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


26. Numbness

"The healer said his heart just seemed to have...stopped. There was no logical reason for his death."

"What about the boy? He was there when it happened!"

"He was not present when the King fell to the floor, but arrived soon after."

Ocello lay slumped against the stone wall of the manor, her blue dress splayed out over the grass. She was sitting under the main window of the dining room, almost exactly where her father had taken his last breath.

 It had been two days since her father had died. Her fingers and toes were numb despite the warm weather, and her mind was blank. She sat and listened to the Healer talking to Agatha about her father, and Ocello and Oskar's predicament.

Thank goodness Agatha had managed to keep a clear head. Ocello hadn't seen Oskar since she had arrived home, escorted by guards from near Kytra's tent. She told Pike and Fletch to leave her, and she would talk to them soon. They couldn't be seen with her anyway, let alone near a witch's tent. She didn't think too much about Oskar's state of mind - but she assumed it must be grieving, as he had just lost his role model.

Oddly, she hadn't yet shed a single tear over her father. Her head was filled with emptiness, and she was permanently cold. When she had arrived back at the Manor, Agatha asked no questions. She took Ocello straight to her bedchamber and left. Ocello was glad. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to Agatha about it.

She thought over why her father could have died; there were many possible reasons. His diet was atrocious, for one thing - meat, meat, wine, meat, and barely anything else. She was aware that he didn't sleep much.

Once, when she was very small, she had gone to her father's room for attention. She had had an awful nightmare. She sat outside the door and cried out loudly, knowing it would be locked. But as she pushed against it, it had fallen open. She had stopped crying and looked inside. Her father had been sitting at the large table by the window, bathed in light of the full moon.

It was reflected in his eyes and his mouth was agape. He looked completely mad. Ocello was so stunned that she slammed the door shut and ran back to her bedchamber. It had been the strangest thing she had ever seen.

There was only one other reason she could think of that could be the cause of her father's death - though it was by far the most unlikely. Murder of royalty was not strange in the history of Heriven, although it was fairly rare. Her grandfather, King Oaklore the Second, had been stabbed by his brother Orgon for want of the throne. Not soon after Orgon was drowned in his own bath water by Ocello's own father, Osslor.

But...if her father had been killed by another...who could it have been, and with what weapon? All rooms in the manor were closely guarded. No one could get in from the outside. The Baron?

Ocello remembered what he had said at the banquet. He was plotting to get the throne. But even the Baron couldn't get in without permission, and according to the guards, the only people in the manor had been the King, the Prince, and servants working around the manor. Prince Oskar hadn't even been present when Osslor was dead. It was very strange.

 "Well, everything is cleaned up. When should I arrange the royal funeral?"

"I am not sure. I don't think we will be needing one." Replied Agatha.

"Very well," said the Healer.

"I shall dispose of the body. Now, do you have any idea where the King may have kept his will? You remember that it should state who is next in line for the throne, and what should happen to his possesions, and so it is very important."

 "Of course it would," said Agatha. "But I'm not sure whe he would have kept it. Nobody expected..."

"Of course they did not," said the Healer. "Do you think the children know where it may be?"

"I doubt Ocello will. The King barely spoke to her, let alone tell her the contents of his will. Oskar might. I will send someone to ask him."

"Very well. Good day, Mistress Agatha." The Healer left.

Ocello watched him walk out of the Manor, followed by four guards and two assistants who were carrying something in a dirty shroud. Her father's body.

She turned away, and her eyes fell upon her mother's rose garden. Despite Heriven's odd and unpredictable weather, they were still alive. Were here parents together now?

She looked up at the sky. Pink clouds were forming high above, and beams of sunlight pushed through. They illuminated the dark forest ahead of her, making it green instead of black, and friendly instead of evil. But looks can be deceiving, just as Ocello knew.

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