09/29/2026
An old Transylvanian legend tells of the Scholomance, a hidden school beneath a frozen lake where ten students studied the secrets of nature for seven years.
Nine were allowed to return.
The tenth stayed behind and was given golden reins to ride a massive, multi-headed storm dragon through the clouds.
That tenth student became the metaphor behind this poem.
I've spent a lot of my life learning things the hard way. I've known what it feels like to be separated from the world, to sit with your own choices, your own heartbreak, and your own darkness.
So I didn't see the tenth student as simply the one who was sacrificed.
I saw the one who stayed long enough to learn how to hold the reins.
And yesterday, while I was watering my grass beneath a blue Arizona sky, the clouds opened up almost at the exact moment the water hit the dirt.
Do I have weather powers? Probably not it's monsoon season 😆
But the image was too perfect to ignore.
So I wrote about the tenth student.
The one beneath the frozen light.
The one who stayed.
The one who learned the storm.
The one who came back holding golden reins. 🐉🌩️
-Bluesky 🌹
