This Time It's Me

This Time It's Me

A Story by Cyprian Van Dyke
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A princess goes and saves her prince/hero from a tower; she must defeat a dragon that’s as cunning as a fox

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Fire is like people, it needs oxygen to survive, it generates its own body heat and it needs nourishment. It even craps, ashes. Fire is a creature that’s born by rubbing two sticks together. Of course, it ends up devouring its parents, but that’s a given.


“A dragon makes the fire, the fire never makes the dragon. Know your enemy,” said Prince Blayze, as he returned with the lost Polynesian towered princess, Princess Pele.


“The sword doesn’t kill the dragon, it kills the pegasus which we call the dragon, only two things can kill the dragon, water and zero oxygen,” Prince Blayze says at his and Princess Pele’s rehearsal dinner.


King Ashbel’s brother, Aviur is very jealous of his brother and his Kingdom. This fire in him has been burning for years, for ages. But here he sits at the dinner with a crooked smile hooked on the lower wall of his face. His eyes are fixed on the prince and princess on this happy occasion. When Prince Blayze walks into the restroom about five cleaning men throw a bag over his head followed by a bat, he falls into their arms and is carried away.


Four days and four nights later:


“My daughter, we have found Prince Blayze,” says King Ashbel.

“Is he all right?” asks Princess Pele.

“I don’t know… he’s in a tower about two and a half days from here,” he tells her.

“A tower? That doesn’t make… The same one that I? Why didn’t you bring him back?!” she asks.

“There’s a dragon there and it’s as long as a river. The soldiers were so scared their skin hardened,” he tells her.

“They wouldn’t put him in a tower if he was dead?” she thinks out loud.

“They would hold him in high esteem. They would stick his head on a post, a tower is no different,” he says.


King Ashbel reaches out for his daughter in order to give her a warm hug. But she springs up, and away from him and says,


“I’m fasting. No love will enter my ears, no affection will touch my skin or my lips unless it comes from him. Someone didn’t take him from the altar, father, they took him from me. I, I will go and bring him…”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” her father shouts.

“It is a sentence. Let it be said, let it be done, by the order of the princess. I will go and bring him back,” she tells him.   

“Guards! Guards seize her!!!” he says with a tear rolling from his eye.


In the grip of the guards, she looks at him and says,


“Do you know what Blayze told me when he was walking me away from the tower that I was in, for ages? “When two people come together, each one loses a hand, and an eye and half of their soul, but they find it again in the other person.” you don’t know how much that means to me that he said that, to me. If you’d let me go at the wedding, let me go now that there might be a wedding.”


The King dries his eyes and says,


“What do you need? I have a sword that’s lighter than a feather and stronger than steel. I have two, one is mine, the other is for Blayze. Take them both, handle mine and when you get to Blayze give him his.”


Two and a half days later:


Princess Pele steps onto the field, a doormat to the ruins of an old kingdom. She braids her long black hair like an Indian. She replaced her grass skirt with two sword shafts girded at her hips. She’s poised like a rose between two thorns. The twenty-seven million watt light bulb in the sky sets in the distant horizon. She steps through the gates of this medieval Atlantis and releases a tree full of cicadas onto the earth. Then she waits, and waits, and waits until she hears them sound off in the distance. She walks in the opposite direction, behind and in between the kingdom walls. As she draws her father’s sword it reflects the dragon passing in the distance. But her clueless eyes are only fixed on the path to Blayze.


Princess Pele stops at the silence of the cicadas which is drowned by the roar of crackling wood. She walks to the edge of the wall that she’s behind and sees the flames ascending, but no dragon. Glancing at the depth of the starry heavens she looks behind her and sees her shadow, this makes her feel like an animal with a tail that she can’t control or hide. She runs to the next wall and pushes her back against it, and her shadow does likewise. The wall breaks at a stairway, she looks up it and walks to the top floor and spots the tower through the window. With a smile on her face, she maps out the best route to it. She walks back down the steps and smells a burning, rotting smell and then she spots the blob of the dragon’s ashy dung on the ground.


