Boy Named Dragon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy called Dragon saves his village enemies from being eaten by a Dragon.

Submitted: August 01, 2009

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Once there was a boy named Dragon. He was hated by all for being diffrent, skin was too pale and his eyes such an odd color. He lived in the Ash woods next to a waterfall that was surrounded by lavender, in which his eyes matched in color. He was peaceful and bothered no one, instead he just watched the sky.

"Finally finished," the boy said one day towards sunset. He held a flute made from emeralds behind the waterfall in his hand. A smile crossed his face and he looked at the sunset. It was beautiful with its pink and purple hues just reflecting off the slowly drifting clouds. Tomarrow he planned to go into town and sell what little bit of emerld was left after his project. With hope in his head for a simple little farm, he drifted into slumber.

He walked into town with his head held low as the first insult was thrown at him. Dragon he was called more than once, for his eyes were the most common color for a dragon. Many thought he was a half breed and throwed rocks at him, one by one the rocks hit and he thought more and more of turning back. But his determination for just simple life kept him going in search of a store who would pay for what he had. As the met its end no buyer had been found, so the boy went back to the forest broken hearted and alone.

He star gazed that night and watched as the stars slowly twinkled. He hummed with the stars lowering and uping his pitch with the brightness. Soon he took out his flute and began to play it just as he had hummed. The sound was magical as even the owls quited their hooting, the sound rose into the air and swirled with the breeze, then up to the stars it went where the sounds of both songs could be heard.

Morning came again and Dragon watch the skies once more. A blotch apeared in the sky as he watched first think of it as a bird then watching as it quickly grew bigger. It went past him striking fear in his vains, but he acted quickly. Climbing from his perch, he ran for town where screams of awareness where now being sounded. He reached there in time to witness the first burning of buildings.

He stood there unsure of what to do, then he began to humm the song he played to the stars. Without farther hesitation he grabbed the flute from his pants and played as loud as his lungs would allow him. All eyes came to him, even the dragon was quite as the song lifted around them. It seemed like magic and it probably was, but the dragon left with a huge flap of it's wings.

"And that is the tale of how this town was saved young ones," said the old bard sitting by the fire.

"But what happened to dragon," asked a young girl in front of the bard.

"Well, he got that little farm he wanted and grew himself Wheat, potatos, and carrots. He lived happily ever after as a hero," the bard said with a smile creasing his face, and his lavender eyes sparkling.


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