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


31. The Stables

Fletch pulled a face as she shovelled old, dirtied hay from the first stable. His father John was holding the horse - a strong male with a white coat and a long, wispy mane - firmly by it's leather reins.

As Fletch scraped the last mucky scraps out, a trumpet sounded. The horseboy and his father looked up.

A pack of twelve guards were taking peasants across the bailey. Many of them had their hands tied behind them with ropes, and they were joined to the towering guards dressed in their usual red and gold, and they were carrying their usual weapons -

No. It couldn't be.

Amid the usual half-starved peasants with yellowish, gaunt faces and missing teeth, was...Pike's father. Fletch recognised him instantly because he was slightly taller than the other peasants - he had a straighter posture and his clothes were slightly less ragged. Why could he be there, among those who couldn't feed themselves?

Fletch suddenly realised that Pike's family must have run out of money.

There had been rumours going around the bailey about the blacksmiths having less and less work - the population of the kingdom was dwindling and the nobles never even rode their horses out of the castle. Fletch stared and stared at Harold Leeson, hoping to catch his eye and show him some friendship, companionship - support! But it was too late and the guards were leading the peasants through the second, rather small portcullis that lead to the stone staircase - that awful place where you waved goodbye to sunlight and greeted death.

Fletch threw his roughly crafted spade to the uneven ground. It rattled ominously, despite the amount of people in the bailey. Why was it so quiet? The trumpet always drew attention, but only for a few seconds...

There was something, very, very wrong with Heriven. Things had been bad before, of course, but now it was hard to even consider living here. Ever since Oskar had become king. Fletch couldn't do it anymore! He came to the realisation that since Harold was being locked up, Pike was sure to follow. He pictured his friend on the uncomfortable village streets, no home, no food - maybe death would reach him before the guards did.

He had to find Kytra. Maybe she would have some explanation for this. But there had been no usual rumour or story about the purple tent as of recent - no miraculous medicine cures for young children - maybe Kytra had been found and been locked up in the dead of night to avoid attention.

He couldn't leave the bailey - therefore he could not get to Pike. Ocello was his only hope. He had enough sense to realise she was no longer a Princess, now a servant in the manor, probably - but maybe King Oskar would bring her with him as a personal servant next time he visited the castle, which was sure to be soon.

Ocello was Fletch's only hope. He just hoped nothing had had happened to her...

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