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


36. The Celebration of Brown and Gold (Part Three of Three)

Ocello was unsure of what to do. It would look very suspicious if she suddenly disappeared - and she hadn't given her brother the wine yet. Leaving the alcove and the hidden door, she went back through the guests, looking for a sign of Oskar or Vermydius.

 A hand tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She spun around, almost dropping the goblet of wine in surprise.

Violet was standing there.

Ocello thought that Violet looked different - she had dark circles under her eyes like Pike, but instead of getting thinner she had put on weight slightly. She was wearing a mahogany coloured dress with a sweeping train edged with real gold. Her hair was pulled back into tight plaited buns. She looked nice, but very uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty -" she whispered.

"It is just Ocello, now, my lady," said Ocello, with a dull tone.

"My lady? Since when have you addressed me like that?"

"It would look awfully rude if I did not. I am a servant now. For my brother."

Violet looked shocked. She must have realised that Ocello was no longer a Princess, but the idea of being a servant must have really got to her.

"You may call me Violet, just as you did before." said Violet, firmly.

Ocello nodded, and her heart lifted slightly. At least Violet was still sane.

"Have you seen his Majesty?" Asked Ocello.

"He went for a private talk with my father about the new laws of the Kingdom. The will not return until the feast starts - that is what my mother says."

Ocello caught another servant carrying a board of goblets by the shoulder as he passed, and placed the wine back onto the wood.

She was about to go back to the door when she had an idea.

"Violet. Do you think my brother should be King?"

Violet looked uncomfortable.

"I heard my mother and father talking a few nights ago. Is it true that King Osslor's Will has yet to be found?"

Ocello nodded.

"Then he should not be on the Throne - it is not right. And, also -"

"Yes?" said Ocello, interestedly. She had not expected any more.

"I have heard rumours from the people of the bailey. They say the Kingdom is dying...maybe...your brother's crowing is the cause of it."

Violet's last words lifted Ocello's courage immensely. She moved closer to Violet and said quietly,

"If I said I may be able to find out who is the true ruler, and in turn heal the Kingdom...would you help me?"

"Of course, Ocello," replied Violet. "But can you? My father said the Will of Osslor was the only way-"

"There may be another. A much less simple way, it is true, but there may be another."

Violet's grey eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Tell me! Tell me at once!"

"Well...I need to you help me find something. I think it is hidden under the castle. Do you know your way around the cellars?" Ocello said uncertainly.

"What is it you are looking for?"

"...The Old Law," Ocello whispered. Violet's eyes widened.

"You will not find that in any cellar," she said with a slight laugh. "It is kept in a locked room with all the old books."

"Locked?" said Ocello, disappointedly.

Violet smiled, and pulled out her necklace from under her high dress neckline. Golden beads hung on a strip of leather, and at the base, there was a small copper key.


"This is the only key to the room. I read the books there - most people have forgotten it even exists. All the books and scrolls they need are kept up here."

Ocello grinned.

Suddenly, the musicians started to play a little faster, and louder.

Violet looked up, hiding the key back in her dress.

The nobles started to join together in couples and take their places to dance. Violet grabbed Ocello's hand.

"Quickly, now! Follow my lead! We can go while they are distracted!"


When they reached the opposite side of the banquet hall, Violet ducked into another alcove in the wall, pulling Ocello with her.

It was smaller than the one that had contained the barrels of wine, and the door, although this time in plain view, looked a lot harder to open. There was no keyhole - nor was there a handle of any kind.

"There was a door behind the wine, over there - where does that lead to?"

"Oh," Violet said, that's just a storage space for the jewelled goblets and such. It's not meant to be in full view in case people decide to try and see what lies inside." She tapped her hair and a metal pin fell out, tinkling against the stone floor. Violet scooped it up again.

"Well then...why is this one so visible?"

"It doesn't have a handle or large lock, so I do not suppose thieving nobles take much interest in it." Violet shrugged.

"Violet, what are you doing?"

She was knelt on the stone floor, fiddling about with her hair pin.

"I am in the process - of unlocking - this wretched - door!"

With a tiny click, the door swung open. The passageway was pitch black, but Ocello could just about see the outline of the first stair.

"Follow me - slowly," whispered Violet. "And close the door behind you. It locks by itself."

Violet pushed her hand against the walls for balance, and started to go down the stairs in the darkness, holding her train up awkwardly.

Ocello followed her nervously. As she pulled on the door, she noticed a tiny hole near the edge of it. The hairpin was sticking of it. Ocello hurriedly pulled in out and stowed it in her pocket. She didn't want anybody to find them.

After a couple of steps, the floor evened out and it became slightly lighter. It was cold and dank in the passageway. Violet kept talking to Ocello, telling her they would reach another door soon, and it would get lighter, but it wasn't the dark Ocello was scared of.

The width of the passage was about the same as the cellars back at the manor - however they were made of wood and were much warmer. Suddenly, Ocello wished she was back at the manor with Agatha, even if she had to be working. Why had she let Pike convince her that looking at the Ancient Law would get them anywhere?

She was just about to speak up to Violet, telling her that she thought they should go back, when she felt Violet stop in front of her. Ocello made out the outline of an arched wooden door.

"Here it is," said Violet excitedly. She pulled the key from her necklace and fiddled for a few moments.

The click of the lock was a lot more audible, and Ocello breathed out as the door swung slowly, creakily, open.





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