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


30. Omens

The first morning of Autumn dawned bright and clear. For once, the temperature was neither to hot nor too cold, there was a cooling breeze that gently shuffled the warm air, and there were even a few flowers blooming in places around the kingdom. It was such a perfect morning in such an imperfect place.

Amoungst the few peasants out on the village streets, there were also many a scarlet-dressed guard, holding a lethal weapon in one hand and a strong leather sack in the other. It was Collection Day.

Not many people were aware that Oskar had ordered the taxes to double in size, and now the peasants were even worse-off than before. There were children begging in the streets, singing in scratchy but hopeful voices, and many an old man or woman slumpe in an alleyway, waiting for the end.

Pike dragged himslef out of bed, climbed the rickety ladder and started stoking the fire. Touching his face he realised that he was still covered in soot and dirt, and as he pulled his hand away he pulled a face.

Suddenly, he threw down the firewood and ran out of the house barefoot, towards the lake. He ran as fast as he could and prepared to dive into what he tohught would be clear water, but skidded to a halt on the side of the muddy bank. The water was a murky blackish-brown, and in places there was a thick foam.

"I would not swim in there if I were you, lad," said a voice behind him.

Pike whipped around, breathing heavily. An old fisherman stood before him, holding a stick with some string tie to it. His thinning hair was grey and straggly, his face was wrinkled and many of his teeth were missing.

"I don't understand," said Pike. "The water used to be so clean and pure - how could it just -"

"Omens," said the old man. "From the new King and his ways. His heart is cold and black, and this lake is the very reflection of his soul. The bad omens from his mind and thoughts are attacking the village as we speak."

"Omens?" It sounded like something Kytra would say. Where was Kytra?

"Yes, omens. They're the things killing the innocent people here. Omens are what come when the rightful ruler is not on the throne."

It occured to Pike that the old man might not be entirely sane.

Pike poked the water with his toe uncomfortably. There was a slight ripple, but no other movement.

"The fish," he said in horror.

"Dead," said the old man. "Just like we will be."

"What will we do for food?"

The old man shrugged. "There are always rocks."

Pike started to run back to his home, quickly picking up speed, but he stopped abruptly. There were three guards talking to his parents at the door. They turned to him.

"Pike," whispered his father. "We...we've no money left. I am out of a job."

Tears dripped down his mother's guaunt cheeks.

"What?" he whispered, shakily.

"We cannot live here anymore. And...and I am being locked up."



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