I looked up as I heard the shriek of my fellow dragon, Chinese Fireball,
nicknamed Fireball for her short temper. I had overheard that I was number
four, right after Fireball. A few minutes after a small yell of 'That's
some nerve he's showing - and - yes, he's got the egg!' applause shook the
small tent that I was in.
The so called "dragon-tamers' were pulling the rope on my neck, urging me to all my beautiful eggs' doom.
After days of being cooped up inside of the tent I saw the bright rays of sunshine. A fence surrounded the area that I was to face this challenger who was trying to take my egg. I saw a boy, a small speck to me, who also looked as if he hadn't seen light for days. His messy dark brown hair was tipped up as he glanced at me. I focused my narrow yellow eyes on him, trying to see more details in his face.
He had thick rimmed glasses which were banded in the middle. He held his wand at waist level, apparently still judging his foe.
~*~*~*~
". . . and there was the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground . . ."
~*~*~*~
I was scraping the ground with the sharp spikes on my tail, as a warning sign to the boy. He didn't seem to notice, as he raised his wand.
"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted, surprising me greatly. As the boy looked up, so did I, wondering what in the world he had just yelled. Then I heard and saw what he was praying for.
It was a loud whizzing sound behind the boy, a broom that all those children rode on now-a-days. I looked back at the boy for a second to see that he had also turned back to see the stick-like object. Suddenly the broom stopped dead left of the boy, waiting for him to sit upon it.
He swung his leg over the flying thing and kicked off of the ground, soaring up as he turned into part of the clouds above.
~*~*~*~
". . .just another Quidditch match, that was all . . . just another Quidditch match, and that the Horntail was just another ugly opposing team . . ."
~*~*~*~
I looked up straight at the boy, overhead. He had spotted my nest of eggs and was diving down, faster and faster . . .
I blasted out a jet of fire as the boy quickly jumped away. Now the boy started with a circle, with my head following his every move. I knew that he was trying to make me dizzy, but he stopped before my limit. I knew he was going to dive again.
I sent out another flame while lifting my tail to strike, as an old tactic all the dragons used now. He again dodged the flames, but he wasn't as lucky with my spiked tail. He tried swerving to the left but one of my spikes ripped his robes and scratched his shoulder.
~*~*~*~
". . . the cut didn't seem to be too deep . . . now he zoomed around the back of the Horntail, and a possibility occurred to him . . ."
~*~*~*~
I didn't take off; for I was afraid he would take that as an advantage to get to my eggs. I twisted around following him everywhere with my slanted eyes.
He began to swerve this way, then the other, not close enough for me to burn him to crisp. I kept my eyes on him, just in case. I bared my fangs to warn him to stay away from my precious eggs. He moved up higher into the sky, begging to make me inpatient. He was rising higher . . . this was begging to bore me. I roared and thought of him as a fly. I could easily kill him with one 'fwap!' of my tail. I thrashed my tail, hoping to get a nick on him. I shot another jet of fire, just to see if I could get him to come down, but he was too quick.
I opened my jaws again, exposing my sharp fangs. I could see his mouth whispering something to himself. I was getting tired, so I spread my cramped black wings and -- the boy started to dive at my surprise.
I had no clue as to what the boy was doing, and suddenly it hit me. He was diving for my unprotected eggs, I helplessly watched as he snatched up my last golden egg. He let out a last jump of speed and was off, carrying my egg in his arm.
I absolutely hated the people in this world as the audience burst into applause . . . congratulating the idiot for stealing my most and last precious egg??? I was outraged. I roared and attempted to chase that stupid idiot . . . but I felt the ropes binding me again. I looked down and saw the puny humans forcing me down.
I silently cried to myself that night. I felt as if my days as a dragon were over. Life was humiliating and horrible when the stupid jerk humans were running it. They never cared for anything else except themselves and them having fun.
I hated everything in the world, except of course for my fellow dragons and my beautiful eggs that lay beside me.
But sadly, all were a dull, pale, white.
