The Last Moon Dragon

PSA to idiots on the internet who think it's ok to plagiarise, this story has already been reposted once by a user on wattpad and I (OP / author) reported them immediately. Don't copy and paste other people's stuff. It's against the law. Think of your own idea before stealing an 11 year old's.

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


9. Awed By The Fire

Fletch was frozen. Or at least, he felt as if he was. The dragon loomed menacingly overhead, sending out great jets of fire at random. It was mayhem all over the castle. Archers continually shot arrows at the beast, but its armour-like scales were too strong, and around and around it flew.

Panicking people kept pushing past him in attempts to make it to saftey, but Fletch stared skywards at the monster. He had never seen anthing so deadly, yet beautiful at the same time.

Someone grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He struggled and looked over his shoulder. It was his father, holding two horses by the reins.

"What're you doing, standing there like a mound of horse dung? Quickly! Down here!"

He dropped Fletch and started to move along with a thick stream of people, who seemed to be walking straight into the ground. The dragon shelters. Fletch didn't want to sit in the dark and wait for the adrenaline-filled terror to pass. He wanted to see everything that happened.

So, as his father dissapeared into the shelter, taking the horses with him, Fletch ran past abandoned buildings and carts until he reached the huge stone wall. He could just see the guards running about on the top, but they would never spot him. He pushed his back against the wall, the harsh cold texture pressing through his thin tunic, and onto his skin, causing waves of goosebumps to erupt. He din't notice them. Fletch looked up and could have stayed looking, had the dragon not crashed straight into the banquet hall head first. As great stone lumps of all sizes began to rain down, Fletch said, almost inaudibly,



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