Unicorn
markers
©2011 by A. Dameron
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Poetry: Young Widow's Lament
Young Widow's Lament
© 2011 by A. Dameron
Twelve hours
all we had
a lifetime's worth of minutes
an eternity's worth of memories.
Twelve hours
from
"husband and wife"
to
"till death do us part"
Friday, February 24, 2012
Sketch: Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder
pencil, colored pencil
© 2011 by A. Dameron
A quick sketch, including color swatches. Extremely rough.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
What am I Reading this Month? (February-March 2012)
I've got a whole slew of books I'm reading at the same time. Unlike some people I know, I can't just read one book at a time. Just how I'm wired I guess.
Doctor Who: The Writer's Tale by Russell T. Davies and Benjamin Cook. I saw this in the used bookstore today and snapped it up for $7. The guy behind the counter saw me with it as I was checking out and said, "Oh, you're a Whovian too!" I'm really curious to read about RTD's creative processes while he was writing scripts for Chris Eccleston's and David Tennant's Dr. Who, as well as Torchwood.
The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, reproduced from the original publication in The Strand Magazine with the classic illustrations by Sidney Paget. The Holmesian Canon, with Paget's illustrations. I've had this particular copy since 1992, while I was in college, and I've re-read it many times.
The Daily Book of Art: 365 readings that teach, inspire and entertain Exactly what it says on the tin. Each day covers a different topic, ranging from famous artists (like Van Gogh, Rembrandt and Da Vinci), periods of art history (Rococo, Neoclassicism), famous museums (Louvre, Palacio Nacional in Mexico City, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City), and the mechanics of art (color temperature? what's a balanced composition? atmospheric perspective?).
The Complete I Ching, 10th Anniversary Edition, The Definitive Translation by Taoist Master Alfred Huang A translation of the Chinese Book of Changes. There are a total of 64 gua (symbols) in the I Ching. Master Huang explains each gua and includes an analysis of its structure, plus the commentaries by Confucius, King Wen and the Duke of Zhou. (The latter two lived during the Shang Dynasties of China).
Monday, February 20, 2012
Pencil Sketch: Dad
I sketched this while I was visiting my parents this past Christmas. Dad sitting in the recliner, watching football on the television, and wearing his sweatshirt w/his favorite NFL team on it. (LA--or Oakland--Raiders)
Dad
HB pencil
©2011 by A. Dameron
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Two Valentine ChocoArt Pieces
Cherry Heart in Chocolate
watercolor crayon
© 2012 by A. Dameron
Valentine's Day Sampler
acrylic
© 2012 by A. Dameron
Monday, February 13, 2012
Second preview of short story collection: "Tales of the Elemental Dragons"
After a long unavoidable delay, here's a second preview of my newest collection of short stories, Tales of the Elemental Dragon. Original work copyright 2012 by A. Dameron, all rights reserved. Thanks.
Earth: Tŭ
填写你的腹部与水稻
但不放纵
地球在其赛季
在每个季节, 一些岩石也会下降
Tiánxiě nǐ de fùbù yǔ shuǐdào
Dàn bù fàngzòng.
Dìqiú zài qí sàijì
Zài měi gè jìjié, yīxiē yánshí yě huì xiàjiàng.
Fill your belly with rice
but do not overindulge.
Earth gives in its season
and in each season, some rocks will fall.
--song included in the Planting Ceremony, Kuijang River Village
The Yangyu River wound past the Iron Emperor's capital, through ditches and canals, before
splitting into several branches. Many of those branches ended at the Maelstrom coast; others
bypassed the Siang Plateau, favoring the northern route instead. Kuijang flowed north, then
west, to nourish the rice paddies of the villages and towns. The Goddess of Shinwa smiled
upon the farmers and their kin and provided good harvest.
“Tu Xiao! Tu Xiao! They're getting ready for the Planting Ceremony! We don't want to be
late!”
Xiao laughed and tucked her cotton tunic into her pants, then adjusted the simple fabric
headband. Her five year old sister tugged her towards the door of their hut. Tu Nai's pigtails
bounced on her shoulders with every movement.
“I'm coming, Nai! I'm coming!”
