The Egg of a Dying Race
It was a quiet night. I had eaten dinner, read the newspaper while listening to the radio, and then started reading in one of my favorite books in my favorite recliner.
While I was reading, I looked up from my book and beheld a lump, rather large, under my favorite rug. Questions started forming in my mind: What was it? How did it get in here? Why hadn't I seen it before? I was going to take no chances. I stealthily stood up, putting my book down, and picked up a near by chair.
I held it high over my head, waiting for something to happen. And something did happen. I heard a cracking sound coming from the lump. Then, as I stood there in wonder, my favorite rug burst into flame.
I jumped back what seemed like miles, dropping my chair. Then, out of the fire came something I didn't think possible: a dragon. Although it was small there is no doubt in my mind that this beast could deal me great harm. It was red with two wings each about half the size of its body.
The dragon stamped out the fire with its small foot. Then it opened its mouth, and I was afraid that it would start another fire, but instead it said: "I am sorry that I disturbed you like that, but I am trying to find a place where others of my race reside." I was dumbfounded. The dragon spoke!
"So," a started to say, "where are you going?" Why had I said that?
"To a place that you call Antarctica. I promise you that my race will not interfere with yours."
There were other dragon in this world? How could we not have known about it? "What is your name? And how did you get here?" I asked.
"I am forgetting my manners. My name is Seregon, and I am here by magic that no one could ever understand, so I won't even try to explain it. Now, will you tell me how I can get to Antarctica?"
"Of course," I said, feeling that the sooner this dragon was gone the better, even though for some strange reason, I was sort of feeling more comfortable around him. "Just go south, and you should get there soon enough." And with that I pointed south.
"Thank you," said Seregon. And he was off.
The last I ever saw of Seregon, or any other dragon, was the small outline of his body in front of the moon.
A/N: Please not that I wrote this when I was 12. I'm just publishing the stories that I have already written to see what people think, so please R&R. Thanks!