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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35. The Celebration of Brown and Gold (Part Two of Three)

Fletch looked through his window and gave a sigh. King Oskar's carriage had just trundled under the portcullis - the workers and people of the bailey were being pushed almost to the stone walls to allow the procession to come through. Guards wielding spears even larger than usual stood to attention, in two long rows which lead directly from the gatehouse to the main door.

The carriage looked exactly the same as it had on the night of the first dragon attack - wooden and decorated with gold and jewels, lead by two pure white horses. They looked tired and underfed - their coats were dull and their manes limp.

There were no cheers as the carriage passed through, however nor was it silent - the villagers whispered and stopped working to look with scared stares.

It occurred  to Fletch  that maybe they were worried that a dragon attack would take place again - there hadn't been a banquet since then, anyway. Fletch slumped against the rough frame and breathed out. The sun was beginning to set and he was tired - however he was just on a break. He went down and out of the door to the stables to finish his work just as the carriage trundled past. Through the row of guards he saw it glitter in the dim light - but instead of the shadow of the King - he saw a smaller one, which was slightly slumped against the side.

Intrigued, he dropped his spade and pushed through the thickening throng of people, trying to get as near to the row of guards as he could get.

When the carriage finally stopped at the main door, a group of guards came forward and unbolted the doors, untied the horses and helped the people inside out of the carriage.

He saw a glimpse of King Oskar, dressed appropriately in a deep brown cloak trimmed with golden fur - and then he saw somebody else. Someone who he thought he would never see again.

Before he could stop himself, he called out,

"OCELLO!"

She looked up at him with her blue eyes just as the door opened and she was forced inside.

Fletch was pushed roughly into the stone wall by a burly guard. He was holding the reins of the two white horses.

"You're the stable boy," he said, gruffly. "Take 'em and don't let 'em out of your sight. Straight to the stables."

Fletch nodded and took the reins of the horses. Guiding them numbly back to the stables, all he could think of was Ocello. She had been wearing a ragged dress and her crown was gone. She must have lost her princess status when Oskar became King!

And...she must be...a servant now. For her brother. Fletch couldn't imagine how that must feel.

He opened the latches on two of the stable doors and led the horses inside, securing them tightly and bolting them. He was just about to go back outside when he realised they were still wearing their uncomfortable golden headdresses - he rushed back to them and pulled them off, rubbing their tired heads with his hands. They relaxed and sank gratefully to the hay-ridden ground. Fletch could see all the bones through their greyish coats.

Ocello. He had honestly thought that he would never see her again...here she was...but it could not be a worse situation.

***

King Oskar swept through the entrance hall, guards on either side of him. Ocello was pushed roughly along beside him. She stared up around at the tapestries hanging on the stone walls. Once upon a time, she had thought that they were magnificent - imagery so beautifully embroidered, famous scenes from Heriven's history - battle scenes, the crowning of her father all those years ago, but now...she hated them. How much work had been put into these? And for how much payment?

At the end, near the huge oak doors into the banquet hall, there were two missing spaces. She knew one of them at least was meant for a tapestry - the stone was brighter for a while, and then turned back to the darkest of greys. What had been hanging there...and why was it missing?

The Kings procession stopped moving. From inside the banquet hall, Ocello heard the familiar sound of trumpets. Then the doors were opened, and she finally could lay eyes on the Baron, his wife, his daughter, and all of the nobility.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, his Majesty, King Oskar of Heriven!"

It felt very, very strange seeing them bow and knowing it was not to herself - it gave her a different viewpoint on it.

Ocello suddenly realised that every single noble in the hall - including the Baron and his family - had a servant, or slave might have a more accurate term, right by their side. After taking in the presence of their new ruler, most of their eyes turned to Ocello. She eyed them with a blank expression, but there was so much she wanted to say - I'm sorry, at least...

 

"Ah! Your Majesty! So absolutely wonderful that you made it." gushed the Baron, bowing deeply.

"Well, this is one of the best events of the year, and I felt it would be quite rude if I did not attend," replied Oskar. His voice seemed deeper and more mature - Ocello hadn't really had him say more than two words to her in the past.

"And I see you are at the height of fashion, as always, Sire," said the Baron. His voice was both appreciative and disappointed.

Ocello turned red in outrage as the Baron gestured to her. She wanted nothing more than to fly forward - just a few meters - and throttle him. A few months ago, he would have been bowing to her as well as her brother! It was as if she had never really been Princess at all...maybe...maybe she hadn't...

 

The Barons daughter, Violet, looked upon her, however, with a look that resembled how Ocello felt.

Violet mouthed Ocello's name, questionably.

Ocello nodded slightly, then looked down at the stone floor.

"Well, my good Sir, do come in and join us," said the Baron. "I must tell you my opinion of your new Laws - quite brilliant, I must say..."

Oskar nodded and then said vaguely to Ocello, "Fetch me some wine,"

She spluttered slightly, but caught herself.

The guard on her right pushed her into the hall. She looked around, hopelessly - suddenly, she saw some other servants streaming blood-coloured wine from a barrel into glasses near the back of the hall, in an alcove. She walked through the laughing nobles towards them, and took a glass from the wooden board. She was about to return furiously to her brother when she noticed something. Slightly hidden behind the barrel, there was a doorway, which lead right down and out of the hall.

Ocello knew that when looking for a hidden scroll in the kingdom of Heriven, deep under the ground was a always good place to start.

 

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