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Vera Burns
I opened my eyes as I lay on the bank of the strikingly beautiful Emerald lake. It was easy to be overcome by the power and beauty of this body of water hidden deep in the Pinos Altos Mountains. Surrounded by pine trees, this location’s natural magic was precisely what drew me to this part of New Mexico. It bordered on the Gila Wilderness area. The first wilderness area in the US, where no motorized or mechanized vehicles, including bicycles were allowed. Camping and fishing were permitted, but no roads, buildings, logging were inside the wilderness area. A perfect location for a golden dragon to hide.
I had used the natural magic of the land and twisted it to my needs. A natural geyser, vented stream and covered the lake in a fog for part of the day. In the right weather conditions, it could be all day. The opalescent mist warned me of approaching danger and allowed no satellites to take photographs of me in my natural form. It was not easy to hide a dragon over 125 feet in length with a wingspan of 140 feet. Humans with their new spy technology could not see through the fog. Avoiding being seen had been something I had accomplished for over 600 years. This spot was very isolated. There was nothing around me for 2 miles. The closest building was 5 miles away, Our Lady of Guadalupe Monastery. It was unoccupied and only held services on Sunday.
My $12.5 million, 10,000-square-foot home on 1000 acres was nestled in the hidden valley, next to Emerald lake. The property was surrounded by electrified fence, cameras, motion detectors and other sensing technology. The seven-bedroom, eight-and-a-half bath house had been written up as "a magnificent estate that exemplifies the wonders of the Southwest." I had the home built in the 1924, right after the wilderness area was established.
As the fog thinned, I transformed back into my human form. Call me vain, but I enjoy being beautiful. My human form is an attractive human woman with waves of golden blonde hair. Despite my age of over 3000 years, my human face is fresh and smooth. My figure would be highly sought after by Sports Illustrated or Playboy. The only oddity that might give a human pause is my amber colored eyes. A unique color for humans, my eyes reflected my personality and my determination. I think most humans I meet recognize quickly that I may look like a sweet woman, but inside, I’m a fire breathing monster.
As I walked into my house, I knew most people would love my existence. My life was like a fantasy to them. A fantasy with almost no end. I was told I will die of old age at some point, but it would be hundreds of centuries from now. And unlike mammals, my abilities only grow stronger with age. But life is more than living, more than abilities.
Life must have purpose and meaning. That is why I’m already dead. I destroyed my whole species. I killed all of them. It was all my fault.
I continue to live, in the hope that I will find one dragon still alive. Somewhere out there. I wait for a miracle. For the last 698 years, I’ve opened my eyes and it has not happened.
As I walked into the kitchen the phone rang. Perhaps I should not have done it. Perhaps I would not do it ever again. Had I known what was to come I would not have done it. Nevertheless, I did. I answered the phone.
“Vera Burns, Private Investigator,” I said. It was that simple, that was the start of the events that would change the world.
I opened my eyes as I lay on the bank of the strikingly beautiful Emerald lake. It was easy to be overcome by the power and beauty of this body of water hidden deep in the Pinos Altos Mountains. Surrounded by pine trees, this location’s natural magic was precisely what drew me to this part of New Mexico. It bordered on the Gila Wilderness area. The first wilderness area in the US, where no motorized or mechanized vehicles, including bicycles were allowed. Camping and fishing were permitted, but no roads, buildings, logging were inside the wilderness area. A perfect location for a golden dragon to hide.
I had used the natural magic of the land and twisted it to my needs. A natural geyser, vented stream and covered the lake in a fog for part of the day. In the right weather conditions, it could be all day. The opalescent mist warned me of approaching danger and allowed no satellites to take photographs of me in my natural form. It was not easy to hide a dragon over 125 feet in length with a wingspan of 140 feet. Humans with their new spy technology could not see through the fog. Avoiding being seen had been something I had accomplished for over 600 years. This spot was very isolated. There was nothing around me for 2 miles. The closest building was 5 miles away, Our Lady of Guadalupe Monastery. It was unoccupied and only held services on Sunday.
My $12.5 million, 10,000-square-foot home on 1000 acres was nestled in the hidden valley, next to Emerald lake. The property was surrounded by electrified fence, cameras, motion detectors and other sensing technology. The seven-bedroom, eight-and-a-half bath house had been written up as "a magnificent estate that exemplifies the wonders of the Southwest." I had the home built in the 1924, right after the wilderness area was established.
As the fog thinned, I transformed back into my human form. Call me vain, but I enjoy being beautiful. My human form is an attractive human woman with waves of golden blonde hair. Despite my age of over 3000 years, my human face is fresh and smooth. My figure would be highly sought after by Sports Illustrated or Playboy. The only oddity that might give a human pause is my amber colored eyes. A unique color for humans, my eyes reflected my personality and my determination. I think most humans I meet recognize quickly that I may look like a sweet woman, but inside, I’m a fire breathing monster.
As I walked into my house, I knew most people would love my existence. My life was like a fantasy to them. A fantasy with almost no end. I was told I will die of old age at some point, but it would be hundreds of centuries from now. And unlike mammals, my abilities only grow stronger with age. But life is more than living, more than abilities.
Life must have purpose and meaning. That is why I’m already dead. I destroyed my whole species. I killed all of them. It was all my fault.
I continue to live, in the hope that I will find one dragon still alive. Somewhere out there. I wait for a miracle. For the last 698 years, I’ve opened my eyes and it has not happened.
As I walked into the kitchen the phone rang. Perhaps I should not have done it. Perhaps I would not do it ever again. Had I known what was to come I would not have done it. Nevertheless, I did. I answered the phone.
“Vera Burns, Private Investigator,” I said. It was that simple, that was the start of the events that would change the world.