The Last Moon Dragon

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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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55. The Ways of Moon Dragons

"Moon dragons are the only known creatures to be born without souls. They are not brainless - for they have logic and morals, just as you do. Centuries ago, the royalty of Heriven used them to harness to souls of their ancestors, to keep traditions and cultures alive. But, like all things, moon dragons only live so long, and when the ancestral royal family finally passed, and the throne was handed to the father of Osslor, he deemed dragons to be evil, and banished them to the darkness of the forest.

Without souls, moon dragons lives are shortened, and the vast majority have been dead for a long while. As far as I know, the one that hold my soul is the only one that remains, and without another soul after me, it will surely die. You see, when the moon dragons dwelled in Heriven soulless, they were discovered to have good logic and ideas that helped the kingdom's advisors. I believe their strange intelligence was one of the reasons they were banished, unfortunately. For a long while, moon dragons chose the next heir to Heriven's throne. They never picked wrongly - until the father of Osslor, who shares his name.

"With the stone that lies in those trees, you managed to awaken me - I have roamed these forests for almost fifteen years. Moon stones were often used as payment to the dragons in Heriven, although they are quite hard to come by now. Even though I am merely a human spirit, the instincts are still there. Am I not correct in thinking that the time has almost come for a new ruler?"

"Yes." replied Kytra, firmly. "Oskar sits on the throne, and he is no King, as far as we are concerned."

"In order for this dragon to tell you - my spirit must leave it."

"Who are you?" Fletch said.

"I suppose you still don't believe me when I say that Ocello is my daughter." The dragon sighed.

Ocello turned back to the dragon, who stared at her unblinking, with eyes so similar in colour to her own.

"How can I believe it? I remember nothing of my mother, or any dragons, spiritual or not," Ocello choked out.

"Then I will show you myself, and leave this body. At least then you will know who is the rightful ruler." the dragon said, and a cold wind began to blow.

Ocello turned away, disbelieving, upset and confused. Kytra, Fletch, Pike and Sethlore could only watch in astonishment.

A thin white smoke began to form, funnelling out of the dragon's thin nostrils in wisps. The smoke shimmered in the halflight, and moved into the space in front of them, forming a white sparkling mass. It moved and danced upwards, until, with a burst of white light, a tall figure stood before them.

It was the most beautiful woman that any of them had ever seen. She had long wavy hair that fell almost to her feet, and it was plaited back behind her ears neatly. She was wearing an outfit that could easily have been a ballgown, but also could easily have been a nightdress - it floated down, the smoky skirt rippled in the wind. Her face looked so familiar - and it was soon apparent why. Everything about her - her eyes, her nose, her lips - she was almost identical to Ocello, just older and more matured.

Pike pulled the real Ocello towards him, and turned her to face the figure. Suddenly, Ocello was plunged into memory - her mind was filled with images from her childhood that she'd tried hard to forget; her mother's death, her father's drinking and aging, the sense of loneliness, and most of all, a single string of words, the only words that she had ever heard her mother say;

"...Ocello. Her name will be Ocello. Nothing more, nothing less. Ocello."

"You remember," the figure said, white tears forming in her eyes.

"Mother," Ocello sobbed, and ran towards her. The spirit of Ophelia put her arms around her daughter, and although they could not feel each other's touch, the feeling was there. Every single soul in that moment - Ophelia, Ocello, Fletch, Pike, and Sethlore, they all wished that this moment could be frozen, and they could live in it forever.

But it was all too soon that the figure started to fade away. Ocello started to cry, and Ophelia struggled to stay, but as the wind blew harder, the wisps of smoke started to lose their shape, and all at once, the old Queen of Heriven was no more.

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