I do not own the rights to Fablehaven. Brandon Mull owns all the rights.
Follow a the young, Darrel Parker on an adventure to bring peace to the light and dark sides of a warring preserve. He faces trials and tribulations, and being the youngest person on the preserve doesn't help. He grew up learning to fight, and he always hoped that someday he would be able to use his skills for a cause.
The firedrake wrapped itself around the tree, its green eyes trained on the small boy crouched, hidden among the large roots. It crawled further down the tree, its long white fangs glistening with saliva. It let out a low growl to warn the boy.
The boy jumped u surprised, and looked up the tree. Upon seeing the monster, he backed up slowly until he bumped into a thick oak. The firedrake kept its eyes on the boy, but started to flex its muscles. The tree groaned, and cracked. The firedrake leaped to a different tree, as the other one fell to the ground.
The boy screamed, and turned to run, but the firedrake jumped out of the tree and wrapped its tail around the boy's legs. He fell to the ground, bashing his chin a tree root. He turned over, blood on his chin. The firedrake reared up, preparing to strike.
It brought its head down with terrifying speed, but jerked in midair. Blood sprayed across the boy, covering him in red dots, head to toe. The dead firedrake dropped limply on top of the boy, and he screamed. Three men rushed out of the cover of the trees, and dragged the dead body off the boy. He was holding his face, and screaming.
Two of the men began pulling arrows out of the firedrake's neck, but the third crouched by the boy. He turned his face over looking for injury. The man gasped.
On the boy's left cheek, was a long, nasty cut made by the firedrake's fangs when it landed on top of the boy. It wasn't deep enough to kill, but it was deep enough to cause a good deal of pain. The boy would carry the scar for the rest of his life.