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


14. The Princess's Shock

Ocello had made a silent vow to never speak to her father again.

It had all started after she had let the boy, Fletch, escape. As he had scampered away, the two guards had turned on her.

"You are to come with us," spat the guard that she had bitten.

"Or else." growled the guard that she had kicked. The men picked up their silver weapons and dragged Ocello out of the crevice in the wall by the scruff of her neck. She had log since stopped resisting.

Between them, the guards had a fairly stronghold on Ocello. Each of them had a hand on her shoulders and their spears wer crosed in front of her. The people coming out of the shelters probably thought that the guards were protecting the princess, but Ocello knew that it was to stop her escaping.

They marched her all the way back to the gatehouse, where the golden carriage had been waiting. How that ugly vehicle had survived the attack was the least of Ocello's problems.

They shoved her inside and the horse had been whipped into motion. As she was alone in the carriage, she came to the assumption that her father nad brother must have gone bakc to the manor without her. Her only family could not have had the good grace to see if she was dead or alive. The fiery anger inside her threatened to burn again, but her tiredness put it out. The rocking of the carriage was quite lulling, and lying on the plush seat, Ocello fell into a deep slumber.


She awoke just as the carriage pulled into the courtyard of the manor house. Ocello brushed the dust and dirt from her crimson skirt and got out of the carriage.

The manor house was a beautiful building. It had fifty rooms in total, most of which were not currently in use, and ivy grew up the walls. The slight morning breeze gently ruffled the roses in the garden. Ophelia's roses.

Ocello knew almost nothing of her mother. Only that she had been queen, that she had died during Ocello's birth, and that she had planted and gazed upon these flowers.

The breeze became slightly faster, and one of the petals from the roses was pulled off. It swirled and danced in the air. Ocello held out the palm of her hand, and caught the petal. She stood there for a few moments, enjoying its softness.

And then, from the huge oak door, there came a shout.


It was Agatha.

Ocello dropped the petal and ran towards her. Agatha opened her arms and hugged her tightly. tears threatened to leak from Ocello's eyes as she reached safety and warmth again. Agatha was more like a mother than anone else she knew, but it wasn't quite the same. She was more like an extemely close relative; an auntie.

"You must be starving," Agatha said. "And-" She held Ocello by the shoulders and looked her up and down. "You're filthy! But then, those dragon shelters must have been filled with dirt. It's not like they've been in use recently."

Ocello held her tounge as Agatha led her inside. She did not see the need to explain that she hadn't been in the shelters with the other nobles, but hiding in a crevice with a peasant boy who had saved her life.


A few hours later, Ocello was washed, dried and re-dressed in a simple green dress with long sleeves. Although the temperature had risen considerably as the day went by, she couldn't stop shivering. Agatha noticed this, and placed a quilt about Ocello's shoulders, but still she shook.

"Why do I not stop shaking?" she asked through chattering teeth. "The fires are lit, I presume?"

"Of course," Agatha said. "You have been through a traumatizing experience; it is probably just the shock."

"But I was fine when I was with Fl - I mean, in the dragon shelters," Ocello replied.

"Well, some things take time to set in." Agatha said dismissively.

Ocello had a sudden thought.

"Where are my father and brother?" she asked quizzically.

"In the hall," Agatha sighed, "Eating. They have been doing so since they returned early this morning."

"They have not come to see if I was alright."

"Well - no, they haven't." Agatha replied, looking shifty.

"Why?" Ocello asked.

Agatha picked at a stray thread of cotton coming off her apron, and said -

"Do you want to hear the truth, Princess?"

"Yes," said Ocello stoutly. "And don't call me Princess, my name will do nicely." she added firmly.

"The truth is," Agatha began, "They have not asked after you, but-"

"My only family," Ocello interrupted, her face aghast, "Haven't asked after my well being, after a dragon attack, which is the first since my my mother died, during which I fell from a castle window-"

"You fell? WHAT-?" Agatha started, but again, Ocello spoke,

"Almost to my death, if Fletch hadn't caught me and protected me from harm." Ocello finished.

"Who's Fletch - you FELL - you weren't in the shelters -?" Agatha seemed unsure of which question to ask first. Ocello got to her feet.

"I'm going to the village," she said firmly.

"Why?" gasped Agatha.

"To thank the boy who saved my life." said Ocello, and she swept out of the room.


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