“You are as vain as the water buffalo in the Yangyu Canal! You look like...well, like older
sisters are supposed to look!” Nai pouted, but her dark eyes sparkled in the morning sun.
Xiao sighed and followed Nai down the rocky path towards the riverbank. The village of
Renqiu sprawled far below them, with shops and houses surrounding the main square. The
thatched roofs stretched towards the sky; to Xiao's eyes, it looked like a furry mountain in
summer clothes.
Delicious smells floated past their noses. Fish stewed in broth, with beans and celery
harvested from the gardens. Strips of dried beef wrapped in bread dough and covered with
sauce. Berry juice, freshly pressed and mixed with pure water from the village well. Xiao's
stomach growled as she and Nai entered the main group of buildings. Big Chao the cook
greeted both girls and sat them down on benches. He ladled steaming fish soup in clay bowls,
scooped equal portions of white rice on plates, and poured a generous amount of berry juice
in mugs.
“Eat everything,” Big Chao commanded, with a sweep of his beefy arm. “You will both need
your strength for the Spring Planting. I will not tolerate any refusal.”
“Yes, Big Chao,” chirped Nai. She slurped her soup and speared the filets with her
chopsticks. Xiao laughed again and brought her attention to her own food. As usual, Big Chao
outdid himself with the simple fare. Xiao thought that the Iron Emperor himself would find this
meal quite filling.
The dining hut slowly filled with other workers. Xiao watched as the wizened form of Tian Re
shuffled into the room. The village headsman bore every one of his eighty-five years; scars
from river sharks criss-crossed the skin of his legs and his features were bronzed by the
relentless sun. Nevertheless, Xiao watched as Tian Re's posture straightened, like a withered
vine tasting water after a long drought. His eyes were clouded with silver cataracts, but there
was no question about his Sight.
“So, Big Chao, not too big or too small a portion, if you please,” Tian Re called. He laid his
walking stick against his bench. “Most of the food should go to the younger generation, like
the Tu girls over there. They are our future.”
Nai jumped up off her bench and scurried to Big Chao. She accepted the new bowl of fish
soup and shuffled over to Tian Re, her head bowed in respect. “Please, Honorable Tian,
accept this on behalf of me and my sister. We've already eaten, so you can have as much as
you want. I insist.”
Tian Re glanced at Xiao, who only shrugged good-naturedly. He re-focused his attention on
the little girl in front of him. “Then I give my sincere thanks to the giver, for she is wise and
respectful to her elders. How old are you now, Little Tu?”
“I am five,” Nai said proudly, “and old enough to help.”
“Indeed.” Tian Re accepted the bowl with both hands. “Then I am sure your help will be much
appreciated today.”
Nai flushed with pleasure as she bobbed her head again in embarrassment. She scampered
back to her bench and proceeded to demolish her plate of rice with all the speed of youth.
“You are doing well in raising her, Tu Xiao,” Tian Re said. “I have every confidence that the
Goddess will smile upon you.”
Xiao nodded and managed to finish the rest of her food. Ever since the river flood that took
their parents, she guarded Nai like a fierce mother dragon. Most sixteen-year-old youths
eagerly ventured out into the world outside their village. Others prepared for marriage and a
lifetime of hard work. Xiao resigned herself to the latter as her fate. Her blood was tied to the
land of Shinwa, and it would always be so.
A grain of rice clung stubbornly to her trousers. Xiao firmly picked it off with a gentle hand.
Her fastidious appearance was her one lone indulgence. A long day in the rice paddies often
left her dusty and water-logged, but at the end of the day, Xiao took care of herself.
Both girls waited patiently as Tian Re finished his soup and rice. He rose from his bench, took
his walking stick in one hand, and extended the other to Xiao. Nai skipped ahead of them,
following the path to the river bank.
“You seem too serious, Xiao,” Tian Re observed in a low voice. “You are barely in the middle
of your spring years. Are you in such a hurry to grow?”
She sighed; he was the only one who even noticed enough to care. “Fate, Honorable Tian. I
left my childhood behind years ago.”
