Zecora's Big Book of Zebra Legends

by swicked

Mother’s Mistake

Once the dragon matriarch knocked the door to Agra's cave
Her belly wide, her pride inside, her continence quite grave
"Agra, I fear my treasured kin may not all be so tough
That when they release fire their scales won't be thick enough!"
So Agra, the creator, worked his alchemy and power
Such that no more would dragons find fire a reason to cower

Though days went past peace wouldn't last, Mahatma at his door
Her belly wire, her pride inside, once more set to implore
"Oh Agra, there is danger is this world too vast to fight
I beg you give my children a grand share of your own might!”
So Agra gave them magic and grew them quite large indeed
So that, when facing foes, of more power they'd have no need.

Mahatma came to Agra once more not too long past then
Her belly wide, her pride inside, requesting him again.
"Agra, though my children have no fear of fight or flame
I worry that, upon them, time itself may still lay claim"
So Agra made the dragons lives greatest that you could find
And Mahatma thanked Agra once more for being so kind

Mahatma bore her kin and watched them grow, now safe at last
Then watched as they turned on each other once that peace had passed
Her dragons had none to fear save each other, anymore
So Mahatma went to Agra to ask for one wish more
The dragons were then scattered, remade a reclusive kind
And she cried and watched them go, knowing some she’d never find

This tale warns that one's loves must sometimes face dangers their own.
Else children unknown to danger endanger themselves when grown.