I just finished reading A Dance with Dragons, the fifth book in the Game of Thrones series. Now I have to sit around and wait like everyone else to find out what happens to these poor, tortured people, but that’s beside the point. What the books got me thinking about, was dragons.
More specifically, all those things I thought were so cool as a kid and in my imagination, that might not be so awesome in real life. Number one among those being dragons. I mean, I read Anne McCaffrey’s Dragon Rider books growing up, and I totally wanted to be able to ride a dragon around the sky. In reality, though, there would be all kinds of difficulties – finding enough food for a school bus-sized carnivore, the fire damage to the neighborhood, and dragon poop.
I always wanted to be a mage, too, long before Harry Potter made every kid want to be a witch or a wizard. Being able to stop it from raining, or zapping fireballs at drivers who cut me off, would be so cool – unless everybody had magic, in which case the weather would get totally messed up, and everybody’s car would be a flaming wreck.
Moving objects with my mind like a Jedi could be pretty handy too, in theory, anyway. I’d never have to trudge back upstairs when I forgot my favorite pen, because I could just wave a hand and it would fly off the desk and into my fingers. But if there were Jedi there would be Sith, and battling evil constantly would really eat into my writing and reading time.