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


38. The Ancient Law (Part Two)

As the first dance of the evening came to an end, Baroness Veronda trotted swiftly over to her husband.

"Have you seen our daughter?"

"Not since the beginning of the dance, why?" replied Vermydius, suspiciously.

"She seems to have disappeared. I was going to ask if she would like to dance with his Majesty."

"I shall send someone to look for her. She will not have left the hall,"

"Well," said Veronda, uncertainly. "She was not very excited about this banquet, as I am sure you knew,"

"Nonsense, Violet loves to dance. Where on earth can she have gone?"

"Excuse me, your Lordship,"

Vermydius turned to face King Oskar. Although they were about the same height, Oskar's new title and clothing made the Baron feel smaller and less noble.

"Your Majesty," he squeaked, and then coughed.

"I seem to have lost my sister. She is supposed to be serving me, not running off with the other servants and whatnot. I demand you find her and bring her to me,"

"Of course, your Majesty," said the Baron, shakily.

"Very good. And, my Lord, if I may ask - my father used to talk so highly of your weaponry collection. I would very much like to see it."

"Very well, your Majesty. Just give me a moment and I will be right with you."

The Baron scuttled off to the main entrance, where four guards stood tall and wide, heads to attention, spears aloft in complete trained silence.

"You two, go and and find my daughter. She is missing. And you two, look for the King's slave. If you do not bring her back before the next dance, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again." spat the Baron.

Beads of sweat trickled down one of the guard's heads and he nodded and left with his accompaniment.

The Baron turned and walked swiftly back to the King.

"The weapons are this way," he said.

The Baron lead the King out of the hall, while Veronda looked hopelessly around for Violet. She hoped desperately that she wasn't in any kind of trouble.


Ocello couldn't believe it. Her heart was pumping so hard she feared it would burst.

She placed her hands on the lid of the chest and pushed. Violet helped her, and together, they lifted the heavy lid against the wall.

Inside the chest, softly illuminated by the flickering torchlight, was a huge scroll.

It was wrapped almost entirely in leather, save for the very ends of the parchment which were yellowed and dusty with age.

Ocello grinned shakily. They had found it. Now all she had to do was take it to Pike. She certainly wasn't going to read it without him. Her heart sank a little as she fully took in the size of it.

She turned to Violet desperately. "How am I going -?"

Her voice trailed off as she saw Violet's expression. She looked afraid - all the colour had run out of her face. Beads of sweat started to appear on her upper forehead.


"Somebody's coming," Violet said, hoarsley. "Listen!"

Ocello closed her mouth. The faint sounds of cluttering footsteps and angry voices was slowly growing louder.

"Castle guards?" Ocello mouthed.

Violet nodded, and then whispered, "Hide,"

Ocello looked into the chest, and made her decision. She pulled out the unwieldy scroll, wrapped both arms around it, and then ran behind one of the bookshelves.

She jumped as the door of the room flew open, bashing against the stone. The lid of the chest clanged shut.

Now they were trapped.

Ocello could hear the guards walk towards Violet.

"She's the Baron's daughter, 'ent she?" said one of them, gruffly.

"Yes," replied another.

"What're you doing down here, miss?"

"I was reading,"

Ocello peered through a tiny crack in the row of books, and breathed out. Violet had managed to position herself on a wooden chair, with the broken-spined book that Ocello had used to open the chest on her lap.

Violet truly was an amazing actress. She looked defiantly at the pack of guards that loomed over her, even raising her eyebrows.

"Reading?" spat one of the guards. "You're father wants you up at the banquet,"

"I know that," Violet replied, calmly. "I was just taking a small break. It is quite stuffy in that hall. Now, you had better listen to me -"

"No," interrupted a guard. He was the biggest and the ugliest, and stood at the front of the pack. "Your father sent us to get you, and so you're coming with us."

"You fail to remember your place," said Violet, her eyes flashing. "I am the nobility, and an adult. You are under my command if I so wish,"

"We are under your father's command, you little brat. Viketh, grab her,"

Violet dropped the book, her hands shaking. A guard stood on the left - Viketh - lunged at her, and grabbed her by the back of her dress.

"Loosen your grip," Violet choked, "I cannot breathe!"

"Maybe the lack of air will shut you up," growled the main guard. "Come on boys, we're going back up. Remember to lock the door,"

And in a clutter of armour and gruff, tired voices, they were gone, the door slamming and locking behind them. Violet had replaced the key around her neck when they had let themselves in. Ocello was utterly trapped.

She sat behind the shelf, arms around the scroll, shaking. What on earth was she going to do now?

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