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


17. The Chase

Pike walked in step with Fletch and Ocello, feeling slightly shocked. He couldn't believe that he had met the princess! And never in a million years would he have guessed he would be walking through the simple village streets with someone such as her.

Ocello had drawn the hood of her cloak over her head to keep her face hidden. Tendrils of her thick shiny hair trickled down and bounced as she walked.

When Fletch went off to the well to fill his waterskin, Pike asked Ocello,

"How did you get here?"

"What do you mean?" she replied. Though her face was shadowed by the hood, her blue eyes glowed like sapphires.

"To the village. Isn't the manor heavily guarded?"

Ocello sighed, grinning. "Most people assume that. There is only one guard, to tell the truth. His name is Theor, and most of the time he is asleep."

Pike smiled, and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "They said it was to be the coldest summer in our history," he said, "But it's suddenly baking. You must be roasting in that cloak," he added.

Ocello blew upwards to cool herself; the top of her hood rippled. "This is one of my brother's old cloaks. Every piece of his clothing is lined with animal fur. It's probably because he has such a frozen heart." she said darkly.

"Where is your brother?" Pike asked.

"Back at the manor, most likely eating himself sick, along with my father," said Ocello bitterly. "He didn't eat anything at the banquet."

There was a silence.

"Did Fletch catch you?" Pike suddenly blurted.

"What?" said Ocello, distracted. She had been looking wistfully over at a mother cradling her child by the well.

"Fletch said you fell," replied Pike, "And he caught you before you hit the ground."

"Oh," said Ocello. "Yes, he did. I fell from one of the windows in the banquet hall."

Pike's grey eyes widened.

"A window?" he asked, quizzically.

"I can't quite remember how I got there," Ocello shrugged. "I think in the panic - there were people everywhere - my thoughts were muddled and I couldn't think straight. And then, before that awful dragon went through the wall -"

She shivered slightly. Pike leaned forward.

"You won't believe me," she said, quietly. "But I heard a voice. It was inside my head,"

"A voi-?" Pike began to ask, but it was at that exact moment that Fletch returned.

"Quickly," he said, grabbing Pike and Ocello by the arms. "We have to move - now!"

Fletch started to run and although they were deeply confused, Pike and Ocello followed suit.

The three children wound through the carts and houses until they reached an abandoned stable. Fletch jumped over the door, and helped Ocello and Pike get over as well. They all crouched down in the mouldy hay, breathing heavily. Ocello took down her hood and shook out her long black hair.

"What - in the name of - dragon's fire - was that about?" Pike gasped.

"Guards," Fletch. "From the castle. They recognised me."

He held his head in his hands. "I told my father I wouldn't get caught...and now..."

Pike patted Fletch's back and said, "It's alright -"

"It's bloody well not." muttered Fletch, raising his head and peeping out of the stables. "Me and my father aren't supposed to leave the castle. He'll be hanging by his neck from a noose by the time`I get back - and I'll be next on the list."

"I won't let that happen," said Ocello firmly. "Now calm down." she looked over the rickety stable door. "They didn't even follow us."

Pike sighed. "You're going to have a job sneaking back, though. How many were there?"

Fletch thought for a moment. "About fifteen - maybe twenty."

"A good few, then. Your best bet is to go right around the village, not through it." said Ocello.

"Near the forest?" Fletch gulped.

Pike smiled. "I highly doubt you'll be attacked by a dragon in the light of day, Fletch."

How very wrong he was.




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