The Gold Coin

As the drum begins, I request the audience of a dragon named Peace. A giant blue dragon lands with great thud in front of me. She is massive but lowers her head to be even with mine. She is exquisite. We speak telepathically. No words are formed but we can hear each other clearly. I tell her I believe a king from a past life still holds some of my power. If this is true, then I want it back. A slight smile touches her lips as she motions for me to climb onto her back. Her enormous wings outstretched, we fly and fly and fly. We land in a great hall. A man sits in an ornate throne at the end of the hall. The hall is made of many large columns and the space is beautiful and grand. I dismount from the blue dragon and walk towards the man on the throne stopping half way. He steps down from his throne approaching us. Shock and awe are clearly written on his face. His hair is black, shoulder length with slight curls tussling down from an ornate gold crown sitting upon his head. He is well-groomed and his clothes are rich velvets and silks. He says nothing as he circles me. Looking him directly in the eye, I tell him, it is time to return what is rightfully mine. He is arrogant. He scoffs, claiming to have no idea what I am talking about. My blue flame sword is at his throat before I have a chance to even decide this course of action. I know your kind, I say. Give back what is rightfully mine. I lean in closer touching the blade to his throat. In slight disgust, he acquiesces. I step back from him, turn and sheath my sword. As my back is turned the king pulls a knife to stab me in the back. The drgona Peace reaches down swallowing him whole before the blade reaches me. I watch as the round bulk of his body slides down her throat.  We both smile. Leave him in there long enough for his to learn his lesson I tell the dragon. So we both stand in the hall in quiet waiting.  Eventually, I relent, asking the dragon to release him. She coughs him up in a giant pile of goo. He lands roughly on the floor and doesn’t move. He then gasps for breath. Slowly, he reaches into his pocket, taking out something which then rolls out onto the floor. It rolls and rolls until it lands, sideways at my feet. A single gold coin. I pick up the coin. It is pure gold and there is a picture of the king on it.  Rolling it around my fingers I can feel just the slightest of charge to it. I place the coin in my pocket and return to the dragon. I am smiling a little bit. I won’t lie. It gives me a little bit of pleasure to see him lying in a gooey heap of dragon digestive juices. I tell the dragon to torch his throne and she gladly burns it to a crisp.  I climb onto the dragon’s back. We leave the corrupted king laying in a heap with his throne ablaze. The drum begins to fade and we return to the beginning which is also the end.