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


19. The Second Attack


The kingdom of Heriven was surrounded by forest. Not your average, leafy, sometimes muddy forest. The forests that ringed Heriven were dark and dank. The metallic smell of old blood hung in the smoky air. The blood of enemy soldiers who had wanted Heriven's throne.

The three small figures held their hands over their noses to prevent from breathing in the sickening stench, as they slowly made their way around the village. Pike was in the front, leading the way; for he knew the village the best, Ocello, still shrouded in her hooded cloak, shuffled along behind him; and Fletch was in the back; as Pike had decided that he would not be able to race ahead.

Fletch was twitchy and nervous, but he wasn't quite sure why. Branches of the forest kept scratching aross his face. They felt horribly like twisted fingers, and Fletch was not hesitant to push them away.

He was also on the lookout for any sign of the palace guards. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of scarlet - he gasped - but it was just a wild flower. He thought he caught a hint of gold - but it was just the hem of Ocello's dress trailing in front of him.

"Stop...twitching," Ocello said impatiently. "You're putting me on the edge. What's making you like this?" Her clear voice was somewhat muffled by her hand over her mouth and nose,

"It's the forest," Fletch muttered. "Something isn't right,"

"Hundreds have been killed in those trees," Ocello replied. "By dragons. What's "not right" is the smell of death." She looked around. "I doubt it will ever leave here."

Something rustled in the trees. Pike's head turned sharply.

"Did you hear that?"

Fletch and Ocello nodded. Pike put a finger to his lips. Stay quiet.

All three of them stood very still. There was another quiet rustle, and somewhere in the forest, a twig snapped.

Fletch's heartbeat quickened, and Ocello closed her eyes tightly. Pike looked bravely into the trees, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, a strike of ruby-red bolted through a gapin the dark branches, straight at Fletch, who fell to the ground with a yell.

Ocello and Pike turned in horror.

Something small and scaly was wrapped around Fletch's throat, and seemed to be trying to strangle him. Pike dived down to help his friend, but hte creature hissed and let out a jet of flame. That was when Pike realised. It was a dragon.

He shoved Ocello out of the way and began to rip the beast of Fletch's neck; his face had turned blue. After a few attempts, the dragon sprang off and jumped back onto a branch.

Fletch breathed in great gulps as Pike and Ocello watched the dragon warily. It was a small, rather ugly creature with burgundy scales and a line of jagged spikes down it's back. It was also rather small; it's head only reached Ocello's knee at full extent. It's eyes were the colour of coal, and they didn't blink. It stared at the princess, who held her breath under her hood.

The dragon moved forward slightly, but with a slight hiss and a puff of smoke from it's nostrils, it was gone.

Pike and Fletch looked up at Ocello, who's hood promptly fell off. Her blue eyes were as wide as the crystal plates back in the castle.

"Please say you heard the voice too," she whispered.



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