Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction.
Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood, he becomes a symbol of self appreciation. Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game. It is his only means of achieving satisfaction. A reaction would disturb the molecules from their expected conclusion.
The boy does not realize how close he is to potential danger. If he awakens the dragons, he awakens his death.
Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are dreaming of future conquests. Illusionary REM's of human body parts dancing in their heads. Helpless after a day of mass frustration. Hopeless after a time of complete desolation.
The boy is finished his game. He smiles to himself at his clever disguises. Yesterday he was a soldier in the war of indifference. Today he is a hero, a legend in his own mind.
He screams in abandoned pleasure. He yells because he can. Racing through the woods until he comes upon the entrance to a cave.
Takes a breath, than slowly enters in. The dragons are no longer sleeping. They are preening their scales in preparation. Their red soul-less eyes look at the boy. The boy, with his brown empty eyes looks at the dragons.
None of them make a move.
Each of them recognize the emptiness of the other.