Mom says that when I'm old enough, my handsome Prince Charming will rescue me from my tower and bring me back to my family; and we'll all live happily ever after.
Princess Fiona closed the journal she had found tucked away in her suitcase. Setting her suitcase heavily beside her bed, she stood straight and caught sight of the sunset. In a vibrant explosion of beauty, it only made the lava glow brighter; appearing as if the sky had caught fire.
Well, at least she would see that each evening. Eagerly, she clambered onto her bed; and upon doing so she noticed the sparkles formulating around her body. Forgetting the sunrise, she sat back and watched as a swirling glow coiled around her.
"Wow, I'm magic!" she decreed, quickly getting off the bed. The glow rose higher, circling around her chest, her shoulders, and her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and lifted both hands to cover them as the brightness shone against her face. When the luminscence faded, she opened her eyes.
Having both hands raised before her eyes, it was impossible to miss the fact that they were green.
Stomping through the castle, Dragon paused and looked up into the curving hall as Princess Fiona's scream floated through the passage, echoing off the walls. Tucking in her wings, Dragon squeezed into the hall and forced herself into the narrow tunnel. Ascending the lenient slope of the passage, she stopped when she looked at the torches dancing merrily on the walls.
Then she puckered her lips and blew out the flames. Her body bumped the smoking sticks to the ground as she brushed by. Pushing open the door to Princess Fiona's room, she stopped when she saw not a princess, but a monster.
Where was the princess she was supposed to protect? With an angry snort, she took a few heavy steps into the room and roared at the beast.
Shocked, and scared; Princess Fiona took several steps back, until her calves bumped against the cot behind her. "Shh!" she said, "Shush! I told you to be nice!"
Dragon stopped mid-roar and tilted her head, looking especially bewildered for a dragon.
"This has never happened to me before." Princess Fiona sat heavily on the cot, her hands shaking on the cold linen. "They could have warned me! What kind of prince would ever rescue a freak like me?" She dropped her head into her hands and wept. "I'll be stuck here forever."
The young dragon took a few hesitant steps forward, nudging the girl's arm with her muzzle. Princess Fiona let one hand fall into her lap, while with the other she stroked Dragon's muzzle and was able to smile, albeit sadly. "At least I have you."
Author's Note: Another short chapter. Sorry. They really look bigger in WordPad...