“The earth is a generous mistress, but her tasks can be cruel. Every day follows in season. If
winter comes before summer, we would all starve.” He softened his words with a smile. “Do
not live contrary to Her will, or you too, will starve.”
She inclined her head at his wise words and murmured, “I will try harder, Honorable Tian.”
The entire village appeared at the rice paddies, from Honorable Tian to the day-old infant in
swaddling clothes. Honorable Tian nodded at Priest Rui Ba, who nodded back. Rui Ba
traveled among the villages bordering the Yanggu River, and his services were in much
demand. One of his most popular requests was the Planting Festival blessing. He gazed over
the gathered villagers, then raised his hands up to the sky.
“We beseech you, Beloved Goddess of Shinwa, to shower your gifts on this earth and bring
forth the green shoots of life--” Rui Ba's sonorous voice carried over the people, who
murmured the proper responses.
Xiao shifted from leg to leg, eager for the long ceremony to be over. Nai echoed her
restlessness by fiddling with her apron strings. The soft mud gave way under their feet and
slowly filled with river water. Xiao gritted her teeth as she felt it between her toes.
Finally, Rui Ba invoked the Blessed Goddess of Shinwa, the Goddess of the Deep, the
Mistresses of Air and Fire, the Nymph of Wood and the Warrior of Iron. He bowed in the
Four Directions, then the four Minor Directions, and wove his protections over the village, the
rice paddies, and the step terraces in the hills and mountains. He took a handful of mud and
threw it back towards the river, as he chanted spells against the Flood God.
Xiao kept her eyes downcast. The Flood God never listened to the prayers of Man. He
proved that by taking her parents.
After another salute to the Four Directions, Rui Ba clapped his hands to signal the end of the
blessing. A sigh of relief rose from the assembled crowd. They quickly got together in their
groups: some headed for the paddies along the river, and others to the hills and mountains
beyond. Xiao and Nai were part of this latter group; they climbed the dirt road leading to
Terraced Hill Number One.
“Sister, look!” Nai gasped as they reached their assigned plot. “You can see the village from
here!”
She followed Nai's outstretched hand to the brilliant view in front of them. The village huts
gleamed in the sunlight, as if they were the gold roofs of the Iron Emperor's Pavilion. The
Yanggu River snaked its way down from the Double Hills, past the village's rice paddies, on
its way to the Maelstrom Coast.
“Yes,” Xiao agreed, “the view is quite spectacular, isn't it?”
Hours flew by as she showed Nai how to plant the tender shoots in neat rows. They had to be
spaced just right, not too closely together and not to far away. It was hard, backbreaking
work. Nai's initial enthusiasm waned as reality set in, and her chatter grew less and less. Xiao
was careful to pace their progress so Nai wouldn't tire so easily. They stopped to eat and
drink, but their main focus was on the work.
“Is it always like this, Sister?”
“Sometimes we sing to pass the time, and sometimes we tell stories.”
“My feet hurt and my back aches.”
“Just a little more, Nai, then we can go home for supper.”
“I want to wash off this mud. It makes me itchy. And you look like a mud monster.”
“Mud's supposed to be good for the skin. It helps prolong your youth; that's what Old Ying
says.”
“I don't want to be young forever. I want to grow up and see the world and do things other
than plant rice shoots in the middle of a pool on the side of the hill.”
Xiao tried not to laugh at Nai's petulant expression, but it was difficult. She shook her head
and said, “You say that because you're only five. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up.”
The sun dipped low in the sky by the time the planting was over. Xiao surveyed their little plot
and felt a thrill of pride at their accomplishment. Nai blinked at the neat rows and asked, “Did we do that?”
“Yes, we did, and you helped. Come on, Nai, let's go home.”
They made their way back to the dirt road. Xiao matched her sister's slower pace, despite the
fact she was eager for a bath and clean clothes. Other villagers were also heading back to the
village, their day's work completed. The sound of their sandals on the stones was loud in the
darkness.
Nai stumbled and nearly fell on the road. Xiao grabbed her by the arm and steadied her on
her feet. “Nai, are you all right?”
