the march on badinoffton

Uther sat glumply on his favourite bench by the paper depository. He watched the younger dragons catching thermals, skiffing over the smoldering piles, and dropping their load of paper.

The boldest daring each other into the “no fly zone” with the arrogance of youth that assumes they and their families are immortal. Tales of dragon-head studded throne rooms were only told to keep dragonlets in line.

Uther sighed. As Wordsmith for Dragonia, the task for writing the protest songs fell to him. Anthems that would rouse dragons to march through the streets of Badinoffton, demanding the rights of their ancestors. Words so powerful that even people would see dragons as beings, not beasts. So far, he only had burnt drafts.

One dragon zoomed through his smoke circles as he make a head-slam for the depository. “From Badinoff’s bedroom,” he called to his friends as his talons let loose a cascade of books.

Uther doubted that Badinoff read books; these were probably tossed by the King’s Librarian to the paper heap at the back of the castle wall. Just as the books began to smolder, a bright gold and red leather bound volume seemed to be looking at him. Protest Songs for the People. Uther doubted that people had much to complain about, but he tucked the book under his arm, and trudged home.

Rather than writing protest songs, he spent the next few days reading about them. History of revolts, rebellions, revolutions, injustice, persecution and the anthems that stirred the people onward.

He was told of the committee meeting. Badinoff’s spies may be aware of the march date. “Uther, we need the songs tomorrow.”

Uther made a decision. If the words and music described in the book had stirred others, then perhaps he could be forgiven for borrowing a few.

So, at 9 pm, the dragons began gathered in Dragonia for their march on King Badinoff. The dragons in front carried banners “Badinoff isn’t goodinuff” and “Live free or fry.”

They marched as a family; mothers, brothers, sisters, uncles. The dragonlets sang:

Where have all the dragons gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the dragons gone?
Long time ago.
Gone to throne room walls everyone
When will HE ever learn, when will HE ever learn?

Their elders’ voices rang out:

How many times must people look up
Before they can see free dragons fly?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must people have
Before they can hear dragonlets cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till HE knows
That too many dragons have died?
The answer, our friends, is burnin’ in the wind
The answer is burnin’ in the wind.

Yes, ‘n’ how many years can dragons exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
And how many times can that MAN turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, our friends, is burnin’ in the wind
The answer is burnin’ in the wind.

 

To: BDYLAN
Subject: Protest Songs for the People

Dear BDYLAN:

We needed anthems for our Great March on Badinoffton, and your words and music had stirred so many, I borrowed some. Hope you do not mind too much.

People and dragons have more in common than I knew. We both need to peacefully fight for our rights.

Thank you,
Uther “Pen” Dragon

PS: The times they are a changin’

Written for MindloveMisery’s Menagerie’s fairy tale prompt: Solidarity

 

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7 thoughts on “the march on badinoffton

    • phylor February 4, 2015 / 4:06 am

      Thanks Donna — it was fun to write!

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  1. Jen February 1, 2015 / 9:21 pm

    The songwriter — “pen” dragon — oh, very nice :)

    And I love the song you’ve chosen – and the alterations too. Somehow I don’t think BDYLAN would be all that amused if it happened to him though — he (or his publisher?) have been *quite* jealous in guarding his music. Which makes me like this all the more! LOL

    Starts out beautifully too — I love the image of dragons riding thermals :)

    Awesome stuff — thanks for joining in the prompt! So glad Uther tapped you on the shoulder! :)

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    • phylor February 2, 2015 / 9:11 pm

      Thanks, Jen!
      Uther (and many of his friends) have a habit of not letting me slack off too often.

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  2. summerstommy2 February 1, 2015 / 5:28 pm

    I loved this, and yes the answer is ‘burnin’ in the wind’. Fabulous take on this prompt and you are right there must be a heap of protest songs to pick from, I imagine the dragons will create a following each year they march…..of course that means Badinoff has to survive or if not the dragons form a troupe to sing Christmas carols, now that would be a sight to behold. ‘Silent night, fiery night’…lol

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    • phylor February 1, 2015 / 11:37 pm

      They would be able to set the yule log aglow, and set off fireworks in one breath.

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