Legacy

8th Generation Naomi Descendant


Naomi - Willow - Thorn - Kane - Suni - Nerei - Twiggy - me

Its always about where I come from.
Who I’m related to.
What I represent.
Who I’m supposed to be.

Why can’t I just be me?

From the moment I hatched, everyone around me was always watching. Some were subtle about it, quick glances as I walked by. Other would full on stare at me, not caring if I noticed, or how uncomfortable it was for me.
Sometimes I would stare back at them, pointedly, until they went on their way.
When I was young, I was so very confused.
Why were they staring? Did I do something wrong? Did I have something in my teeth?
It wasn’t till I was older that I was finally told the reason.
Her.
Naomi.
My apparently many many times great grandmother, whose reality bending powers had shaken the very fabric of our world, before she retreated into a state of eternal slumber.
Would she do it again? Maybe. Maybe not.
But what she had done had captivated every dragon, every flight, so much so that all of her descendants are revered, coveted, worshiped.
Some dragons grew very large heads when they found out. Carried themselves as though their very presence was a generous gift.
I suppose I could have ended up that way, had I been hatched someone else.
But I didn’t, and I’m not.
I’m me.
And all I ever felt was a whole lot of pressure.
Pressure to be perfect, pressure to be confident and amazing, pressure to do something spectacular, just so everyone knows who exactly I am related to.
But I’m none of that.
I don’t have any powers that I’ve ever seen.
And I’m far too timid and self conscious to ever draw a crowd.
Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if I were just an ordinary dragon.
I bet the staring would stop.
I wonder if Naomi would be proud of me.
I wonder if she would even care to know I exist.

Sometimes, I wish I could forget she does.