I am not your magic wand. I will not come when you beckon for my flesh. I will not grant your every wish like a genie in a lamp, a slave to your waking whim. I am not chained in bonds of service. Nathan is a free elf. I have a sock, and another sock, and a whole freaking wardrobe for that matter. You do not own me. I am not your crystal ball telling you the right answers and giving you advice when you need it. I am less fragile than that. You can not look into my hazel windows and tell where I have been, the glass is tinted for a reason. My soul is a secret it does not wish to share. Churning and burning behind walls of skin and tingling with magic, sparking at my finger tips and snapping like fireworks off my tongue. I am not your dragon. Yes, I breath fire and cling to what I love, but right now that is not you. Right now, my scales offer protection from you. I am not your dragon. I am glimmering grace, shining surprise, fiery fury, and powerful persistence. You do not scare me. I will break any chain you try to trap me with. I am stronger than you have anticipated. I am not your weapon. I will not fight your battles, I will not be used. I am not your enemy, but I can be if you make me one.