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

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45. Pearls In The Pool

The next morning, Pike woke to the unfamiliar sounds of the forest. Birds tweeted. The wind rustled the dead branches, making them click together.

Ocello lay beside him, but she had turned away from him in her sleep, her cloak wrapped tightly around her.

Kytra was nowhere to be seen.

Pike rubbed his eyes and sat up. In the dim morning light, the forest looked much less ominous, though there was definitely still an air of creepiness. He got up and crawled out of the make-shift shelter. He looked around the clearing for Kytra. Pike knew that Ocello wouldn't read the Law without her, and he was starting to get twitchy about it. They couldn't afford to wait any longer.

"Kytra?"

He kept his voice low, not wanting to awaken any horrid creature that lurked outside of the clearing.

"I'm over here!" a light voice called.

Pike looked around, puzzled. A couple of tiny orange gemstones bounced through the trees onto a rock, catching his attention. He hurried over to find there was a small but steep path leading down through the trees. He looked back to the shelter, wondering whether to wake Ocello - but then turned back towards Kytra's voice.

"Come and look! But watch your step, it's slippery."

Pike shuffled down the path, holding onto the trees for support. He almost lost his grip in shock when he saw it.

Kytra was sitting on a high ledge of rock, looking down over a beautiful pool of crystalline water. She was leaning heavily over the edge.

"What are you doing?" hissed Pike.

Kytra just laughed. "Watch." she said.

She tossed something over the pool. It was a handful of tiny pearls. Just as they hit the surface, the water started to ripple. Pike held his breath.

Something flew out of the water, sending plumes of spray everywhere. It spread scaly wings, squealed delightedly, and a burst of white flame went up in the air, crackling like fireworks.

Pike could barely breathe.

"Water dragons," said Kytra, happily. "They like pearls. And look -" she gestured to the pool - the pearls jumped out of the waves and landed, clattering onto the rock ledge - "they always give them back."

"That...is..."

"Marvellous?"

"Completely and utterly dangerous! They're dragons, Kytra, not dolphins - if they get high enough they'd grab you right off that ledge! And what about the fire? You could be burned alive!"

"Nonsense," said Kytra. "Anyway, the fire isn't really...fire. It's just an illusion, to trick other dragons."

"How on earth do you know that to be true?" Pike asked.

"Because they told me,"

"...What?"

"They...told...me," said Kytra, more clearly, as if Pike wasn't near enough to her to hear what she had said.

"They...talk?" he whispered.

"Of course," Kytra said.

Pike wasn't one to be fooled. "You're joking, Kytra, I know it."

"I'm not!"

"Oh, give it a rest. Dragons don't talk."

"They DO! And - and I understand them! They understand me!" Kytra cried, disgruntled.

But Pike just shook his head, and smiled. "Come on. I don't think we should really be near them anymore. Let's go and wake Ocello."

"I'm staying." said Kytra, firmly. "I don't care if you don't believe me, Pike, you don't understand.

"If you don't come, we'll read it without you." Pike warned her. He was deadly serious, but Kytra understood.

"See if I care," Kytra said, turning away from him. But Pike was already climbing back into the clearing.

A deep growling came from the pool.

"Shhh," Kytra said, but she was smiling. "He'll hear you!" she said. But if Pike had stayed, he wouldn't have understood her. For she was speaking no language the he - nor Ocello - would recognise.

More growling and grumbling came from the lake. A blue snout, ringed with tendrils, poked through the rippling water, and snorted pure white smoke.

Kytra giggled.

A squeak sent the water rippling as the dragons head poked up. It had tiny ears and small eyes that were pure white - the beast was blind.

It moved up towards Kytra - bending its long neck towards the ledge of rock. Settling its head on the stone it squeaked again.

Kytra nodded and felt in the pockets of her dress. She pulled out a stone that she had found when her tent had ripped and she had slept in the hollow tree. She held it out in front of the dragon.

"Do you know what it is?" she asked in the strange tongue.

The dragon sniffed the stone and clicked it's long jaws. It grumbled something - something that was almost recognisable to human speech.

"Moonstone," it said.

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