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


10. The Banquet (Part Two)

The Baron's party had taken a very unexpected twist.

Ocello had been leaning against the wall, listening (sort-of) to Violet, the Baron's daughter, talk about who she was surely to marry. Violet was not a bad person, but she was very, very self-absorbed.

"Father says he might take me abroad to find a husband, you know, like a foreign prince. Of course, we would have to get it checked over with his Majesty, because I'm not royalty."

"Mmm," said Ocello.

"Well," said Violet. "What are your future plans?"

Ocello realised she was going to have to speak and stood up straighter.

"I don't know," she said. "It is likely that I will be a servant for my brother when he becomes King."

"Oh," said Violet. There was a very awkward pause. Ocello was just about to leave when Violet spoke again.

"Your brother is so handsome," she sighed.

Ocello jumped. "What?"

Violet looked rather guilty. "I hope you don't mind that I like him, your Grace," she simpered.

Ocello laughed. "Not at all! I hate him,"

Violet looked shocked. "You...hate him? But he is your brother!"

"So?" Ocello shrugged. "There is no rule saying I have to like him. In fact, I think he's the most horrid, unloving, self-centered-"

Ocello was cut off in mid rant. Boom. The castle shook, and all the nobles were silenced, save for one small slave-boy, who flew to the window, the container of wine splashing out all over the floor.

He looked out, mouth agape. His eyes went as large as the crystal plates on the banquet table.

"DRAGON ATTACK!" He yelled, and just like that, everything fell apart.

The Baron and the King came running from a side room, and Lord Vermidiyus pushed screaming people out of the way until he came to the window. "Summon the archers!" he yelled. "Close the gates! We shall capture the beast!" With his eyes so bright and bulbous, his mouth just a slit in his face as he yelled, Ocello thought he looked quite demented.

She wasn't going to stick around for this. She had never seen a dragon attack before, but was positive that it wasn't going to be pretty. She had to get out of the stuffy banquet hall. She looked over at the huge wooden doors; guards were now hauling people out to get to safety. Ocello saw her father and brother leave, without checking she was there, without checking she was safe, without even looking back. Anger seethed up inside her like fire.

She ran to the window, which was merely a decorative arched hole in the wall, and climbed out onto the stone ledge. She was considering jumping when she realised that the dragon was flying head first towards the castle. As it soared towards her like a shooting star, time seemed to slow down. Ocello could hear someone screaming, and had a strange thought that is could be herself.

It was then that she heard the voice.

"...Ocello. Her name will be Ocello. Nothing more, nothing less. Ocello."

And as the dragon crashed through the stone wall, Ocello was thrown off the small ledge and into space. She began to fall.

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