Zelda the Dragon

Zelda the Dragon

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Good Morning Casey

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Casey has a nightmare that she has had every night. What might it mean?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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The sky looked like a black blanket with holes poked out. The moon shone like a flashlight from the other side of the dark wool sheet. It was hard to see, but dark gray clouds covered some of the stars. Casey sighed softly, letting out a small puff of smoke-like breath, only visible due to the coldness around.

Casey sat on the small patch of grass and stared into the sky. It felt like she had been here before, though she couldn’t place her finger on it. She looked over the edge of the tall hill she was on. Casey could look into the forest and see some of the animals. She didn’t want to disturb them. She could name every one from this distance anyway.

A baby bluejay sat on a branch of an oak tree near by Casey and a red-tailed flying squirrel runs up to her. She offers the critter some nuts that are in her bag, knowing that these nuts aren’t harmful. The squirrel runs off with a small piece of peanut like it were a golden ring, climbing up the tree into its home.

Black and red birds fly over head. “That’s weird,” Casey thinks. “Birds don’t migrate for another few months.” She doesn’t even recognize the birds, which was even weirder. Behind her, she hears a loud thud. Her heart starts to pick up, wondering what could be so large to make the entire ground shake. She turns around and sees a woman running around, screaming.

“Casey,” the name is stretched out at the ‘a’ and echoed because of the sheer volume. It knocks back Casey slightly. “Where have you gone, my baby?” The name of this woman isn’t coming to her, though she knows she knows, or knew, this woman.

“Why isn’t there a name to a face I know so well?” Casey wonders, almost out loud. The woman cries in the distance, starting soft but grows louder rapidly. She keeps repeating “come to me Casey,” and “my baby, where are you?”

Casey wants with all her heart to run to her, let the giant know that she’s there. That she’s okay. But she won’t move. She can’t move. Her legs are frozen in place, laying on the grass. The lady comes closer, unable to see Casey from her height. Casey tries to scream, though nothing comes out. Nothing at all, though he tried to her best power. Everything isn’t under her control any more. Everything feels frozen.

The giant gets closer, and closer, until she’s right next to Casey. She doesn’t see the small human on the ground. With one final step over top the baby Casey...


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