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


48. The Search (Part Two)

The small pack of manor-house guards, under Agatha's instructions, were still secretly searching for Ocello.

Once, deep in a fit of worry and despair, Agatha had gone to King Oskar, begging for him to send out a search party (she of course kept it secret that she had already sent one out).

The King, without further thought, just replied, "If she is gone, she is gone. There was no use for her here anyway, maid. It is her stupid fault if she has gone running into the wilderness, I need my guards to serve me, not to go and search for my idiot sister."

"But, your Majesty, I fear she may have gone into the forest-"

"Well then, that just proves her stupidity! Come to your senses, servant, she is probably hiding in the village, considering her sudden absence an act of rebellion! And if she is smart, she will stay there." he snarled. "She was always a burden in this manor-house, and to this kingdom!"

Tears streamed down Agatha's face, and she screamed at the King in her mind, cursing him, calling him an evil brute who didn't deserve kind, brave and thoughtful Ocello as his sister. She cried at him in silence as two guards pulled her out of the small throne-room, calling him a stupid, cowardly and beastly ruler.

If she had said any one of these things aloud, she would have been executed almost on the spot.

When the guards came back sweat and tired from another day of fruitless searching, Agatha fell to the floor in a defeated heap.


Fletch was slowly turning to madness. Twice he had tried to dig his way out, only to be pulled back inside by his father.

Almost every minute that passed he asked himself - why hadn't he run out, in  the confusion of the last banquet? He had to do something soon, or he may start screaming and never stop.

If there was one good thing in all of this horror and misery, it was that Zell's health seemed to be improving. Fletch fed her apples that his father bought, making sure she got the best, juiciest ones. She would wait in her stall everyday for him to come and whisper to her, and though she could not understand, his tone was comforting.

And deep in the forest, just as the parchment came alive, something amazing happened.

Fire was the one thing (aside from dragon attacks) that could cause confusion and panic in the castle. Just as Fletch closed Zell's stall for the evening, a guard carrying a torch tripped and the flaming torch flew and landed on a large wooden cart. The cart caught alight immediately, and fell to the grass, which started to flicker. The deadened plants burned as easily as wood.

People abandoned their work and ran towards the drawbridge, which was closing. The fire spread almost meters every second.

"Fools!" yelled the arches who walked the top of the castle walls. They were yelling at the guards who were closing the drawbridge. "Fools! Keep it open, or do you want to burn alive?!"

"We are under orders!" yelled the biggest guard. "No-one must escape!"

"Then they shall all perish!" shouted the archers, and fired arrows at the guards controlling the gate.

The guards yelled out in pain and dropped the controls, falling to the ground, dead and cold as stone. The arrows had found their targets easily, and the drawbridge fell open with an echoing bang. The archers climbed from the walls and ran across the drawbridge. They, at least, were free!

Fletch seemed frozen, still holding Zell's stall. He could see everything through the small doorway. Suddenly, something in his brain clicked as he saw the archer's escape through the wall.. He opened Zell's stall and lead her out carefully. There was not time for reins or a saddle, so he jumped straight on her back as she started to run.

Zell neighed at the darkening sky. Fletch looked behind him and shouted, urging her to go faster. The Baron and his men were almost directly behind him! Even in the halflight, the Baron could recognise his favourite horse.

"Thief! Thief! Catch him, you half-wits! He's got my horse! My Zell! CATCH HIM!!"

But Zell was faster than the Baron's powerful but broad horse. Her skinny underfed frame let her turn easily, and as she jumped over a pile of flaming barrels, Fletch cried out in delight, hanging on with both arms around the horse's neck.

The drawbridge was still down, and Zell ran out, leaping onto the ground outside the castle and cantering downhill.

When they reached the village, she stopped. Fletch turned to see that the drawbridge had been lifted, and the Baron, seemingly, had remained inside! Fletch laughed in the night. He had done it! He had escaped!

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