Drag
I breathlessly stumbled up the wizard's tower, tripping ever now and then. If this map that I found fiver years ago would help me, then I was all in. Finally, I reached the top of the never ending tower, and smacked my hand on the wall before knocking. I knocked - and knocked - and knocked. NO answer. I slowly creaked open the door, observing the little cottage. Little bottles of glowing slime lit up the cottage with an eerie glow. I quickly scanned the small house for what I was looking for: A healing spell. Suddenly, the door smacked open. Another man stepped in. A blue robed figure set his equipment aside, and carefully unraveled his identity. "Frederick!" he bellowed, voice echoing trough the cabin. "Thank goodness I found you! I need to give you something, sit down." I sat down on the rickety chair and waited.
A moment later, the wizard emerged with something in his hand. It was a pocket sized, living, breathing thing. "Dang it", I thought, "not a heal spell." But he uncovered something else. Something better.
I gasped at the tiny dragon placed in the wizard's wrinkly hands. "Take this." He said. I gleefully took the dragon into my palm. Every now and then he blew a puff of smoke in his sleep. "Now hurry home before the storm gets up again, because if he does, he will grow humongous and destroy cities. Understand?" Gleefully, I placed the small creature into my pocket carefully protecting him from the rain.
I hurried home to my orphanage. Well, kind of an orphanage. My "house" was an abandoned shed, and I lived with 5 other people. This kid/adult/teenager was really mean to me and I despised him. As I approached my "house", I heard rustling inside. When I opened the door, Stephan, the leader (the guy I hate) was searching for something. "What's up?" I asked. Stephan looked at me as if I were crazy. "Oh great, the freak is home." The younger kids scurried over to greet me.
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"What did you say?"
"Nothing." I sat down in the rickety chair in the living room, exhausted from all of the adventure. "Got any food," Stephan questioned. I reached into my pocket and felt the tiny dragon scales. I suddenly realized that I should NEVER, under any circumstance, show them my dragon.
"You idiot!" He suddenly screamed. The younger kids bolted from the scene. Stephan pulled out a sharp knife. "what is with you?" I choked. I felt a hot trickle of blood down my neck. Instantly John, a younger boy, chucked a baseball at Stephan's side. "Run!" He shrieked. Stephan cursed and tried to grab by legs, but I was faster. I screeched out of the shed, holding my pocket safely...
End Chapter One
By N.Z.