“I'm fine, but--” The ground shifted underneath their feet and threw both girls off balance. Xiao
threw out a hand and cushioned her sister's fall. Shrieks of fear and pain echoed up and down
the road. The rumble of stone and dirt stirred in the background, from farther up the hill.
“It's a rockslide!” shouted a villager. “Run for your lives!”
Xiao's heart pounded in her chest as she literally scooped Nai into her arms and ran towards
the village. Dust billowed in the air all around them, growing thicker by the minute. She
coughed and forced her aching legs to keep up. If she stumbled and fell, she knew that neither
she nor Nai would ever rise again. The earth trembled, then bucked violently as the wave of
debris slid down the mountain.
Nai pressed her face against Xiao's breast as the rumbles increased and the earth shook
violently under them. People scattered in all directions towards the Yanggu. Xiao smelled
rough, salty soil and knew they would never make it to the village. Flakes of rock stung the
back of her legs; the chaotic wave was nearly upon them.
She could feel the Hand of Darkness reach out for them.
I'm so sorry, Nai. I've failed to protect you. Tears blurred her vision and streamed down
her dirty face. The cold hand of death reached out for them and pushed Xiao to her knees. All
she could do was hold Nai as tightly as she could and pray.
She didn't expect the Goddess to answer her prayer.
A different roar reverberated around them, a lower pitch than the earth. Warm wind rushed
past them and to Xiao's shock, the outrush of rock stopped its onslaught. It didn't ease
gradually; it just stopped.
“What's happening?” Nai's voice was muffled against her skin.
“I...don't know.” She managed to raise her head slightly and look up into the sky. Her mouth
dropped as she saw dark shapes silhouetted against the sun. Not just one, but at least a
dozen. Each one of those long shapes owned four long limbs that ended in sharp claws. No
wings, but powerful tails that swept away the boulders before they landed on the village.
Four of those dragons arched their backs and sped downward with military precision. They
passed so low over the girls' heads that both Xiao and Nai involuntarily ducked as they went
by. Side by side, they dipped low, opened their mouths, and with their teeth, dug a deep
trench at the bottom of the mountain. They wove between the terraced hills, dredging new
canals where there had been none before. The debris that somehow bypassed the first
vanguard dropped into the deep trenches.
Xiao realized that Terraced Hill Number One, the plot of land her family had tended for
generations, still stood untouched by the rockslide. Water flowed into the trench at the bottom
of the hill, irrigating the land for new rice paddies. Her eyes widened as she realized that the
dragons had effectively doubled the area.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Oh, thank you!”
The four dragons arced up and away to join their brethren. The lead one, a soft cinnamon-
brown with a yellow beard around its snout and face, glanced back and gazed directly back at
her. Xiao saw it wink once, and heard a mental voice replied, You're welcome, Child of the
Earth. My name is Jiahe. You will have an extra special harvest this year.
Then Jiahe and his cadre of fellow Earth Dragons disappeared into the sky. Shocked silence
came over the village for exactly one heartbeat, then the villagers broke out in cheers and
grateful prayers to the Goddess and Her avatars of the land.
“Did he say his name was Jiahe?” Nai whispered. Her eyes were still riveted on the skies
above Terraced Hill Number One. “'Golden Harvest'?”
“A good name for him, don't you agree?” Xiao asked her gently.
“Yes, indeed, Sister. Will he return?”
She managed a smile. “I think so, Nai. I think he and his brothers will return. They are from
the Goddess, after all.”
Second preview of short story collection: "Tales of the Elemental Dragons"
After a long unavoidable delay, here's a second preview of my newest collection of short stories, Tales of the Elemental Dragon. Original work copyright 2012 by A. Dameron, all rights reserved. Thanks.
Earth: Tŭ
填写你的腹部与水稻
但不放纵
地球在其赛季
在每个季节, 一些岩石也会下降
Tiánxiě nǐ de fùbù yǔ shuǐdào
Dàn bù fàngzòng.
Dìqiú zài qí sàijì
Zài měi gè jìjié, yīxiē yánshí yě huì xiàjiàng.
Fill your belly with rice
but do not overindulge.
Earth gives in its season
and in each season, some rocks will fall.
