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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49. The Reading of The Law (Part Two)

Pike, Ocello and Kytra stared in awe at the Law.

Swirls of what looked like ink had slowly started to spiral over the page, like they had been asleep and had just awoken (which of course, they had).

As the lines moved and danced over the long scroll, images started to form. There were battles - many riders on horseback wielding swords and spears, decked in shining but bloodied armour, their mouths open in silent battle cries. Ocello recognised her great-grandfather, Otheo. He looked a lot happier here than he did in the paintings in the manor-house.

There were images of the castle.

"Look," Ocello whispered.

The castle was there, it was true, but it didn't look anything like the old and twisted building they knew and didn't love. On the Law it was a place of majesty and honour, with shining stone and scarlet flags that weren't torn and limp but flew proudly in the breeze.

The village was there too - there were many houses and markets that Pike and Kytra weren't familiar with.

"This must have been what the kingdom must have been like when the Law was first written..." gasped Kytra.

Pike suddenly noticed something. "Look at all the tiny lines. They're odd...bumpy."

"That's because they're lines of words!" Kytra said, amazed. "These lines that make up the pictures are the actual Law itself. All the laws of Heriven!"

"No citizen shall go homeless through the village streets" Pike read the roof of one of the village houses, and he sniffed. "Well, it shows that nobody's looked at the Law in a while."

Ocello was focusing on the battle scenes. The writing that made up the soldiers was so tiny that she had to squint to read it.

"No soldier shall leave the wounded in the hands of the enemy" she read, wistfully.

Kytra gave a yelp of excitement. "Look!" she said.

She was pointing at the image of the castle.

"Only the Will of the previous ruler shall determine who takes Heriven's throne" she read.

"That's all very well, but my father did not leave a Will," said Ocello, disappointedly.

"But look," said Pike. "There's something else underneath it." he squinted at the tiny font.

"If no Will is presented, the ruler must be issued by the vote of the..."

Pike stopped reading. He went very quiet.

"What? Issued by what?" said Ocello.

She shuffled forward and looked for herself. "If no Will is presented, the ruler must be issued by the vote of the nearest...Moon Dragon,"

"What's a...Moon Dragon?" whispered Pike.

"I don't know. Supposedly some all-seeing beast." replied Ocello. They'd reached another dead-end.

Kytra was very quiet, fingering the stone in her pocket. Moon stone. Moon stone and Moon Dragon. It's not a coincidence! said a little voice in her head. Speak up! Help your friends!

But the voice was not in her head. She recognised it almost immediately. She whipped around to see the water dragon lying behind them, staring unblinkingly at Kytra.

Ocello and Pike both gasped, and backed away.

The water dragon snorted and spoke to Kytra (to Pike and Ocello the dragon was only grumbling and making odd noise).

Tell your friends not to be afraid. I can help you all - but first you must tell them the truth!

They won't believe me. replied Kytra, sadly.

Are you sure? You are speaking to me now, in front of them. Show them the stone. Show them I can help you.

"She's talking to the dragon." croaked Pike. "I thought she was joking about it."

The dragon snorted again.

Kytra turned to her friends. They were terrified.

"He says not to be afraid - he can help us!" said Kytra, desperately.

"Have you gone mad?! He'll eat us or burn us alive!" said Ocello, terrified.

Stupid girl. I only eat fish and my fire is cold. said the dragon, but of course only Kytra could hear him.

"Maybe this Moon Dragon is our only chance!" shouted Kytra. "And if he says he can help us, why don't we let him?"

Ocello couldn't win. "Alright," she whispered.

The dragon raised its head.

They are still afraid. You must show them I am safe, Kytra. said the dragon.

Kytra advanced towards him until they were face to face. Beast to human. Ally to ally.

She reached forward and stroked the dragon's head. He purred, almost cat-like. Kytra smiled.

"He's not scary, or dangerous," she said.

"What's his name?" asked Ocello, shakily. "If I'm going to trust him - I don't want to just call him dragon."

"Er..." What's your name? What would you like us to call you?

I have no name. The dragon replied. I had one before, but I've been alone for so long that I have forgotten.

What would you like to be called?

The dragon suddenly sprang up. Kytra, Pike and Ocello all jumped.

Someone is coming. said the dragon.

Kytra quickly translated and Ocello drew her dagger. Pikes eyes darted over the forest and he let out a yelp as a horse and its rider came tumbling through the trees. The dragon growled, a deep, rumbling sound.

The rider stopped his horse and cried out when he saw the dragon. He fell off his horse and hit the ground hard.

Pike yelped again.

"Fletch?!"

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