon the subject of the Dragons d'Alacala and their indefinite servitude from the view point of ordinary citizens. Our objective is simple: to shine light upon the public and how they view this certain matter of public policy. All of these interviews are age appropriate so children are not discouraged from listening. With the magic of television, we are able to deliever and preserve this moment of history for future generations.

We hope you will be listening with open ears and open minds.

TRANSCRIPT TO BE READ:

Good evening, my name is Ezekiel Finch from Broadcast Information and Entertainment. I had the oppertunity to interview a young girl who never saw blood drawn during the Great War but still felt the full effects afterwards. On behalf of BIE, I hope you shall be listening with open ears and open minds.

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"My brother died after the war when I was still in high school and you know it hit hard. Real hard. Everyone cried but I don't know why I didn't. It was…It made me confused. He and I were connected and that connection was gone. Like it evaporated."

She smoothens out the wrinkles in the table cloth.

"We fought over everything." She chuckles, "Seats by the window, radio stations, the bathroom, but the thing we fought over the most was food. Cake at birthday parties, mum's meatballs, sugar, if it was cooked we would divide it up into 'fair' portions and be happy with what we got."

She smiles.

"But he died and mum still shopped like there were two of us, force of habit I guess, and I would divide the food on my plate and leave one half for my brother while I ate the other half."

She smoothens out the cloth again.

"And after dinner every night, I would take my brother's half to our secret spot in the nearby woods and leave it there. And every morning I would return to find that my brother's meal was gone."

She smiles even more.

"I thought the neighborhood dog ate the stuff, but I just couldn't come to it. I thought my brother was there, acknowledging that he was still with me. That he never left. That he never left me."

The smile fades.

"Over time my half got smaller and smaller and his half got bigger and bigger. The food would still disappear and during the summertime, I would stay out all night hoping that he would fade into existence and take a bite from the food. I was so tired then, but I had to wait for him, I just had to."

She sighs.

"I got so thin, spidery almost and you know I thought that was a blessing because men love thinner women now-a-days. But I felt like eating his half was like saying to him, 'I'm taking your food and there's nothing you can do about it because you're dead.' I couldn't do that! You understand right?"

She sees a nod and then relaxes into her seat.

"But one night in June I was waiting far away from our tree, because I thought that I might be scaring his spirit, I saw something human go to the plate of food. It picked it up and started eating. I was ecstatic! Maybe it was my brother! It just had to be right? No one knows about our tree, only my brother and I."

The words fade away.

"I turn on my flashlight and in the beam I thought I saw my brother and I run over and tackle him, but it wasn't. This person, this person was one of the dragons that we received a few months ago. I looked at him and I was so mad. This wasn't my brother, this was one of them, and this dragon might've killed my brother!"

She seethes and her breaths become ragged.

"I hit him in the head with my flashlight and I punched him and hit him and I just started cursing him. That was for my brother! He stole from him and he was probably the one who was eating all those meals I left out every night! He stole from a dead man! And that's when it hit me."

She slowly begins to calm down.

"My brother was dead. I started to cry and I just fell to my knees bawling, and in front of this dragon! I wiped away some of my tears and I thought for a moment that I saw my brother in that dragon's face. He looked a lot like him, except for those eyes and that hair of course."

Now calm, she begins, "I asked how he found this place and he said that he just followed his instincts. He told me that he's been hiding for the past two months in these woods and everyday his meal was my offering. He, he sounded so close to my brother and he looked so alike. It couldn't be that my brother was reincarnated into a prisoner of war; it just didn't make any sense."

She looks out the window.

"He told me about his life during the war, what he used to do before the war, and anything else he could think of to buy time. They shared that same demeanor, that charisma, that energy; they shared it and I felt as if I was connected to him."

"I asked him what his name was and he said that he forgot a long time ago. I asked if he would like to choose his own name but he didn't come up with one at the time. He was so scared, so afraid, so fragile; it was like looking at a child and ever since I've been leaving meals by our tree I've been protecting him. I felt a sense of pride, that I was protecting someone if only to redeem the fact that I couldn't have protected my brother. It was like a second chance for me. I left food out by our tree for my brother and a dragon has been taking it. I don't care, I'm actually kind of glad that he takes it now."

She flattens the table cloth again.

"My brother said that there are no enemies in peace, there are only victims. Leaving food for that dragon, it's what he would have done because he would have seen a person in need."

She looks out the window and into the woods.

"That dragon was not my brother, but I think he was a sign from him.

I ask what her brother's name was so readers may know.

"My brother was named Tom, and when that dragon left he said that I can call him Tom."