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


39. Violet's Promise

Violet stood against the cold stone, watching the rest of the party eat from across the wide space. As punishment for leaving the event, her father had banned her from eating. She told him she would rather fall ill and die than eat with him and comrades. For that she had been slapped.

Trying to ignore her stinging cheek and welling eyes, she tried to think of what to do. Ocello was locked in a room deep beneath the castle with no way out, and she was above ground being shepherded by two strong guards. Her father had even ordered them to cross their iron spears in front of her - in short, it was impossible to run away.

It didn't help that the former-princess had the most important document in the kingdom locked down there with her. Violet wished that she had asked what Ocello had been planning to do with the scroll, but in all the excitement of opening the chest and distracting the guards, she had...forgotten.

Her head was spinning from all of this. It was all so confusing and awful. She felt like screaming, she felt like stabbing the guards with their own weapons for obeying her monster of a father. She felt like ripping the crown off King Oskar's head -

No. Not ripping. Guilt burned inside of Violet for still loving Oskar, despite his twisted power and greed. She didn't want to kill him. She wanted to make him good and pure, like Ocello.

But she knew that was something she could only dream of. She eyed him wearily from across the hall. He wasn't eating much, but he was continually sipping wine from his goblet. Her eyes fell on her father, and she felt disgusted, even sick. He was eating so fast to the unknowing eye he could have been starving.

Her father didn't starve for food. He starved for power.

She averted her eyes and looked at the stone ceiling, listening to the soft music coming from the corners of the hall. It calmed her, and she was once again collected and ready, as she had been when taking Ocello to the scroll.

Violet may not have been as purposeful and knowing as Ocello, but she knew that if she could help to save the kingdom, she should. It didn't matter that she didn't know all that was going on - she in no way doubted the fact that Ocello may be keeping secrets from her.

As midnight approached, and the end of the banquet neared, Violet promised herself something that young ladies of the nobility should never come to even think of.

She promised herself, that if she managed to help Ocello, and if that action helped to revive the kingdom, that she would kill her father.

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