The Last Moon Dragon

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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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40. The First Moonstone

Kytra had been in the forest for a while now, and she had come to get used to the creepiness. She was now encased in her tent - the spiny tree branches had become so curled around the material that she worried she would rip it if she tried to force her way out.

The forest had an air of darkness and murk that never really left, even in the daylight. Through the small holes in her tent Kytra had seen dark shapes scuttling around the trees, snaking into the undergrowth. Once she had convinced herself she had even seen a pair of glowing eyes.

It was hard for her to think straight in this place. The thick air and the smell of the dead trees made it hard to breathe occasionally. Every night she fell asleep to the sound of the unknown forest creatures.

She often wondered how she was still alive. She was without water and food, and she spent her days either sleeping or looking into her crystals. So far there had been nothing.

She assumed the dragon attacks had stopped. Three sightings and two attacks to signal the death of King Osslor. Maybe that was the end of it.

Kytra tried to piece together what the Princess had told her such a while ago, but as the days dragged by, her memory of their meeting continued to deteriorate. By the night of the banquet, all she could remember was something about a voice.

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She woke suddenly. It was the time between night and day, where the sky is dim but glowing, and the stars can still be seen. Kytra was sleepy. The musty air clung around her like an old blanket, and she pulled herself up, rubbing her eyes. It must be just after midnight, but before dawn.

In the half-light, she saw a stone out on the wooden chest, and pulled herself up to put it back. She must have left it there yesterday.

It was a moonstone. She couldn't remember it. And she remembered all of her stones.

It glowed silvery-blue in the dimness. Kytra peered into it blearily. There were strange symbols engraved roughly into  its surface. She touched them curiously.

Why did she have a strange feeling she had seen these symbols before? The forest must be affecting her memory more than she thought. Suddenly, she started to panic. If this place was affecting her mind, she had to get out.

She pushed the moonstone into her dress pocket together with a handful of gemstones from the drawers. She shoved her cloak around her shoulders and prepared for her home to be ripped apart by thorns as she forced her way through the flap of the tent.

It only occurred to her that she may be caught if she went back into the village as she fell through the tough fabric, onto the hard and bumpy earth of the forest floor. She had only positioned her tent slightly inside the trees; enough to be safe and unseen, but still escape.

She pulled herself off the ground, turning away from the ragged purple mess of her tent, and looked through the trees, expecting to see even a slight view of the village.

There was none.

All Kytra could see were twisted dark trees. They were everywhere. She breathed heavily, her heart pumping. It was as if the forest had grown around her over the past few days, isolating her from the kingdom. The forest surrounded her, encasing her like a fly in a spiders web. She couldn't leave this place now, she would get lost.

Kytra looked at her tent. The front part of it was badly torn, but maybe she could fix it. Maybe she could try.

She listened to the sounds of the forest, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She heard a familiar trickling. A stream?

Not wanting to move from her tent, she picked a stone from the ground and threw it in the direction of the trickling. She heard a small splash and smiled slightly. There was water near. She wouldn't die of thirst.

She decided to wait until the morning to find it. At least it would be lighter and less scary. As Kytra could no longer sleep in her tent, she looked around for a decent tree. They were all twisted and looked very fragile. A few yards from where she stood, she saw what she thought to be an oak. It had a wide trunk, at least and was sure to be hollow.

Placing a hand in her pocket, she fished out some of the smaller gemstones, dropping them along the path as she swept towards the oak tree to mark her way back to her tent. They glittered in the faint moonlight.

As she reached the tree, she felt the moonstone bounce off her hip. Inside her pocket, the scratched markings shone silver.

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