We are the writers but also the main characters of our own lives. Whether we are aware of it or not, we constantly play the game of being both the Dragon and the Princess. Our fate is mainly a consequence of the decisions we make, regardless of the motivational sources.
From a literary point of view, this is an excellent narrative that leads the reader along the trails of truth, beauty and goodness.
It traces the routes of subjective landscapes and potential for introspection (Epiphany vs. serendipity).
Seen from another perspective, this is also a tale of “quantum physics” because of its capacity to explain that our destiny is neither immutable nor predetermined. Quite the opposite, the more we learn about ourselves, the better we can modify our future.
If most of our choices are founded on realistic judgment, it is reasonable to expect a favorable outcome.
Not the End reminds us of the unavoidable fact that each and every one of us can become an assertive author of our own life, instead of being passive observers of our existence.
Dr. Federico San Román
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It was a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights. Odai was sitting by the window of the highest tower in the castle, gazing at the stars, wearing only a translucent, blue, gauzy dress. Just like every other night, she hoped for the miraculous sign she longingly awaited. She dreamt of what her life could be if only the sign would come.
The sound of the slamming tower door and the approaching footsteps up the great stairwell leading to her room brought her back to reality.
“Here he comes again,” she thought in anguish.
The door opened and The Great Black Dragon of Fear reared its head.
“What are you doing, Princess?” asked the dragon with his icy, imposing voice tinged with suspicion and doubt, very characteristic of black dragons of fear.
“I’m waiting for the sign so I can get out of here,” answered Odai, timid before the presence of the dragon.
The dragon roared with great force, “You must not leave! You cannot leave until you are certain that you´ve seen the sign.”
“But there has to be a way,” said Odai in desperation.
The dragon stared at her for a while. His red eyes, dramatically contrasting against his black body, stood out noticeably in the center of his black face. Odai always felt intimidated in his presence.
“Someone very important,” said the dragon, “went through a lot of trouble to put you under my care. I am the best of keepers.”
“But you can’t keep me locked in here forever!”
“You will not leave until you have understood the sign!” The Great Black Dragon of Fear roared frighteningly. Odai was petrified.
“There are many, many dangers out there!” concluded the Dragon as he turned to leave.
“But, I...”