“There are many dangers out there and you will stay here.” The Dragon of Fear left, slamming the door behind him. There was no sound of a key turning, or a lock clicking, nothing to prevent the door from being opened. The Dragon of Fear knew that Odai was too frightened to even try to escape.

And so Odai went back to the window to gaze at the stars. She sighed deeply and, again, waited anxiously for the sign. It was a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights.

THE END.

Hold it!

Excuse me?

I said hold it! Is that all? Am I going to spend the rest of my life sitting by the window in the tower just waiting for the sign?

Well, I...

You always tell the same story. Exactly the same story and here I am hopefully waiting for it to change one day. That one day the damn sign will appear, that there will be a shooting star, a lunar eclipse, or at least a sunrise, but no, noooooo! Do you know that this is a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights? Oh! But of course you do! You’re the writer and you repeat it in the story... TWICE!

That brings the story to a full circle.

What do I care about full circles? I don´t even know what a full circle is! I’m tired, annoyed, bored and freezing to death... and you want to know why? Cause this night is not only a very cold night, it’s not even perhaps the coldest of all nights... it’s downright freezing! And I’m sitting here, wearing a translucent, blue, gauzy dress. For the love of God! Couldn’t you have at least written me a blanket?!

This way the reader understands your suffering.

I have a better way for the reader to understand my suffering. Reader... I’M IN AGONY! Not only am I waiting for the sign that hasn’t come, and probably never will, not only am I locked away in a tower that’s as high as... how high is the tower?

I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.

You’re the writer and you haven´t really thought about how high the tower that you locked me in is?

I just imagine it as being very high.

Well just how high is very high, exactly?

I don’t know... three hundred feet.

...Do you know anything about architecture?

No.

I can tell. Let me peek out of the window to find out. You narrate, which is the only thing you seem to know how to do.

Okay... umm... so, Odai looked out of the window.

Thank you...hmmm -- she hesitated. No, I didn’t hesitate! I’m holding on to the handrail. Sor-ry. Let’s say fifty feet.

Alright, then it’s fifty feet.