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

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3. The Prophetess

Kytra knew that the boy hadn't understood her warning. She could only warn one person of an attack, and she had wasted it. She sighed deeply, and went back to her crystal ball, staring into the ever-changing center.

Staring into its depths, she saw bursts of flame overtaking rough grey stone. Sometimes her gift terrified her. Imagine knowing the fates of of others, and when exactly your family and friends would die. It was horrible - but she was stuck with it.

She brushed away these thoughts and pushed her waist length red hair over her shoulder impatiently. Kytra was a small girl of thirteen, with a thin frame and slightly pinched features, although she was very beautiful. She had emerald green eyes and rosebud lips.

Kytra had lived in her little tent ever since she had run away from her place of birth - and, she assumed, her parents, but after living alone for so long...she remembered only slightly more than nothing about whre she came from. At first, though the memory was extrodinarily blurred, she had wandered all across different kingdoms - but all of them seemed the same. She was only noticed when she wished to be - another one of her talents was to be practically invisible. I was quite strange that she could see the future but had almost no idea about her past.

Anyway - one year she had come across a forest. It was dark, it was twisted, but she had soon realised that there was no going around it. This was the forest that surounded her current home, Heriven.

She had gone through it, of course - but she knew she was lucky to be alive. For five years she had lived in Heriven; the longest she had ever stayed somewhere in her purple tent. The truth was that once you were inside Heriven, it was almost impossible to escape. She never wanted to go back into that forest ever again.

Kytra stood up and went to the wooden chest at the side of her velvet tent, which was filled with different jewels and charms and books - all of which were tools which she used to guide herself to what a vision might mean. She sorted through them until she came across an emerald the size of a small pebble, and perfectly smooth. She stroked it gently, closing her eyes as she did so. There was that feeling again - the one she always got before she had a vision. It was indescribable - a sort of tingly, fizzing, buzzing feeling that coursed through her blood like acid.

 She knew that most of the villagers called her a witch, but she didn't mind all that much. It was true that she knew some magic, but it was only ever used for good, obviously. She was much more than a witch, anyway. A phrophetess would have been a more accurate term.

The boy ("Pike" was his name, apparently) and his friend had been talking about the banquet that was to be held at sundown. Kytra scoffed at the thought.

"It would seem that all these nobles do is feast and party," she mused to herself. Her gaze dropped back to the crystal ball, where the slightly blurry image of a stone castle shone. "I wonder if an unexpected visitor shall make them see sense."

Reflected in the emerald, a dragon breathed out a jet of flame, and roared.

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