--song included in the Planting Ceremony, Kuijang River Village
The Yangyu River wound past the Iron Emperor's capital, through ditches and canals, before
splitting into several branches. Many of those branches ended at the Maelstrom coast; others
bypassed the Siang Plateau, favoring the northern route instead. Kuijang flowed north, then
west, to nourish the rice paddies of the villages and towns. The Goddess of Shinwa smiled
upon the farmers and their kin and provided good harvest.
“Tu Xiao! Tu Xiao! They're getting ready for the Planting Ceremony! We don't want to be
late!”
Xiao laughed and tucked her cotton tunic into her pants, then adjusted the simple fabric
headband. Her five year old sister tugged her towards the door of their hut. Tu Nai's pigtails
bounced on her shoulders with every movement.
“I'm coming, Nai! I'm coming!”
“You are as vain as the water buffalo in the Yangyu Canal! You look like...well, like older
sisters are supposed to look!” Nai pouted, but her dark eyes sparkled in the morning sun.
Xiao sighed and followed Nai down the rocky path towards the riverbank. The village of
Renqiu sprawled far below them, with shops and houses surrounding the main square. The
thatched roofs stretched towards the sky; to Xiao's eyes, it looked like a furry mountain in
summer clothes.
Delicious smells floated past their noses. Fish stewed in broth, with beans and celery
harvested from the gardens. Strips of dried beef wrapped in bread dough and covered with
sauce. Berry juice, freshly pressed and mixed with pure water from the village well. Xiao's
stomach growled as she and Nai entered the main group of buildings. Big Chao the cook
greeted both girls and sat them down on benches. He ladled steaming fish soup in clay bowls,
scooped equal portions of white rice on plates, and poured a generous amount of berry juice
in mugs.
“Eat everything,” Big Chao commanded, with a sweep of his beefy arm. “You will both need
your strength for the Spring Planting. I will not tolerate any refusal.”
“Yes, Big Chao,” chirped Nai. She slurped her soup and speared the filets with her
chopsticks. Xiao laughed again and brought her attention to her own food. As usual, Big Chao
outdid himself with the simple fare. Xiao thought that the Iron Emperor himself would find this
meal quite filling.
The dining hut slowly filled with other workers. Xiao watched as the wizened form of Tian Re
shuffled into the room. The village headsman bore every one of his eighty-five years; scars
from river sharks criss-crossed the skin of his legs and his features were bronzed by the
relentless sun. Nevertheless, Xiao watched as Tian Re's posture straightened, like a withered
vine tasting water after a long drought. His eyes were clouded with silver cataracts, but there
was no question about his Sight.
“So, Big Chao, not too big or too small a portion, if you please,” Tian Re called. He laid his
walking stick against his bench. “Most of the food should go to the younger generation, like
the Tu girls over there. They are our future.”
Nai jumped up off her bench and scurried to Big Chao. She accepted the new bowl of fish
soup and shuffled over to Tian Re, her head bowed in respect. “Please, Honorable Tian,
accept this on behalf of me and my sister. We've already eaten, so you can have as much as
you want. I insist.”
Tian Re glanced at Xiao, who only shrugged good-naturedly. He re-focused his attention on
the little girl in front of him. “Then I give my sincere thanks to the giver, for she is wise and
respectful to her elders. How old are you now, Little Tu?”
“I am five,” Nai said proudly, “and old enough to help.”
“Indeed.” Tian Re accepted the bowl with both hands. “Then I am sure your help will be much
appreciated today.”
Nai flushed with pleasure as she bobbed her head again in embarrassment. She scampered
back to her bench and proceeded to demolish her plate of rice with all the speed of youth.
“You are doing well in raising her, Tu Xiao,” Tian Re said. “I have every confidence that the
Goddess will smile upon you.”
Xiao nodded and managed to finish the rest of her food. Ever since the river flood that took
their parents, she guarded Nai like a fierce mother dragon. Most sixteen-year-old youths
eagerly ventured out into the world outside their village. Others prepared for marriage and a
lifetime of hard work. Xiao resigned herself to the latter as her fate. Her blood was tied to the
land of Shinwa, and it would always be so.
