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


29. The New King of Heriven

It had been a month since Prince Oskar had become King of Heriven, and the happy air in the kingdom was quickly dissapearing.

The crowning of Oskar had been a loud and elaborate event. All the knobles - including the Baron and his family - had been present when the golden crown had been placed on his greasy head. A large banquet had taken place shortly afterwards, and by the end of the night nearly all of the wine in the cellars had been consumed.


Ocello was no longer a Princess.


She had been stripped of not only her title, but also her rich clothing and jewels. She still lived in the manor, but she no longer slept in a luxurious bed chamber - instead she had a tiny wooden room, and rough blankets on the floor to serve as a bed. She wore scrappy darned clothing like the rest of the servants, and she cleaned and cooked for her brother.

A couple of days after the crowning, when everything she knew had been taken, she decided then and there that it did not matter to her. She had hated being royal, after all - hadn't she? She no longer had to attend ridiculous parties and events, witness her 'elders' drinking and eating themselves silly, and she didn't have to wear uncomfortable outfits and her hair never had to be up ever again.


She told herself she didn't care as she ran down into the cellars of the manor, she told herself she didn't care as she threw herself into her room and locked the door, and she told herself she didn't care as she sank to the hard, unforgiving ground and wept.




Pike and Fletch's lives had gone from bad to worse. They were no longer treated as children in the workspace; now they were treated as men.


Pike worked alongside his father all day everyday, forging endless horseshoes and other things out of hot metal. He now had burns all over his hands and face that were sure to scar, and he was constantly covered in soot and ash from the fire. He hadn't spoken to Fletch or Ocello for weeks; and he missed them both sorely.


Fletch was no longer able to get out of the castle to visit Pike and the village. Since Oskar's crowning, the security had doubled around every last inch of the castle walls, and there had been orders set for a new portcullis to be fitted to the main gate.

All Fletch did now was look after the horses. The Baron had brought new jousting horses in as a 'crowning gift' for Oskar, as well as some for himslef. Zell, his old favourite, had been ill for a while - one of her legs was broken and Fletch feared that she would die soon. He worked with his father shoveling endless horse dung and dirtied hay, and the disgusting smell never left his clothes.


And as for Kytra, well, she had gone into hiding. Rumors of her mystical tent had somehow reached the castle again, and a search party of guards had scanned the entire kingdom looking for her. In fear, she had fled into the first part of the thick forest that lined the Kingdom of Heriven. She soon discovered that the forest was strangely alive, for after setting up her tent shakily, the spiny branches had curled right around it, their spikes piercing the purple velvet menacingly.

Kytra could still see the edge of the village through the trees, and she kept looking back to make sure it was still there. She had assumed she was safer in the forest, but after the first couple of nights she wasn't so sure.



Oskar himself, the new King, was overwhelmed by all the new things he now owned. He had been laden with gold and luxuries before, but his father had squirreled away more than he had ever dreamed of. As soon as he had returned to the manor after his crowning ceremony, he had ordered the guards to fully search the manor for every last jewel and coin that Osslor had left behind.

They still couldn't open the door to his father's bedchamber. Oskar assued that there must be something priceless hidden inside, and so was constantly plotting of how to reach it. There were no windows leading out or in, and there was one door. He had tried breaking in, obviously. There were swords and all kinds of weaponry hidden beneath the manor from his father's fighting days - however none of the blades or hammers or malices could penetrate the door.

Oskar had made plans for all kinds of new rules. After discovering all the new things he owned he only wished for more. He wanted all the gold he could get, all the most magnificent wines and foods had to be his - he thought he deserved them. he was King, after all. Even his sister had to bow down to him!


But deep, deep down in his twisted soul, Oskar knew no amount of ownership could fill the guilty, gaping hole in his heart.

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