Timmy and the Psychedelic Dragon
Timmy and the Psychedelic Dragon
The morning sun shone through the window and onto Timmy’s face, waking him to a new day. “Good morning Simon” he said to his friend. Simon, a six foot white scimitar.
“Good morning Timmy, how are you today?”
“I’m doing great.” Timmy replied as he jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. He washed his hands, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Then Timmy put on his 'Sword of Ultimate Power'. He and Simon began their journey into the Enchanted Forest. Timmy, with Simon's help, fought off trolls and monsters of every shape and size. They found a nice clearing to sit and rest. Suddenly ,out of nowhere, a bright and shiny dragon approached them. The dragon’s colors were mixed in swirls and curls with other wonderful designs. “Wow,” Timmy remarked as the creature approached, “what kind of creature are you?”
“Who wants to know?” the creature replied.
“It is I, Sir Timmy,” he said, jumping to his feet and striking the center of his chest with his thumb, “ This is my friend, Simon the Scimitar,” pointing to Simon.
“Well then,” the dragon replied, “I am Desmond the Psychedelic Dragon.”
“Why are you colored like that?” asked Timmy.
"Be careful Timmy;” Simon cautioned, “I don't trust him.”
“Nonsense,” Desmond rebutted, “I mean no harm."
“Don’t believe him Timmy!" Simon warned. "He will only bring trouble; his kind always does.”
“ I know Simon is your friend” Desmond replied. “He is, after all, a white scimitar, proud and strong; so I will go as Simon wishes.“
"Wait Desmond,” Timmy interrupted, “Simon , I don’t think we are giving him a chance.”
“It’s okay Timmy,” Desmond said. “He is only trying to protect you; but at one time, he was a stranger like I am now.” Desmond walked over beside him and gently placed his talons on Timmy’s shoulder. “If both of you will give me a chance, in time you will learn to trust me.”
Simon looked hard at Desmond, and then he looked at Timmy. Simon leaned over and whispered in Timmy’s ear, “You are my master, if you want us to befriend him I will, but I will be watching him!”
“We'll give him a chance,” said Timmy.
So Timmy and Simon allowed Desmond to accompany them and join their quest. The three of them searched high and low for any evil that might exist. As they traveled, they talked among themselves; Simon and Timmy both learned different things about Desmond. Timmy was fascinated with Desmond's tales and his unseen powers. Desmond told Timmy of his hopes and plans to make the forest a safe place, filled with peace and harmony.
Simon was not taken in. He wanted to warn Timmy, but not in front of Desmond; he would wait until they returned home.
At the end of the day, they said good-bye to Desmond and traveled back to their fortress. It had been a long day and it was time for Timmy to take off his sword, and get ready for the evening meal.
Timmy’s mother was interested in their adventures and in Desmond. “So tell me Son,” she asked, “what does Simon think of Desmond?”
"He doesn’t trust him.” Timmy rolled his eyes. “He’s just probably jealous,” he said, giving his head a small shake.
“Well,” his mother replied, “Simon has been there to protect and watch after you, right? Did you ever ask him why he doesn’t like Desmond?”
“No Ma-am, but Desmond has all these neat colors and magical powers. He wants to make the forest nice for everyone.” He took the last bite of his meatloaf and shoved it in his mouth.. “Afmd heth wambt thwo..”
“Timmy!” his mother interrupted, “Finish your food before you talk.”
Timmy nodded his head , and after he swallowed he continued, “Anyway Desmond is really cool!”
“I see,” his mother paused. “Well, I am curious; did you see any of his magical powers?”
“No Ma-am, but he has them. Can I be excused so I can go watch TV now?”
“Take your dishes into the kitchen and place them in the sink first.”
“Ok Mom.” He picked up his dishes and took them into the kitchen. Then, he and Simon went to watch TV.
After church the next day, Timmy and Simon went back into the forest. Desmond was there waiting and greeted them, “I’ve been waiting for you. Are you ready to find more trolls and ogres?”
“Yes,” replied Simon. “Perhaps if we find some, you can show us some of your magic.”
“If need be,” Desmond answered, "we'll see what comes.”
“Well I have my Sword,” said Timmy.
“Then, may I suggest we begin,” replied Desmond. And they started into the forest. Timmy and Simon had to battle a troll and ford off pesky Tree Wrasses along with three Horned Snipes.
Simon turned to Desmond. “I noticed” Simon began, “You didn’t help fight off the Tree Wrasses.”
“No,” he answered casually, "I knew you could handle them.” He looked around the branches of the trees, then turned to Simon and Timmy, Shall we continue?” He started down the trail but paused to allow Timmy and Simon to pass. "I’ll watch incase one tries to sneak behind us.”
Simon looked at him and shook his head in disbelief, “Let’s go Timmy,” As the walked Desmond spoke about all his great ventures and crusades. Timmy listened to him with great interest. and hung on every word Desmond said. When they arrived home that evening; Timmy told his mother all about Desmond’s adventures.
After breakfast the next morning he left to meet Desmond and forgot his Sword.
“Where’s Simon?” Desmond asked seeing him, “and your Sword of ultimate Power?”
Oh, I forgot to tell him I was leaving and I left it home. We’ll be ok though, after all you’re with me. You have your magic and powers right?”
“Of course I do, why are you afraid?”
“No,” he quipped, “I was only worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Desmond replied..
Suddenly, a huge ogre appeared from behind a large tree on the right, and another on the left. Timmy stepped back reaching for his Sword but, it wasn’t there. “Quick Desmond, use your magic!”
“I cant, it won’t work on Ogres!” he backed behind Timmy.
“Then use your powers!”
“Ogres are too strong for my powers!” and he backed further behind Timmy.
Things looked very bad for them. Then, Simon appeared. “Simon, you’re here!” Timmy said relieved.
“Yes, here take this,” and he tossed Timmy his sword . Then Simon stood in front of Timmy and Desmond with his arms stretched out to shield them. One of the Ogres swung his club around and struck Simon on the head, but Simon held his ground “Quick Timmy help me.”
Timmy drew the sword just as the other ogre swung his club around to strike Simon again. Simon winced but kept his arms up. 'What should I do?” Timmy asked frantically.
“When one of them comes again, thrust your Sword forward under my arms and strike him,”
“I’m afraid,” Timmy said nervously, as Desmond fled the scene.
“You can do this,” Simon said reassuringly, “We can do this together!”
Timmy took a deep breath and stepped behind Simon. “Ok, here goes.” Just then The other Ogre came towards Simon with his club and Timmy thrust the sword up and into the Ogre. The beast fell backwards onto the ground dropping his club to the earth. The second ogre saw what happened, turned and ran, back deep into the woods.
“Simon took a deep breath and lowered his arms, “You see Timmy, together we did it.”
“But where did Desmond go?” Timmy replied looking around.
“He left..but he taught you something."
“But Desmond ran away, what did I learn from that?”
“You were excited because of things he said and his fabulous colors, but you failed to look inside.”
“He told me he could do many things, and he told me he had wonderful powers.”
“I see,” Simon replied, “And what else?”
“I saw he couldn’t really do anything he said he could.”
“That true friends don’t need fancy colors I have to learn about people before I trust them.”
Simon smiled, “Let’s go home Timmy. And the two of them headed back to the fortress. Tomorrow would be another day. ©
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Title :: Timmy and the Psychedelic Dragon
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