A grain of rice clung stubbornly to her trousers. Xiao firmly picked it off with a gentle hand.
Her fastidious appearance was her one lone indulgence. A long day in the rice paddies often
left her dusty and water-logged, but at the end of the day, Xiao took care of herself.
Both girls waited patiently as Tian Re finished his soup and rice. He rose from his bench, took
his walking stick in one hand, and extended the other to Xiao. Nai skipped ahead of them,
following the path to the river bank.
“You seem too serious, Xiao,” Tian Re observed in a low voice. “You are barely in the middle
of your spring years. Are you in such a hurry to grow?”
She sighed; he was the only one who even noticed enough to care. “Fate, Honorable Tian. I
left my childhood behind years ago.”
“The earth is a generous mistress, but her tasks can be cruel. Every day follows in season. If
winter comes before summer, we would all starve.” He softened his words with a smile. “Do
not live contrary to Her will, or you too, will starve.”
She inclined her head at his wise words and murmured, “I will try harder, Honorable Tian.”
The entire village appeared at the rice paddies, from Honorable Tian to the day-old infant in
swaddling clothes. Honorable Tian nodded at Priest Rui Ba, who nodded back. Rui Ba
traveled among the villages bordering the Yanggu River, and his services were in much
demand. One of his most popular requests was the Planting Festival blessing. He gazed over
the gathered villagers, then raised his hands up to the sky.
“We beseech you, Beloved Goddess of Shinwa, to shower your gifts on this earth and bring
forth the green shoots of life--” Rui Ba's sonorous voice carried over the people, who
murmured the proper responses.
Xiao shifted from leg to leg, eager for the long ceremony to be over. Nai echoed her
restlessness by fiddling with her apron strings. The soft mud gave way under their feet and
slowly filled with river water. Xiao gritted her teeth as she felt it between her toes.
Finally, Rui Ba invoked the Blessed Goddess of Shinwa, the Goddess of the Deep, the
Mistresses of Air and Fire, the Nymph of Wood and the Warrior of Iron. He bowed in the
Four Directions, then the four Minor Directions, and wove his protections over the village, the
rice paddies, and the step terraces in the hills and mountains. He took a handful of mud and
threw it back towards the river, as he chanted spells against the Flood God.
Xiao kept her eyes downcast. The Flood God never listened to the prayers of Man. He
proved that by taking her parents.
After another salute to the Four Directions, Rui Ba clapped his hands to signal the end of the
blessing. A sigh of relief rose from the assembled crowd. They quickly got together in their
groups: some headed for the paddies along the river, and others to the hills and mountains
beyond. Xiao and Nai were part of this latter group; they climbed the dirt road leading to
Terraced Hill Number One.
“Sister, look!” Nai gasped as they reached their assigned plot. “You can see the village from
here!”
She followed Nai's outstretched hand to the brilliant view in front of them. The village huts
gleamed in the sunlight, as if they were the gold roofs of the Iron Emperor's Pavilion. The
Yanggu River snaked its way down from the Double Hills, past the village's rice paddies, on
its way to the Maelstrom Coast.
“Yes,” Xiao agreed, “the view is quite spectacular, isn't it?”
Hours flew by as she showed Nai how to plant the tender shoots in neat rows. They had to be
spaced just right, not too closely together and not to far away. It was hard, backbreaking
work. Nai's initial enthusiasm waned as reality set in, and her chatter grew less and less. Xiao
was careful to pace their progress so Nai wouldn't tire so easily. They stopped to eat and
drink, but their main focus was on the work.
“Is it always like this, Sister?”
“Sometimes we sing to pass the time, and sometimes we tell stories.”
“My feet hurt and my back aches.”
“Just a little more, Nai, then we can go home for supper.”
“I want to wash off this mud. It makes me itchy. And you look like a mud monster.”
“Mud's supposed to be good for the skin. It helps prolong your youth; that's what Old Ying
says.”
“I don't want to be young forever. I want to grow up and see the world and do things other
than plant rice shoots in the middle of a pool on the side of the hill.”
Xiao tried not to laugh at Nai's petulant expression, but it was difficult. She shook her head
and said, “You say that because you're only five. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up.”
