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


23. The Girl In The Tent (Part One)

Fletch, Pike and Ocello all paused. Fletch was considering running far, far away. There WAS someone in the tent, after all - though they were nothing like Fletch had been expecting.

The girl stood patiently at the open flap, the small breeze making her long red hair swing. Her eyes were big and green, like the olives his father bought occasionally as a treat. She wore a dark dress - the colour of the midnight sumer sky. She had small mouth which was locked in a sort of half-smile, as though she wasn't particularly sure why she was doing this. Fletch almost missed the scratches on the palm of her left hand - it clenched into a fist when she saw him looking.

Ocello was the first to speak.

"If it's alright - we'd - we'd just like to - ask you a few questions..."

"Of course," the girl nodded. "Anything for your Majesty, and her noble friends."

Ocello's eyes widened. "How did you know...?"

"Oh, I could tell," said the girl serenely. Ocello looked at the floor, pulling her hood slightly higher over her head.

"My name is Kytra," said the girl. "Might I ask you of yours, before you come in?"

Ocello nodded. "I'm Ocello, and this is Fletch and Pike." She gestured to them in turn.

Kytra smile went less tight. "I suppose you'd better come in, then."

And as she lead them into the purple velvet, Fletch took one look back.

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