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


7. Into The The Shelter

Pike watched the hill from his window long after the carriage had dissapeared up it. He was just wondering whether he should stay where he was until it returned, when he felt the first tremor.

Boom. The ground moved. Only for a split second, it was true, but it had still moved. Pike decided that he must be tired and was imagining things, and went back to cleaning his father's tools.

Boom. The ground moved again, and this time it was more obvious. The tools on the workbench clattered together, as if they were scared. His father, wearing a dirty work apron, sidled into the room.

"Did you feel that?" he asked. Pike nodded silently.

Boom. Again! The floor seemed to shake. Pike ran to the door and looked out. He saw nothing unusual, save for the few villagers that were still outside, who were looking slightly frightened.

Then, in the distance, came the unmistakeable sound of a roar. Pike's father stared at him with eyes sparkling with fear. "I know what that is," he said. "Quickly! Fetch your mother."

Pike had no choice but do as he was told. He had no idea what was happening, but it couldn't be good.

He hurried up the rickety ladder and shook his mother awake. Her brown eyes snapped open instantly.

"Wha-what is going on? Where is your father?" Another roar could be heard, and Pike's mother nearly jumped out of her skin. "Good Lord," she said, and took to the ladder so fast  Pike feared the wood might break.

Within seconds, Pike and his mother were standing in the workspace, while his father pulled the rough wooden table away from the wall, revealing a door in the floor. At least, that was what it looked like. Pike's father unhooked a rusty key from his belt and jammed it on the door's lock, twisting it frantically until the door flew open.

Pike was pushed down first, and landed in a small, dank room, really just a hole in the ground, with its earthy walls an uneven floor. His mother landed beside him, then his father, who was holding a candle and two pieces of wood. He set them down, and closed the door behind him, locking it firmly. For a few moments, it was pitch black, and then the small flare of the candle sent a weak beam of light upwards.

"Would somebody please tell me what is going on?" said Pike, almost angrily.

"A dragon attack. It has to be." blurted out his mother.

"A...d-dragon? Here, in Heriven? But you said they haven't attacked for-"

"Almost fifteen years." said his father. "We thought they were gone..." his voice tailed off.

Pike couldn't quite take it in.

"This is an attack shelter," continued his father. "In the old days, we used to hide down here, for our safety. Most of the shops have them."

"What about the village houses? What are those people going to do?" asked Pike. His father didn't reply.

A deafening roar erupted, making Pike's entire home shake, and lumps of earth fell from the roof of the attack shelter. The dragon must have been right overhead.

Fear makes people do crazy things sometimes. It can warp the part of your mind that holds sense. It was fear that sparked the zap of adrenaline that made Pike grab the key from his father's hand, and open the door. It was fear that made him kick and push until his parents let go of him. And it was fear that sent him flying out of the front door to look into the sky.

The dragon was bigger than anything Pike had ever seen. It's amber eyes flashed menacingly and its jaw contracted as bursts of blood-red flame exploded from it's mouth, lighting up the night sky like a terrifying firework display. Flapping its huge green wings at an amazing speed, it sped over the village.

It didn't take a genius to work out where the dragon was headed. Pike watched in horror, curiosity and confusement as the dragon flapped hard, wings beating furiously, towards the castle.


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