Fantasy
Ni' Hao by Tiffany Wormack
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Until San Jose’ better known as Silicon Valley was flooded by rains and huge strong winds. Buildings were cracking and starting to lean as if they were about to tip over. Vehicles like chargers, camaros, and other employee fast cars that were freshly wrapped in expensive paint were starting to sink and become almost submerged in rainwater. When a young full of life business intern, an Asian girl named Ni’Hao was working in Silicon Valley at the time and could not cope with the bad weather. She lived through one psunami in her country and became frightened and did not want a repeat of bad experiences with natural disaster. Subsequently, she kneeled before the children’s Buddha to pray for their protection and then kneeled to pray to the Mahayana Buddha for a statewide protection against natural disaster in California. She was reluctant to pray because she recently prayed against the wildfires but periodically they kept coming. This time she prayed a special prayer with more specific requests for the protection of all Cali employees, students, and residents. To her dismay. Within a twinkle of an eye, then came the spiritual dragon, better known as (Shenlong). Shenlong was the ruler of the rains and winds. Ni’Hao had heard stories and fables from her continent of dragons roaming the earth but her wide eyes stretched wider and wider in disbelief as her mouth hung open as wide as the Grand Canyon. She was flabbergasted. Standing before her was a real giant and then all of a sudden appeared a second one called “The Earth Dragon” named (Dilong). Dilong controlled the waterways in San Jose. It had eyes like shiny jewels and razor sharp teeth with a huge iguana like tail.
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