~*~*~*~*~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm getting more reviews!!! Yay! But first, I got a review saying that my stories were a bit short. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but most of the time, the animal-creatures are only in the story for a short period of time, except for the Basilisk and the Horntail dragon so far. I hope to see more reviews, thanks for all the helpful hints!
The so called "dragon-tamers' were pulling the rope on my neck, urging me to all my beautiful eggs' doom.
After days of being cooped up inside of the tent I saw the bright rays of sunshine. A fence surrounded the area that I was to face this challenger who was trying to take my egg. I saw a boy, a small speck to me, who also looked as if he hadn't seen light for days. His messy dark brown hair was tipped up as he glanced at me. I focused my narrow yellow eyes on him, trying to see more details in his face.
He had thick rimmed glasses which were banded in the middle. He held his wand at waist level, apparently still judging his foe.
~*~*~*~
". . . and there was the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground . . ."
~*~*~*~
I was scraping the ground with the sharp spikes on my tail, as a warning sign to the boy. He didn't seem to notice, as he raised his wand.
"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted, surprising me greatly. As the boy looked up, so did I, wondering what in the world he had just yelled. Then I heard and saw what he was praying for.
It was a loud whizzing sound behind the boy, a broom that all those children rode on now-a-days. I looked back at the boy for a second to see that he had also turned back to see the stick-like object. Suddenly the broom stopped dead left of the boy, waiting for him to sit upon it.
He swung his leg over the flying thing and kicked off of the ground, soaring up as he turned into part of the clouds above.
~*~*~*~
". . .just another Quidditch match, that was all . . . just another Quidditch match, and that the Horntail was just another ugly opposing team . . ."
~*~*~*~
I looked up straight at the boy, overhead. He had spotted my nest of eggs and was diving down, faster and faster . . .
I blasted out a jet of fire as the boy quickly jumped away. Now the boy started with a circle, with my head following his every move. I knew that he was trying to make me dizzy, but he stopped before my limit. I knew he was going to dive again.
I sent out another flame while lifting my tail to strike, as an old tactic all the dragons used now. He again dodged the flames, but he wasn't as lucky with my spiked tail. He tried swerving to the left but one of my spikes ripped his robes and scratched his shoulder.
~*~*~*~
". . . the cut didn't seem to be too deep . . . now he zoomed around the back of the Horntail, and a possibility occurred to him . . ."
~*~*~*~
I didn't take off; for I was afraid he would take that as an advantage to get to my eggs. I twisted around following him everywhere with my slanted eyes.
He began to swerve this way, then the other, not close enough for me to burn him to crisp. I kept my eyes on him, just in case. I bared my fangs to warn him to stay away from my precious eggs. He moved up higher into the sky, begging to make me inpatient. He was rising higher . . . this was begging to bore me. I roared and thought of him as a fly. I could easily kill him with one 'fwap!' of my tail. I thrashed my tail, hoping to get a nick on him. I shot another jet of fire, just to see if I could get him to come down, but he was too quick.
I opened my jaws again, exposing my sharp fangs. I could see his mouth whispering something to himself. I was getting tired, so I spread my cramped black wings and -- the boy started to dive at my surprise.
I had no clue as to what the boy was doing, and suddenly it hit me. He was diving for my unprotected eggs, I helplessly watched as he snatched up my last golden egg. He let out a last jump of speed and was off, carrying my egg in his arm.
I absolutely hated the people in this world as the audience burst into applause . . . congratulating the idiot for stealing my most and last precious egg??? I was outraged. I roared and attempted to chase that stupid idiot . . . but I felt the ropes binding me again. I looked down and saw the puny humans forcing me down.
I silently cried to myself that night. I felt as if my days as a dragon were over. Life was humiliating and horrible when the stupid jerk humans were running it. They never cared for anything else except themselves and them having fun.
I hated everything in the world, except of course for my fellow dragons and my beautiful eggs that lay beside me.
But sadly, all were a dull, pale, white.
~*~*~*~*~
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm getting more reviews!!! Yay! But first, I got a review saying that my stories were a bit short. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but most of the time, the animal-creatures are only in the story for a short period of time, except for the Basilisk and the Horntail dragon so far. I hope to see more reviews, thanks for all the helpful hints!
