Listen To My Story

"deep inhale.....".

An auroma beautiful enough to captivate and intoxicate any sane man,

I struggled to open up my tightly closed off lids to see what object was capable of emanating such an appealing auroma.

When I succeeded, behold a dazzling, marvelous, illusionist beauty that puts to shame any other beauty staring face down at me.

Looking at the face that was staring down at me, I could feel myself being slowly bewitched by it, and strangely enough it felt good.

Midnight Black shiny long braided hair, with a jade black eye sclera and dark blue pupil, combined with an oval face and a pointed well structured nose.

There is only one word that can be used to accurately describe the face of the one staring down at me,

PERFECTION.

"An angel, I have finally met with an Angel"

My mind blown away and my consciousness still wandering about, I blurted out my inner thoughts.

"i am not an angel though"

A voice filled with elegance and at the same time portraying a sense of authority.

"then....., then what are you"

"I am a dragon"

"...."

"a dragon?...., I see"

"that was not the sort of reaction I was expecting"

"what type of reaction were you expecting"

"whenever I reveal what I am to people, most of them shriek in fear while the others chose to trap themselves in a cycle of disbelief"

"ahhhh...."

"if it was the past me, I would have definitely reacted that way, but with everything that has recently happened to me, it seems I have developed some sort of immunity towards being surprised"

"oh my..., to have gain something like that, you must have passed through a lot"

"ah, a lot I tell you, a lot".

"do you mind telling me your story"

"no way, I do not want to bore an angel like you with my sob story"

"not to worry for I am willing to listen, no matter how sobby or boring it is"

"is that so?.., in that case I will start. do not say I did not warn you"

Unable to resist her charm, I felt my mouth getting in sych with my mind and the next thing i knew was me spewing out my life's story.

"it all started back on my world, Earth. I had this huge debt I was owing to some organizations, to collect their payment, they threatened to sell of parts of my body and if I still do not meet up with the next deadline, I was going to be shipped off to some dark place with shady agenda in mind".

"I decided that rather than go through such troubles, I would end it all. The solution I arrived at was me committing suicide, to which I did. I jumped into an ocean to drown myself".

"finally, I was free from the loan sharks, was what I thought until I opened my eyes to find out that I am in a different world, to make things even more crazy, I was a goblin instead of a human"

"crazy right"

"yes, it really is interesting".

"i was not even given enough time to process what had just happened to me because I was just about to die of hunger. To satiate my hunger, I feed on the meat which happened to be just next to me"

"by the way, I later found out that meat was actually my dead mother's body"

"I see..., go on".

"after I ate, I laid on my back to gather my thoughts on what was happening, it was during that time that a wild dog came into my nest"

"I, a goblin who has yet to start walking had to fight off a wild dog that was at least three times my size. I realized at that point, that I had to do something or else I might die in that moment".

"luckily for me, I killed the wild dog but in the process I lost an arm. how dope is that?"

"you know, when I think about it now, I think I am actually more lucky than I give myself credit for".

"I have always taught of myself to be unlucky because of the circumstances I keep falling into, but yet I still keep surviving through those harsh and hellish circumstances".

"if I was really as unlucky as I claimed to be, I would have died on my first encounter with the wild dog. Maybe it is not that I am unlucky, but rather it is the complete opposite"

"I also remember when I had a face off against the praying mantis, even though it had the upper hand, it still ended up killing itself thus letting me live. If that isn't luck, I wonder what is".

"I have been denying it all this time, but deep down I knew, I just did not want to admit it. Me having survived all this time was all thanks to my luck and not just my hard work".

"did you know, that by placing all your achievements so far on you being lucky, you are undermining the struggles and sweat you have put into surviving"

"but, but it is the truth, I have only gotten to where I am now thanks to my luck"

"what is the truth exactly?, you say it is luck but I call it hard work. Luck does not just happen on its own, it takes a certain form of movement to trigger luck itself"

"those movements we make are the true essence of luck and not the imaginary desire you think it to be. Going by your story so far, you lost your hand while struggling and you almost died countless times. Can you really not call that hard work?....."

"but....., but...."

"..."

"I see...., hard work, so even miss angel recognizes my hard work?...."

"like I said, I am a dragon not an angel"

"I heard you before, but the dragons in my image all have wings and they are big and ferocious, while you are just a human with the appearance of an angel"

"this is my medium body, what you are referring to is my original dragon body"

"original?....., why are you in a medium form and not in your original body, though I do think your medium body is the best"

"I have some circumstances that requires me to always stay in my medium form and not my original form"

"I see"

"after listening to your story, there Is a question that had me curious".