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


6. The Banquet (Part One)

The Baron, Lord Vermidiyus, looked out of the arrow slit window in annyonce. He was uncomfortable for three reasons: 1. The King wasn't here yet. 2. His outfit was too tight. 3. The King wasn't here yet. If the hall hadn't have been packed with people, he would have started pacing up and down. Instead he had to make do with tapping his foot in a strange, off-beat pattern.

Vermidiyus was a smallish man with a black yet greying moustache and goatee. His little fish-grey eyes looked beadily around at the guests, watching to see if any of them were looking at him. They weren't.

The banquet hall was filled with nobles dancing, talking, laughing. There were big arrangements of flowers sitting in ornate vases all around the hall (which made the grey stone walls slightly mor attractive), the long horseshoe banquet table was spread with perfect white linen, and gentle music was floating from a selection of musicians playing strange instruments.

The Baron's 50th birthday was to be the party of the century, Vermydius had decided a few months earlier. He had bought and hired the finest of everything, but the king arriving would be the climax...for the guests.

For Vermydius had something rather else on his mind for th king.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was his wife, Veronda. She was wearing the latest in dress designs and her hair was twisted uparound her head so that it resembled a snail's shell. Her face was round and lumpy.

"Entertain your guests. Some are getting suspicious, wondering where the King is." she muttered through thickly painted lips.

"Well then," replied the Baron. "Get more drink and get the musicians to play louder! We must only distract them for a little while longer. Look," he gestured to the window with a chubby hand.

Lady Veronda looked out, into the bailey of the castle with her dull eyes. A golden carriage, led by two white horses, was making its way into the bailey.

Lady Veronda sucked her teeth for a moment and then said loudly,

"Let us dance," and she pulled her husband amongst the crowds. The blood supply to his hand was completely cut off from his wife's firm grip.

Lord Vermidiyus steered his wife quickly around the dancefloor in a jerky waltz, not paying much attention to where he was putting his feet and glancing out of the nearest window every chance he got.

Suddenly, he noticed the carriage had stopped moving, and jumped away from Veronda. He hurried over to the musicians, who stopped playing. The guests looked around in confusion. The Baron straightened his scarlet hat and stood in front of the huge wooden doors, rubbing his hands with glee. Lady Veronda and their daughter, Violet, hurried into their positions next to him.

The doors creaked open slowly, and the King, the Prince, and the Princess entered the hall. All the guests, including the Baron and his family bowed deeply.

"Greetings, your Grace," said the Baron. "I am so very grateful you managed to come,"

King Osslor gave an abrupt nod and said, "Many happy returns on your day of birth; but there was no need to stop the music-" his speech became quieter as he leaned towards the Baron. "-I wish to have a small word with you about the taxes." The King clapped his hands in the direction of the musicians, who began to play. The crowds of nobles started to dance and the celebratory atmosphere returned once more.

"Ah," said the Baron, his hands twisting together nervously."Well - if your children would like to -" he gestured to the crowds.

Prince Oskar went forwards, and Princess Ocello seemd to follow suit, but in reality she was listening to every word that her father and the Baron said.

"Let us find a more private spot," said the King, under his breath.

"Of course," replied the Baron. "This way, sire."

As the King started to move forward, his scarlet cloak flowing out behind him, the Baron muttered something to his wife.

"Old fool. I'll get his throne if it's the last thing I ever do,"

Princess Ocello caught every word.




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