The flight to Chicago was rather uneventful, but then...Christopher would not have noticed even if it had been rather eventful.  His mind, instead, were fully focused on the upcoming chance to finally find the dragon.  Was she really in Chicago?  Would she recognize him after so many years?  He stared out the window pondering it all.  It seemed so fantastic to actually be free to find her at long last.  He still remembered how he had felt after she had left...flying away from the smoldering fire.  Chris had wanted to go with her then...just leave, but instead...she had left, and he had remained.  Every day since then...he had wanted to go off with her, but finding her had been a task so epic in difficulty that until now...he had barely a chance to seek her.<br/><br/>Now, here he was on a jet to Chicago in the hopes of following up on a lead his boss had given him.  Chris looked down at the MacBook Pro he often used for his writing.  On the screen was a simple blank page from Word.  His thoughts were a jumble, and so were his emotions.  Would the lead pan out?  Would she indeed be the dragon...this mysterious art collector coming to the Franklin Art Gallery?  Would her appearance have changed since he last saw her almost twenty-five years ago?  What would she be wearing?  With the mind of an adult now; he began to wonder other things?  What would her walk be like?  How graceful and beautiful was her figure?  What color were her eyes?  Would her skin feel strange...cooler or warmer, perhaps?  Would he even be close enough to touch her...assuming he found her at all?<br/><br/>All of this and more ran through the young reporter's mind and heart as he sat there staring at the blank page.  His fingers finally began to dance across the keys in rapid sure strokes, and the activity of the passengers and crew faded even further to the back of his mind...tuned out in favor of his thoughts on her.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: Constantia;"><span style="font-style: italic">August 15th, 2016<br/><br/>"The greatest and strangest thing happened today at the Washington Post.  My life long dream has begun, and in a way I had never expected.  My boss, President Andrew Vincent Price has given me an assignment that I have been on for almost twenty-five years no on my own.  How he knows about the dragon is really still a mystery, but I have the distinct feeling he truly believes in them.  He apparently traced down the old news story about me being rescued by a strange fire when I was 5, and believes this was done by a dragon.  Of course, he is absolutely correct.  Yet, I gave my promise to her...silent though it was...that I would never reveal her to anyone.  How I keep this assignment and my promise at the same time is...troubling.  For some reason, he doesn't want me to report it.  Indeed, he gave me specific instructions to write it all out in journal form, and give the entries only to him.  Perhaps, it is as he says, so that no one questions his sanity.  Perhaps, it could be that he simply has no desire to reveal her to the world...feeling somehow that her worth is greater than the world can understand.  I would certainly understand that.  After all, if any government, scientist, or other group ever found out about her...they would hunt her down, and very likely experiment on her.  To me, that is an absolute abhorrence!!!  So, I will keep my assignment, and the adventure which began on the night of my fifth birthday continues."<br/><br/>"What is she like, though?  Why did she save me that night?  Does she know I have been looking for her?  What does she look like now?  Is her human form a transformation of some kind, and cannot be altered, or can she appear as any mortal woman she wishes?  Is she as beautiful as I remember...divine beyond description?  What does she do?  How long has she been around?  What does she like?  Does she even think of the day she rescued me?  All of this comes to me as I write this entry.  I confess...now that I am an adult...I wonder what it would be like to dance with her...to hold her...to breathe in her presence, gaze into her eyes...I wonder..."<br/><br/>~Christopher Windsor</span></span><br/><br/>Chris closed his computer, and put it safely away after saving the entry in his private encrypted folder:<span style="font-style: italic">The Dragon Chronicles</span>Then, as if the rest of the world still mattered nothing to him; Chris returned to gazing out the window...imagining the moment when he would finally meet her once more.  His heart raced a bit at the very idea of being in her presence again.  His eyes closed, and he began to dream with crystal clarity...far clearer than any mortal alive.<br/><br/>He found himself standing before her on the top of some ancient hill surrounded by stones very similar to Stonehenge, but more ancient somehow.  Chris gasped as he gazed upon her..his eyes taking in every detail he remembered from that day they first met.  The wind blew around them both, and he could feel her presence...warm, powerful, charismatic...sensational, and in it all...Chris could say nothing to her.  He just stood there...facing the woman that, to him at least, was the absolute perfection of beauty, and just could not speak.  Finally, after what could have been minutes or hours, Chris knelt before her...head bowed and eyes closed with tears threatening to slide down his cheeks.<br/><br/>"I am yours, Lady," he whispered to her so softly and reverently...complete sincerity in his voice.<br/><br/>When he awoke...time had passed indeed...more than he would have expected for such a dream.  The plane was about to land, and his work...his dream of finding her finally...was about to continue.