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


56. The Fall of Two

It was surprisingly easy for Violet to follow her father out of the castle.

He had travelled on horseback out of the drawbridge, a half-ring of guards behind him. All she had to do was keep the arrangement symmetrical by following the guard at the back, disguising herself in a cloak, and attaching a sword and scabbard to her belt. The Baron was wearing full armour, and it clanked loudly. In one hand, he held the reins of his horse, and in the other, a flaming torch that lit the way down the hill. The horses started to canter as the slope evened out, and they turned sharply down the track that lead to the manor.

The Baron was going to fight Oskar for the throne. Or rather, murder him and then say it was an accident. This was the night that Violet was going to kill her father.

She had no doubt that he would manage to defeat Oskar - kill him, maybe - it was more likely he would seriously wound him and then leave him for death. The Baron may have been overweight and gone in the head, but he could still use a sword efficiently, as the murder of Violet's mother had shown. She suddenly felt tears spring to her eyes, but blinked them away. She could mourn once this last deed was done. Violet managed to stay calm by remembering that she was avenging her mother with the death of the man who was supposed to be her role model.

The horses pace turned to a slow trot. Violet was riding a steed that she did not know the name of - the only horse she'd ever known by name was Zell, and she had been no-where to be seen, which had annoyed Violet slightly. How delicious it would have been if she could have rode her father's favourite steed before she sank a blade through his heart.

Soon, they reached the manor. Nobody said a word, and even the Baron himself was silent. Violet was under the impression that the guards had been ordered not to speak. The whole place was eerily silent, and the only light was in one of the top windows, where there was a very dim blue glow that was flickering. A scented candle, or a crystal lamp, perhaps.

The Baron dismounted his horse and faced the Manor. Then her turned to Violet and the guards.

"You will cover me. If trouble arises - and I highly doubt it will - you will come and help. If trouble does not arise, the life of the King is mine and mine alone to take. Is that understood?"

There was a silence.


He unsheathed his sword, and stabbed at the air. The blade was thick, blunt and stained. The Baron laughed to himself, and made his way to the door. It only took him a few seconds to get it open - it did not take force, for they all heard the key click in the lock.

Once he was inside, Violet jumped elegantly off her horse, her lack of armour causing her to make almost no noise as she hit the floor.

"What are you doing? He asked us to stay here." one of the guards said, gruffly.

"Gentlemen," Violet said, removing her hood and letting her hair fall free. "What would you not give to see the fall of both Oskar and my mad father?"

"Violet! What in God's name do you think you're doing-?!"

"Killing the man who deprived me of a normal life. And you can't stop me, for if you move my father will know."

"That is true."

"And I'm sure you'd rather I risked my life than yours. I have nothing else to lose. He will not hear me - I have trained myself for this day, you understand. I will make sure both he and Oskar fall - and if trouble arises for me, you will stand and watch. Understood?"


"Good." she hissed, and with that, she crept through the door after he father.

It wasn't long until she found him, sword at the ready, going down a passage to what seemed to be the cellar. She could already smell the stomach-churning stench of alcohol from the top of the staircase. Violet could hear his incessant, delirious mutterings echoing over the stone, and she shivered - and then readied herself. She couldn't go back now.

Surprisingly, the death of Oskar was quick, though brutal. Vermydius had reached the unconscious Oskar, seen his condition, smirked, re-sheathed his sword and taken out a dagger  instead. The sound of the young King's shriek made Violet wince, and she turned to face the wall. She pulled her hood back over her head and jumped into the cellar in absolute silence. The Baron was muttering to himself in the corner, running his hands over the barrels of wine greedily. Violet saw Oskar's fresh corpse in the candlelight and put her hand to her mouth.

His face was twisted in agony, and blood dripped through his hair and was running down his back from the stab wound in his neck. Her father hadn't even bothered to remove the dagger. Despite the hate she had developed for Oskar, Violet couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for him. It had not been fair for the Baron to kill him this way - but there was nothing she could do.

Violet moved further into the cellar, her heartbeat quickening. Her father suddenly whipped around and saw her -she gasped - and hem instead of looking angry or even surprised, was frozen.

Violet knew that her time was precious.

"I have come to take your life as you have to so many others." she said, trying not to let her voice tremble. The Baron only drew his sword.

"I suppose you are only another that wishes for the throne. We are equals, shadow, and so I will fight you."

He didn't recognise her in the slightest. Perhaps it was better that way, Violet thought bitterly. She drew her sword.

"An impressive blade," the Baron said. "I have one very simi-"

She pounced, and sank the blade into his arm. He yelped, shocked, and she stabbed again and again until his blood started to ooze. His face was frightened but she did not look. She sank the sword into his chest and pushed him to the floor. His body went limp. Withdrawing the dirtied blade she pushed back her hood, tears streaming from her eyes. His eyes widened as he saw her face.


"I am sorry, father." and she dug the blade into his chest for the final time. His face was frozen, but the tears still trickled, mixing with the blood on his face.

Suddenly, the door flew open with a bang. Two manor guards and a stout woman who Violet did not recognise walked in. They all shrieked when they saw the bodies and the blood on the floor, and could only back away when Violet turned to face them.

"Do not be afraid," she said, between sobs. "I have only come to free you, and I have succeeded."


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