The Last Moon Dragon

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CAUTION: TWO YEAR OLD DRAFT VERSION. FULL OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND OTHER GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. "The kingdom of Heriven isn't exactly the best place to live. Ruled by a twisted King and a power-hungry Baron, the poor exist to serve the rich. Attacks from other kingdoms have finally ceased over hundreds of years, but only because of a bigger problem. Other places have infestations of lice and vermin, Heriven has dragons. Although there has not been a dragon sighted in the kingdom for over a decade, and the people are at ease, it won't be long before it all changes, and a legendary dragon shall make its reappearance...This was voted best Fantasy Movella 2012


57. A Final Farewell

Pike, Ocello, Kytra and Fletch were sitting facing the seemingly lifeless dragon - it looked like it was either sleeping or dead...either way, peaceful.

Ocello was still crying, although her sobs were quieter now. Pike still had his arms around her, and although his embrace calmed her it couldn't prevent the overwhelming shock.

"I've just realised," Fletch said, croakily. "The dragon has the Law under its claws, look..."

They looked up. Fletch went forward and prised the large scroll from the dragon's grip. It was not torn, not even muddy - "She protected it." said Fletch.

Sethlore and Kytra spoke silently to each other.

What now? Kytra said, sadly.

I do not know. I suppose we can wait for the dragon to wake, but it may be a long time. Sethlore replied. I am not familiar with their ways.

Kytra fiddled with the moonstone absent-mindedly, thinking hard. The stone was warm, but it had long since stopped glowing.

Then we wait, she said, and tossed the moonstone aside. It rolled over the uneven earth, further than Kytra had meant it to - and it landed at the dragon's snout. It's eyes opened and it grumbled deliriously.

Ocello looked up. All was quiet as they watched the beast awaken and blink it's dark eyes - the blue ones that matched Ocello's had faded. It lifted its head and touched the moonstone gently with the tip of its wing. It rolled over and the dragon sniffed at it.

Fletch stumbled backwards, and a twig snapped under his foot. The dragon looked up, as if only just noticing they were there. It spoke in a strange, grumbling voice, nothing like Ophelia's - perhaps nearer to the tones of an older, wiser woman.

"Ah." it said. "I recognise you."  it pointed a claw at Ocello. "The spirit that took my body told me about her child, and I suppose she found you before she left?"

All Ocello could do was nod.

"Well, I suppose I have no business here any longer. Although...there is something not right. Why aren't you up there?"

She lifted her wing.

"In Heriven?" Pike asked, bravely. "We had to leave. It's a long story."

"I mean the castle," the dragon replied. "I am unsure if you are aware of the ways of my kind, but I can assure you that the dark-haired girl is meant to be Queen."

Ocello gasped.

"Is it such a surprise?" the dragon chuckled. "You are the image of your mother, child. I sense that you are kind and gentle - your soul shines like this moonlight."

"But - my brother -"

"You are Queen, my dear. Your brother is irrelevant." The dragon bowed her head.

"I wish you would expl-"

"You are Queen. The dark-haired girl is Queen. I am old, child, forgive my repetition." the dragon's eyes widened slightly as they looked through the trees. "You must get to the castle. I do not think you have much time."


"You must get to the castle." astonishingly, the bright white scales started to wisp.

She's dying, said Sethlore, in horror, and Kytra translated. The white smoke started to surround the dragon, and Ocello reached forward but Pike and Fletch pulled her back forcefully.

"There isn't anything we can do," shouted Pike - the wind had started to pick up and it whistled through the trees loudly. "Stay back!"

The white smoke swirled upwards, running through the trees and covering the clearing, flowing through the air on the wind, and finally sinking into the earth. All that was left of the last moon dragon was a single white scale, and the moon stone.

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