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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12. The Aftermath

Pike sat at his father's workbench, picking away at the rough wooden surface. He was extremely tired from watching the dragon attack the night before, and he had not slept. He was just contemplating falling asleep right where he was when -

BANG. The door of the dragon shelter flew open and whacked hard against the floor, sending up clouds of dust around Pike, who jumped at the harsh noise.

His father climbed forcefully out of the shelter and shouted,

"WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT FOR?!"

Pike winced, but stayed quiet. He had known his father to be like this before, and the best thing to do was to be silent and let him cool off from the rage.

"YOU...YOU FOOLISH BOY! THE WHOLE POINT OF STAYING IN THE DRAGON SHELTER IS TO PROTECT YOURSELF! AND THERE YOU ARE, RUNNING OUT, AND STANDING RIGHT IN THE PATH OF AN ALMIGHTY BEAST WHICH COULD KILL US ALL!"

Pike's mother's blonde head was suddenly visible. She clambered up out of the shelter and took her husband's shoulders from behind.

"Now, Harold." she said calmly. "I don't think you realise that it was Pike's first attack, he was bound to have been a little excitable-"

"EXCITABLE? HE KICKED US BOTH! SHOW HIM YOUR NECK!" yelled his father, breaking away from her.

Pike's mother sighed, and removed a thick strip of cloth from around her neck. Blossoming in painful shades of violet, green and black, were several bruises.

"SEE? SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

"Sorry," Pike whispered. The dragging feeling of guilt was running through his veins. He had hurt his own parents. But it had been so strange - at the time, when he pushed his way out of the shelter, it was as if something had taken over him. Not any old emotion, surely. It had been something that had grabbed his soul and refused to let go, like a fist, squeezing his senses until they lost all control.

He sat down on the workbench and held his head in his hands. What did it all mean? The sudden dragon attack, the sparks in the air, the control over his mind and body?

"Yes," breathed his father. "You deserve to feel this way,"

Pike was vaguely aware of his mother leading his father out of the door, into the fresh air. He wanted to get out of here. The stuffy atmosphere was far to much to bear.

Reluctant to go out of the front door, after his parents, Pike went out the back way, into the tiny patch of land his family owned. It was barely two meters square, but it was all Pike had in terms of privacy.

He lay down on the compressed, dry earth and looked into the sky. Although it was still early, the evil glare of the working sun was already making beads of sweat appear on Pike's forehead. He closed his eyes and wondered what to do. There was no way that his father would let him go out into town today - it would probably be work for him. Pike sighed and rolled over.

His mind was still buzzing with flashbacks and thoughts from the previous night, and he couldn't seem to shake them free. He remembered the time when he and Fletch had been very small, and throwing stones to see who's would go the farthest. Fletch's third stone had hit a wasp's nest, and they had both run. Fletch was faster than wind, but Pike lacked behind after hitting his ankle on a tree root. The wasps had swarmed around him, stinging and stinging. It had been agony.

When he had recovered, Pike had asked his father why the wasps had been so intent on chasing them. His father explained that by hitting their nest with a stone, the wasps had become infuriated and seeked out whoever had angered them.

Pike was like that. He always had to know things. Even if they were completely pointless. So, there he was, lying on the ground in a heat that was slowly but surely growing, his mind becoming more disorientated and confused by the second. Abruptly, he sat up. Something sharp had hit him in the side. He opend his eyes and stared around blearily.

Fletch was standing over him, grinning broadly.

"You won't believe who I've been acquainted with," he said exitedly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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