yeah! time for the story to actually start! I guess
gomen for errors I did not really proofread it that much and, again, I write at 4 am on a mobile device where auto correct is never functioning
here is chapter one
The forest was calm. Tall pillars of wood were packed tightly into the seemingly endless stretches of land, branches spread and covered in a lovely dark green plumage. They rose, as if attempting to touch the bright, burning gases of the night, and swayed with the gentle breezes. Below them lay a thick blanket of soft grass and flowers. Some animals scurried through the flora unseen, hopeful of finding a safe place to hide. The mellow light of the full moon shed enough light to illuminate the scene.
Yes, the forest was calm. Much unlike the dangerous, loud city. Full of humans and other scary creatures. Matthew hated the city, as did his brother, Alfred. And so, here they were, escaping at night to be free from that disastrous wreck. It was most definitely not Matthew's decision; in fact, he had opposed it since the beginning. Their feeble disguises shed instantaneously under exposure to the moon's light. How could they ever manage to evade humans' watchful eyes? Alfred insisted, however, that a good stretch of the wings was necessary. They could not stay cooped up forever living a lie, after all.
It was Alfred's excited whisper which snapped Matthew out of his thoughts.
"Mattie, come over here! You gotta see this, dude!"
Matthew arrived by his brother's side, eager to see what he had found. And why he was whispering; Alfred almost always screamed his words.
Some animal tracks were left in a muddy patch of the forest floor. They were quite large; even bigger than Alfred's own hind foot!
"They look fresh," Matthew thought out loud. "Do you think there's another one? Here?"
"Yeah! We should totally look for him!"
"But.. what if they're dangerous? We've never met anyone outside of family."
"Don't worry, man! I can protect you!"
Matthew sighed, and followed his brother through the dense trees. The muddy patch was small, but enough of the stranger's scent was left behind that it could be followed. Alfred slowed down, and crouched in a patch of tall grass. Matthew joined him, though uncertain of the circumstance.
"What is it, Al-" Matthew tried asking, but was silenced by a tail rudely thrown in his face.
Matthew crept forward, hoping to get a better look at whatever Alfred had found. He stared in amazement at what he saw.
Before them was a large, grey dragon, appearing to be busy with something. He was much different from Alfred and Matthew; he was covered in a dense coat of silvery fur, and had an enormous set of feathery wings. The brothers watched him, full of wonder and excitement.
Alfred stood up, hoping to converse with the stranger. Matthew's tail pushed him down, anticipating his brother to do something stupid.
"Come on, Mattie! Let's talk to him! Maybe we already know him!"
"Please, Al- stay quiet! What if he hurts us?"
"Then I'll protect you!"
"He's way bigger than you are! There's no way you could be able to fight him."
"Oh yeah? I'll go prove it right now!"
"No! Please- don't!"
"I'll be fine, Mattie!"
"No, you idiot! He'll kill you," Mattie yelled, much louder than he had intended.
Suddenly, the mysterious grey dragon looked back. His bright, purple eyes were full of surprise to find two smaller dragons staring at him.
"Shit," Matthew cursed, and attempted to flatten himself into the ground. The grey dragon started to make his way toward the two siblings, but Alfred had already begun flying away to safety. Matthew joined him moments later, leaving the grey dragon sitting in confusion. Why did they leave?
The twins made it safely to their house, recklessly flying low where they could have easily been spotted by humans. They donned their human disguises, terrified of whoever they had seen in the forest.
"I got his scent! I could try seeing if he goes to our school," Alfred proposed, wanting to find out more about the stranger.
"No! What if he remembers us? We interrupted whatever he was doing!"
"What's the worst he could do? I can totally fight him! Besides, he probably doesn't even care!"
"I just don't think it's a good idea, Al.. please, promise me you won't do anything?"
"Fine, Mattie," Alfred lied.
I have a drawing of the dragon they found in the woods but I am unsure of how to share it so just imagine it for now I guess
