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


15. Scales In The Lake

"I caught her! I saved her! She would have died if not for me!" Fletch gabbled exitedly.

He and Pike had been walking through the village, as he told the events of the previous night.

"But how did you catch her? Where did she fall from?" asked Pike interestedly.

Fletch stopped gabbling. "Er," he said. "I'm not sure. I just looked up, and - she was falling. It was insinct."

"Ah," said Pike, grinning. "So not pure bravery then. Not like the old tales, where the prince saves the maiden, fights the beast and they fall in love, happily ever after."

Fletch was finally quietened.

Pike felt as if he had gone a tiny bit too far. "Was she beautiful?" he asked quickly.

Fletched paused. "Very," he said, looking up at the sky. "Her eyes were presicely that shade of blue,"

They were both silent for a few minutes, until Fletch sarted talking again. "It is not like she'd ever love me though."

"Yes," Pike mused. "I don't suppose her father would be too happy if his daughter had expressed her love for a simple horseboy,"

"Who are you calling simple?" Fletch said, giving Pike a playful shove in the chest.

Pike laughed.

"I'm rather thirsty." he stated. "Let's go to the lake."

"Oh, alright then." said Fletch, rolling his eyes.


Heriven's only large water source was it's enormous lake. Fishermen hauled buckets of fish every evening and salted them, ready for the nest morning's market. Children played around the shallow edges, under no supervision. They had all been taught not to go to deep, for in the center of the lake, things were said to lurk. They ate a large portion of the fish and never once came to the surface.

Fletch and Pike went to the rickety wooden jetty and sat, the shallow wated brushing their feet. Fletch pulled a waterskin from his belt and filled it with lakewater. He passed it to Pike who drank thirstily. Peasants felt no need to purify the water, and even if they had, there was nothing to purify it with.

They stayed there for almost an hour, looking out across the lake, back through the houses. Pike noticed that there was a small girl playing by the lakeside. She was almost up to her neck in water, but was laughing audibly and something green and snake-like sprang around her.

Suddenly the girl fell backwards into the water, submerging herself, and the green scaled creature plummeted after her. She did not seem to come back up and Pike became slightly worried.

Then, he saw something bob to the surface. It was the wooden beaded necklace the girl had been wearing.

Without expaining to Fletch what he was doing, Pike jumped off the jetty, into the murky lakewater.

Holding his breath, her opened his eyes, expecting to see blackness, but instead, he saw the green creature, it was swimming away, looking rather bored.

Up close, there was no mistaking it. This was a baby dragon.

It had long wings and a flickering tail, but no legs. It's milky white eyes were quite large and it's purple tounge seemed to be tasting the water ahead of it. The dragon was blind.

Pike swam silently around it, and looked around the for the girl, his lungs already struggling. He ignored this and continued to search.

The girl's body was floating slowly downwards, her long blonde hair pushed around her, bubbles trailing from her mouth. Pike surged forward and caught her wrist. He pushed off a rock and soared to the surface.


Fletch dragged the little girl up onto the jetty, then held out a hand to Pike. Teeth chattering, he asked the girl if she was alright.

She nodded fearfully, and touched a hand to her neck.

"My necklace!" she cried. "It's gone!"

Pike looked out across the lake, then back at the girl. "Sorry," he said. "You won't be getting that back."

The girl started to cry, and someone handed her a scrap of lace.

"Here," said a disembodied voice. Pike and Fletch looked up at the stranger.

It was Princess Ocello.

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