Dragon Story Chapter 9Chapter 9 History Alive A day passed with little eventfulness. Anne, I discovered, was the quiet sort. She spoke when she had something to say, but wasn't one for small talk. She spent most of her time making intricate patterns in the sand of the cave floor, or etching abstract pictures into the rock with a sharp stone. This left me with very little to do. I usually sat, staring at the ceiling and day dreaming about what everyone in my village would be thinking now. Picked up by a dragon? Would they think I was cursed? My father death by dragon, and now my death to be by dragon? Would they blame Silvia? Burn her hut? I hop
My Pride Rewrite Chapter 8Chapter 8 After Powerstrike had died, I'd slipped in and out of consciousness for some time. The memories are a jumble of unclear voices and blurry images. I woke up days later to the sight of Fire's dark green eyes staring down at me. He looked at me curiously; worry seemed to be pulsing through every hair on his muzzle, his skin was pulled over his bones tensely and his ears were back. When I opened my eyes, he jumped. "Fire?" I mumbled weakly; my throat burned when I spoke. The sun hit my face like an eagle's talons once Fire moved away and stopped blocking the light. I hissed softly, shutting my eyes and flinching as I drew my