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


13. Bloodied Jewels

Kytra's legs felt weak. Her knees knocked together, and her head span. She was being overtaken by a type of vision she had never experienced before. She fell to the floor, her drop fortunately cushioned by he many blankets and pillows.

Vibrant hair splayed around her, and with her emerald eyes shut tight, she looked like some sort of goddess. Her pale skin glowed, and she felt truly...there was no other way to describe it...magical.

She breathed deeply, and the vision overtook her.

The stench of recent death hung in the air. Wisps of selfishness and glee floated through the atmosphere like dank smoke. Two dark figures could be seen. One was on the floor, and did not move. The other stood proud and tall, and laughed maliciously as something was placed on his head by disembodied hands.


Kytra's fist clenched as she awoke. Her limbs were stiff and her spine seemed to have contracted. She stretched, and winced. She turned her attention to her fist. There, dotted with her own blood, was a rougly-cut sapphire. Kytra dropped it as if it was red-hot, gawping at the scratches on her hand.



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