Long ago there was a young boy who would play outside with a golden ball, he would spin it and toss it around. His laugh would fill the world with joy and happiness. One day when the winds blew from the south a mighty grey and black dragon appeared in the sky like a coming storm. He watched the young boy play with his golden ball, he smiled and moved in closer to see what this ball was. The boy looked up and saw the mighty dragon but was not afraid, he asked the mighty dragon "Will you play with me?" for no one else would play with him. The dragon looked down at the boy and nodded "Yes, I will play with you". His eyes still fixed on the golden ball in the boys arms, the little boy smiled and laughed again. Finally he had a friend and play mate, he looked at the ball and he tossed it to the dragon. The dragon watched the ball leave the boys hands, letting the ball bounce on his nose and back to the boy. The boy laughed and the two played for hours it seemed, He would smile and giggle as the dragon would hit the ball back to him. But the dragon said not, nor did anything but watch the golden ball move throw the air.



After a while the dragon began to grow board of the ideal play and thought of an evil plan, he smiled and moved out away from the boy slowly. The ball going farther away from the boy as the dragon made the distance greater between him. Now was the his chance, he moves his head to the side so the ball missed his nose. It bounced away from the boy and the dragon grabbed it before the boy could run after it, the mighty black and grey dragon took the ball and the massive dragon swallowed it. The bright glow of the ball showing throw the dragons chest, but slowly turning dark within his chest. The little boy watched his golden ball disappear into the dragons mouth as the sky turned to black, the world had grown still. The dragon rose up into the air and laughed at the little boy, for he had taken what he cherished most in his life. His voice harsh "Foolish boy, you cling to such things for your little life. Now it is mine, I give you the rains of sorrow and gloom" His laughter echoed as the dragon flew away and his shadow covering the once beautiful world. The Boy looked down and began to cry as the dragon touched the sky, the rains began to fall on the his little world, his tears hitting the ground. Soaking the earth below his feet. The joy and laughter of the world had but all vanished, the only thing left was a hurt little boy; crying in the rain.