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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
The Dragonfly Who Dreamed of Dragons follows Dazzle, an imaginative and vibrant dragonfly who lives beside a quiet, peaceful pond nestled beneath the Misty Mountains. While the other insects are content with their simple lives, Dazzle dreams of moreof dragons, fire, and flight beyond the clouds. Despite skepticism from her pond-mates, she listens to her heart and dares to believe in the impossible. One night, a mysterious breeze carries a whisper through the reeds: Find the Flame of Wonder and your dream will take flight. Fueled by curiosity and courage, Dazzle sets out on a magical journey to discover if the dragons in her dreams are more than just storiesand whether a small dragonfly can truly change the sky.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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The Dragonfly Who Dreamed of Dragons
Author: Kelly Johnson
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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Dazzle the Dreamer
Chapter 2: Whispers in the Wind
Chapter 3: The Firefly Map
Chapter 4: The Cloud Caterpillar
Chapter 5: The Feathered Forest
Chapter 6: The Bridge of Echoes
Chapter 7: The Mountain of Smoke and Song
Chapter 8: The Flame of Wonder
Chapter 9: The Dream Becomes Flight
Chapter 10: Back to the Pond, Forward to the Sky
Title: The Dragonfly Who Dreamed of Dragons
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Dazzle the Dreamer
In a quiet corner of the world, nestled beneath the towering shadows of the Misty Mountains, there lay a sparkling pond that shimmered like glass beneath the sun. From high above, it looked like a teardrop cradled in a bowl of green. Dragonflies traced spirals in the warm air, the wind whispered secrets to the cattails, and the days passed slowly—just the way most creatures liked it.
Surrounding the pond were swaying reeds that rustled like soft applause whenever the breeze swept through. Bright pink waterlilies floated gracefully on the surface, opening wide with the morning sun and closing like sleeping eyes at night. Cattails stood tall and straight along the edge, fuzzy and firm, like silent guardians keeping watch. In the evenings, frogs would croak in slow, melodic rhythm, a low chorus that echoed off the water’s edge. Crickets joined in as dusk deepened, their song rising like lullabies to the stars above.
It was a peaceful place. A hidden world. A gentle world. The kind of place where life moved at the pace of a falling leaf or the ripple of a skipping stone.
Or, more precisely, the flutter of a dragonfly’s wing.
Her name was Dazzle, and from the moment she emerged from the water and took flight, she was unlike any other insect in the pond.
Her wings shimmered with colors no one could quite name—golds like morning light, greens like forest dreams, purples that hinted of dusk, and blues deeper than the pond itself. When she flew, it was like watching a living gem dart across the sky, each beat of her wings leaving behind a flash of iridescence.
But Dazzle’s glow wasn’t just on the outside. She carried something even brighter inside—her imagination.
While the other dragonflies zipped across the pond catching gnats, playing dive-and-dash through cattail mazes, or lazily sunbathing on lily pads swapping gossip about how many mosquito bites they’d dodged that day, Dazzle was somewhere else entirely.
Not physically, of course—she was still perched beside them, or fluttering just above—but her mind was far away.
She would gaze up beyond the familiar trees, past the thick clouds that curled around the Misty Mountains like scarves, and wonder.
What lies beyond those peaks?
What kinds of creatures ride the wind up there?
Could something as small as her ever soar among legends?
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to breathe fire?” she once asked her friend Bertie, a round little beetle with a deep love of snacks, naps, and avoiding anything remotely adventurous.
Bertie, who had been proudly carrying a crumb three times his size back to his sun-warmed rock, stopped mid-step. He blinked at her in confusion.
“Breathe what now?”
“Fire!” Dazzle exclaimed, twirling midair, her wings catching the afternoon sun in a dazzling burst of color. “Like a dragon! Whoosh! Sizzle! Flames shooting from your mouth and lighting up the sky!”
Bertie blinked again, then dropped his crumb with a soft plop into the water.
“Why would anyone want to do that?” he asked, already mourning the loss of his snack. “Fire is dangerous! You could singe your antennae. Or your wings. Or your eyebrows—if I had any.”
Dazzle giggled, circling above him like a twinkling halo.
“Don’t you ever wonder what’s out there?” she asked, pointing a delicate foreleg toward the distant mountains. “Past the clouds, past the mist? What if dragons are real? What if they’re just waiting for someone brave enough to find them?”
Bertie glanced toward the mountains and shivered. “I prefer what’s down here, thank you very much. Warm rocks, tasty crumbs, a breeze that doesn’t try to blow you away.” He picked up a new crumb and waddled to safety. “Besides, dragons are stories. Old buzzing tales told to fireflies to make them glow brighter.”
But Dazzle didn’t stop dreaming.
Even as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned a deep lavender, she remained there, wings outstretched, watching the stars blink to life above the mountain peaks. Her reflection danced across the pond, winking with each ripple of the water.
Somewhere out there—she just knew it—a world full of fire and flight waited for her.
And as the crickets sang and the reeds swayed, Dazzle whispered to the wind:
“I’ll find it. I’ll find the magic. I’ll find the dragons.”
And far, far away, something stirred in the breeze—soft as breath, quiet as a wish, curling like smoke through the sky.
“Why would I want to do that? I’d burn my picnic blanket!” he had replied with a snort.
But Dazzle just smiled and twirled through the air. “Not to burn things—just to be something more. To fly through thunderstorms without fear. To feel the wind beneath your wings and the whole sky calling your name. Dragons can do that, you know.”
Bertie had muttered something about heatstroke and wandered off to find his crumb, but Dazzle hadn’t minded. She knew her dreams were different. While other insects were content to flutter within the safety of the pond’s reeds, she wanted to soar beyond it. Beyond the trees. Beyond the clouds. She wanted to find dragons.
It wasn’t that Dazzle knew dragons were real. She had never seen one, and neither had anyone in the pond. Most bugs thought dragons were just old moth stories, told in hush-tones to scare tiny beetle grubs at bedtime. But something deep inside Dazzle—something small but fierce—believed they existed. Somewhere out there, past the mountains and the meadows and the forests thick with ferns, there were dragons. And maybe… just maybe… one of them would look at her and say, “Ah, yes. You belong here.”
At night, when the pond grew still and the water lay flat as polished glass, the world seemed to pause. The wind whispered soft secrets through the reeds, the cattails swayed in slow rhythm, and frogs croaked their sleepy lullabies to the moon. Above, the stars scattered across the sky like sugar spilled from a silver spoon—twinkling, tumbling, endless.
It was Dazzle’s favorite time.
When the dragonflies curled their wings for sleep and the beetles snored from their shaded crevices, Dazzle would flutter alone to the tallest cattail, where the view stretched all the way to the Misty Mountains. There, high above the quiet world, she would perch in perfect stillness, wings aglow with starlight.
And she would dream.
In her dreams, she became something more.
She wasn’t just a dragonfly.
She was a dragonfly-sized dragon, her tiny body transformed with glistening sapphire scales, and her wings grown long and strong, glittering with the light of a thousand stars. When she opened her mouth, silver fire curled out, not to burn—but to warm, to protect, to light the darkness.
