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this is for THC/The Houses Competition.

House Hufflepuff

Class Transfiguration

Prompts key

Dust storm

Abraxon

Drabble/Standard: Drabble

Word Count. 850

Journey

It had been months since I left the herd and a long time since I had a companion, but the old, rusted key that I'd found amongst the mountains called to me, and I promised myself I would find it's rightful owner.

Mum and Dad said the journey would be long and challenging, but I wasn't one for giving up on such a mission, although I was just old enough to be allowed on my own.

I know, as a young, powerful Abraxan, that people want to hunt down us magnificent magical creatures. I promised my parents that I would stay safe and cautious.

By now, I hadn't eaten in weeks. The gigantic dust storm that had been brewing behind me across the course of my journey was raging ever closer, and I began to tire. It did not help that the air was thick with dust particles, making it hard to breathe. The beat of my powerful wings only made the dust worse. Soon, I knew the storm would overwhelm me.

I became wearier by every passing hour of every crawling day. My flight was growing weaker, the beat of my wings unsteady. I had noticed blue feathers drifting away in the wind around me. It took me a few moments to realise that they were mine. However, wind burn was only another inconvenience I had to endure on this journey.

I thought of my Mum and Dad. They wouldn't be proud of me using up all my energy. They told me to be careful—to take breaks and to not travel too far at once. But I had to find the owner of the heavy, ornate key that hung heavily against my fur covered chest. It's weight was enough to remind me every day of the commitment I had made to myself. I would do this. I had to.

I could see the sun beginning to rise. The brilliant, radiat shades of red and orange reminding me of my parent's eyes.

No, I had to carry on, I needed to keep moving. I had to escape the dust storm that grew ever closer. This key was important to someone.

But I couldn't. I couldn't go on, as my left wing had lost the majority of its glittering feathers and it fell feebly at my left side.

My wings gave way. I lost control of my velocity and tumbled towards the ground that was so far below.

The dust storm reached me as I crashed heavily through the foliage of the trees.

I closed my eyes, my body aching with so much pain as I began to lose consciousness.

The key dug into my chest, painful enough to drag me out of the suffocating, creeping unconsciousness. I must not give up yet, I must wake up and continue my journey.

I scramble to my thick legs and look around myself at the unfamiliar surroundings. I must find food.

I sniff the air with a determined snort and follow the smell of fresh blood.

Coming across a wide stream, I ducked my giant head down to drink from the cool water.

Oh, how thirsty I am, how hungry I am.

Some distance away,I hear a fragile but clear voice yell out.

"Help! Please! Someone help!" I heard as I shook the water from my almighty mane.

I wondered briefly if helping this unfamiliar creature is the smart thing to do, but they continue toplead, cry, and whimper for help.

My feet thundered against the earth packed ground as I covered the distance between me and the cries.

When I finally reached the overturned, blue coach, I saw a funny looking thing stuck under the huge, hind wheel, tangled in broken reins.

I push away the coach and the young looking thing sits up on her elbows, looking directly up at me.

I realized then that she was scared, so I lowered my head and went down on all fours, nuzzling her hand with my snout.

Weeks pass as the teenage half giant, Olympe Maxime, and I begin to understand one another.

She tells me time and time again that we need to get to this place called Beauxbattons and I know this must be important to her.

So, after I have rested and she has partially fixed the coach, she trains me to be harnessed to the reins.

I don't like the coach that much, but she insists on taking it with us.

She cannot withstand the strong dust storm as we continue our journey, but I feel her trust as I gallop along the French countryside.

"At last, my friend, we have reached the Academy." She tells me one day, as I drag my heavy feet forward.

I give a whinny of relief as we canter into the front fields of the Academy.

Olympe is welcomed and ushered off into the large school building as I get dragged to a large stable.

The petite ground keeper takes the big, ornate key from around my neck and unlocks the large wooden doors. I snort with satisfaction as he brings me fresh water and food and at last, I have reached my destination.

I lie down heavily in the spacious room and fold my giant wings against myself. I can rest at last.

My eyelids close and I drift happily off to the land of peace.