Holding the sword out it reflects the red, nebulae like eyes of the dragon as it ducks away with a great white shark-like grin. A game of mousetrap has just begun. Seeing the dung on the ground she walks out from the walls. Princess Pele pours ice water from her water bottle over her head and around her neck. The sword remains handled in the palm of her hand. She marches to the tower and doesn’t look back, figuratively speaking. She gets in sight of the tower from the ground and stops at a wall to take a deep breath. Her shadow stretches beyond the edge of the wall and the dragon is quickly approaching it with its own shadow. She pans toward her dark reflection and sees the dragon’s, just then the dragon’s shadow stops and disappears with a loud gunshot noise as the dragon takes flight. Princess Pele runs away faster and faster, sticking close to the walls like a mouse. She runs along one wall after another. The wind throws the sound of its heavy wings and the starlight redirects its long riverish shadow.


Screams!!! Screams!!! Screams!!!

“Let me go!”

Cries!!! Cries!!! Screams!!! Cries!!!

“Please!!!” she shouts at the feet of the flying dragon.


The dragon lands and Princess Pele pulls her sword between them.


“Just let me go!!!” she shouts at the dragon’s eyes.        

“You want to go, go!!!” the dragon says to her surprise. “But Blayze stays here,” he adds in a low deep voice.

“Why?! Why can’t he go with me?!!!” she asks.

“I’m not going to argue with meat on wood. You want to fight me with that silver toothpick, I’m up for the match,” he says.

“I’m not a fighter. I just want to talk. I love Blayze and this is the first adventure I’ve been on since I was locked away in a tower like some big flashlight for the world, so I’m not about to turn back without the one I’ve come for,” she says.

“You think you and him are the only ones who have ever been imprisoned? Ask Aviur,” he tells her.

“What, what does my uncle have to do with this, with you?” she asks.

“Jealousy is a fire that burns mysteriously. I probably know more about Aviur than his brother the king,” he says.

“Is Aviur the one that locked me in a tower?” she asks.

“Yes, so said my cousin that Blayze slew getting you out,” he tells her.

“What upsets you most about your cousin's death? Are you against what Blayze did, or the fact that he was the one that did it? If this is about Aviur, don’t blame Blayze anymore than you’d expect me to blame you, please,” she pleads.

“Somebody has to pay, and whoever does is toast,” he tells her.

“So who’s going to pay?” she asks.


The dragon punches the tower breaking Blayze out. Blayze walks down the scales of the dragon’s back to Princess Pele. He has a big smile with which he kisses her while they’re simultaneously wrapped in each other’s arms.


“This time it’s me in the tower,” he says. “You’re more of a hero that I was,” he tells her while looking up eye to eye at the dragon.

“That’s because I knew you and loved you before coming to save you,” she says.

She takes a shaft off her hip and says,


“My father wanted me to give this to you, it’s pound for pound lighter than a feather and ounce for ounce stronger than steel.”


Two and a half days later:


Princess Pele and Prince Blayze returns to King Ashbel’s kingdom and that night they marry. The king has heard all about his brother, Aviur and the guard’s are sent from the king to capture him. They find him outside bleeding in the grip of the dragon and then he is cremated. The Prince and the Princess honeymoon happily ever after.

THE END

Sep 27, 2017



© 2017 Cyprian Van Dyke



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I enjoyed the powerful female character-appropriate as her name is that of my cultures most revered goddess. Not many dragons, or "mo'o ahi" in the stories of my people, but having one can never hurt.
Maika'i! (Hawaiian for: Good Job!)



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Thank you for your review. It means a lot! Also thank you for the Hawaiian words, that means a lot a.. read more
I like myth and tale. You had both. I liked the use of dragons and the happy ending. You create interesting story line and strong characters. Thank you my friend for sharing the interesting tale.
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Cyprian Van Dyke

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Thank you! :)
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You are welcome my friend.

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