text: [Themes: sci-fi, fantasy]
  
  You stand alone in your room staring at your blank reflection in the mirror. You look like every other person in your Community,beige clothing, and blonde hair. Today you begin your morning ritual like every other morning. Y
  ou shower, you dress, you brush your teeth. Today will be like every other day in your community, go to school with all the normal classes. And yet you have a rushing feeling in your stomach, like someone punched you in the stomach and knocked the wind out of you, like you need to punch them back, like you need to hurt someone to help someone. You shake the thought from your mind for thoughts like that are forbidden in the village. You glance out your window before you go to breakfast. You think you see a red-pink flame on the horizon.
  
  > go to breakfast
  No there is no pink flame, our community is to safe you think aloud, so maybe saying it will make it true. You shake the thought off your mind, for now and head to breakfast. When you get downstairs instead of the normal delivery of food for breakfast your
  mother is cooking pancakes and bacon. This has never happened before you don't even know if it is allowed here. Something is defiantly up. "What-'' you stutter over your words while glancing back and forth from the plate of fluffy pancakes back to your mother. She seemed to understand and replied with a sigh "what if this was our last meal, I-I.'' She stopped and breathed deeply, then continued
  
  "I think it-it would be nice if we could have a good homemade meal if were our last one." She said all of this with sad eyes. She seemed heavy as if she had a great burden on her back. And then dad replied
  
  ''But, it's not out our last meal, why would you say something like that Grace." She just stared at him and heaved a heavy sigh. Dad had a puzzled look on his face, and then something seemed to click in his mind, you can see it in his eyes. "Grace is there something you are not telling us?"
  
  ''N-'' she tried break in but dad cut her off.
  
  "Do you have government information again?" He asked like he was an interrogator. Eyeing her like she was a vicious criminal. But she wasn't she was your loving Mother she was a simple government accountant.
  
  "Yes I do" she had a look of remorse on her face. "There is tell of dragon fire past the horizon to the north, it is pink hotter than even lava in the magma chamber of a volcano ready to explode a flood of red liquid."
  
  "But the village is safe there is no way they can destroy it." Father replied thins with a look of terrified worry on his face.
  
  "Do you know why this village was built in the first place? to keep dragons out, and even though most of our village is dragon-proof, there is on thing that can destroy it their breath of pink fire. The dragons have lived in caves, in their lairs far to long humans and dragons alike can only be good so long before the bad comes out. So someone will have to risk their lives to save our society, otherwise it will be long lost, and only a legend told through song.
  
  > save your community
  You decide you must save your community. This is where you live, where you have grown. Even though you don't agree with the way your robotic society acts. This is where you grew up and your parents are here. Yes do it for your parents. You know you have to go north and when your mother told you that north is where the dragons dwell she indicated the direction with her finger. It could be a risk but it is the best you could do at this point in time. so you go onward in the north direction with no obstacles. The sun is hot beating down on you, you keep your head low to avoid a burn. Then all of a sudden you hit something and a trickle of blood runs down your forehead. You look up thinking it was just a jagged rock protruding out of the ground. But as you look up your head tilts back until you stumble backward. The thing you have bumped into is not just a small rock, it is a humongous mountain that leads up into the clouds. You stumble backward to get a better look. You have walked into dragon mountain. It looms above you casting a shadow tha stretches for miles. Dotted All around the great summit are caves. Some unspeakably large stretching miles across. Others only the size of a mouse whole. From some of the caves fire flows out of their mouth. Others green, yellow, blue, purple, and even rainbow light flows out of them. No doubt these are the dragon lairs here to destroy you and everyone you love. And as you stand here and marvel at this world power, something swoops down behind you sending a gush of wind nearly knocking you on your side. Behind you looms a great eagle ready to take you to the elder dragon. leader of them all. But do you really think you can kill a dragon, seriously, you kill a dragon.
  
  > kill the dragon
  As you think about your choices sleep overcomes you and you fall to the ground. When you awake the next day you are at the peak of a mountain and all the way down caves circle this great pinnacle. You are at the top of the dragon mountain at the Elder dragons cave. How did you get up here? Perhaps you will never know, but for now you have to work out how to get down. There is no way you are going to climb due to the fact that the slope is much to steep. And then as you debate with yourself a dragon picks you up and dives of the great mountainside. The fall is long for the slope is tall. And on the way down you find that the dragons will no longer burn your village because they saw what you have sacrificed for your community. The dragon flies you back to your home and leaves you there. By the time the flight is over you have become no longer a foe, but friend with this great dragon and he respects you and all that you have done. You live out the rest of your life in the robotic village satisfied with your contribute to the society. And the thrill and adventure of your journey was enough to last a lifetime. You still stay in contact with the dragons from time to time. But now that your adventure is over you are no longer curious about the world. And some nights you think and you dream about this fact that a whole wide world lays beyond the touch of your fingertips. And yet you are not curious. You have lost sleep over this fact should you wonder about the great beyond and what lays past your borders, or should you stay put. For you this is the great question of life. So should you wonder?