As we enter the scene we see tucked in a corner, a small colorless reptile, seeming to blur around the edges. A voice emanates out of the ether.
“Dragon? Is that you?” asks the writer.
The small washed-out creature looks up, blows a solitary smoke ring. “I think so, but I don’t feel right, what’s happening to me?”
The writer sighs. “I think you’re diminishing. You see I’ve written about you for 10 weeks now. You’ve seen the comments, people are starting to get tired of you. I think without that interest you’re starting to fade away.”
The dragon slumps, looking resigned. “I guess there’s not much I can do about that, perhaps it’s time to go quietly into the night.”
After a thoughtful pause the voice continues. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be this way. I mean, after all, you are my creation, I should have the power to sustain you.”
“But would you really want to do that?” asks the dragon. “After all, I’m just a ploy in some sort of writing contest right? If I’m not cutting it shouldn’t you write about something else? Something that will make the most people happy?”
Another thoughtful pause “I guess that depends on why I entered this contest,” ponders the voice. “Was it to go as far as I could or was it something else?”
The dragon perks up slightly. “You know what I think?” he whispers conspiratorially. “I think you like writing about me and it makes you happy.”
The writer chuckles, “Although I think you might be a little biased, I also think you’re right. I am doing this for me so I’ll continue writing about what makes me happy. It’s my journal and I’ll write what I want to!”
The dragon smiled happily, already starting to gain some color and looking sharper around the edges.