The sun dipped low in the sky by the time the planting was over. Xiao surveyed their little plot
and felt a thrill of pride at their accomplishment. Nai blinked at the neat rows and asked, “Did we do that?”
“Yes, we did, and you helped. Come on, Nai, let's go home.”
They made their way back to the dirt road. Xiao matched her sister's slower pace, despite the
fact she was eager for a bath and clean clothes. Other villagers were also heading back to the
village, their day's work completed. The sound of their sandals on the stones was loud in the
darkness.
Nai stumbled and nearly fell on the road. Xiao grabbed her by the arm and steadied her on
her feet. “Nai, are you all right?”
“I'm fine, but--” The ground shifted underneath their feet and threw both girls off balance. Xiao
threw out a hand and cushioned her sister's fall. Shrieks of fear and pain echoed up and down
the road. The rumble of stone and dirt stirred in the background, from farther up the hill.
“It's a rockslide!” shouted a villager. “Run for your lives!”
Xiao's heart pounded in her chest as she literally scooped Nai into her arms and ran towards
the village. Dust billowed in the air all around them, growing thicker by the minute. She
coughed and forced her aching legs to keep up. If she stumbled and fell, she knew that neither
she nor Nai would ever rise again. The earth trembled, then bucked violently as the wave of
debris slid down the mountain.
Nai pressed her face against Xiao's breast as the rumbles increased and the earth shook
violently under them. People scattered in all directions towards the Yanggu. Xiao smelled
rough, salty soil and knew they would never make it to the village. Flakes of rock stung the
back of her legs; the chaotic wave was nearly upon them.
She could feel the Hand of Darkness reach out for them.
I'm so sorry, Nai. I've failed to protect you. Tears blurred her vision and streamed down
her dirty face. The cold hand of death reached out for them and pushed Xiao to her knees. All
she could do was hold Nai as tightly as she could and pray.
She didn't expect the Goddess to answer her prayer.
A different roar reverberated around them, a lower pitch than the earth. Warm wind rushed
past them and to Xiao's shock, the outrush of rock stopped its onslaught. It didn't ease
gradually; it just stopped.
“What's happening?” Nai's voice was muffled against her skin.
“I...don't know.” She managed to raise her head slightly and look up into the sky. Her mouth
dropped as she saw dark shapes silhouetted against the sun. Not just one, but at least a
dozen. Each one of those long shapes owned four long limbs that ended in sharp claws. No
wings, but powerful tails that swept away the boulders before they landed on the village.
Four of those dragons arched their backs and sped downward with military precision. They
passed so low over the girls' heads that both Xiao and Nai involuntarily ducked as they went
by. Side by side, they dipped low, opened their mouths, and with their teeth, dug a deep
trench at the bottom of the mountain. They wove between the terraced hills, dredging new
canals where there had been none before. The debris that somehow bypassed the first
vanguard dropped into the deep trenches.
Xiao realized that Terraced Hill Number One, the plot of land her family had tended for
generations, still stood untouched by the rockslide. Water flowed into the trench at the bottom
of the hill, irrigating the land for new rice paddies. Her eyes widened as she realized that the
dragons had effectively doubled the area.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Oh, thank you!”
The four dragons arced up and away to join their brethren. The lead one, a soft cinnamon-
brown with a yellow beard around its snout and face, glanced back and gazed directly back at
her. Xiao saw it wink once, and heard a mental voice replied, You're welcome, Child of the
Earth. My name is Jiahe. You will have an extra special harvest this year.
Then Jiahe and his cadre of fellow Earth Dragons disappeared into the sky. Shocked silence
came over the village for exactly one heartbeat, then the villagers broke out in cheers and
grateful prayers to the Goddess and Her avatars of the land.
“Did he say his name was Jiahe?” Nai whispered. Her eyes were still riveted on the skies
above Terraced Hill Number One. “'Golden Harvest'?”
“A good name for him, don't you agree?” Xiao asked her gently.
“Yes, indeed, Sister. Will he return?”
She managed a smile. “I think so, Nai. I think he and his brothers will return. They are from
the Goddess, after all.”
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