real” he exclaimed. “Ouch” Pink cried. “Who are you? What are you?”
Grace felt sorry for laughing and apologised profusely. “Leave it alone Zach” she commanded. Joel nodded in agreement as George went closer and with a nervous finger prodded the dragon to also make sure it was real. “That’s George, I am Grace and these are my brothers Joel and Zach,” Grace said in a cool clear crisp voice. “We are from a place called England. Our parents let us go sailing but we got caught in a very bad storm, our boat sank and we ended up here.”
George seeing that there was no imminent danger from this strange night visitor offered it a drink pouring the last of their water into a large plastic bag retrieved from the survival box. The pink dragon with one lick took all the water and smiled. Her smile was warm and gentle and the four immediately knew they were in no danger.
Joel shivered, “Please don’t be frightened,” the pink dragon said. Joel responded indignantly, “I’m not, I am just very cold.” The embers of the fire that had helped to keep the children warm had long gone out. The dragon could see that these four funny looking little things were friendly but in the blackness of night were indeed cold. Dragon Pink recommended that they find some smooth round rocks and place them where the fire had been. Before Grace could question why, the two lads started carrying several stones that had been close to the entrance of their new camp. Grace looked on thinking that everyone had lost their minds. George placed the last stone on the pile that now completely covered the old fire and asked. “What are we doing this for?” Pink did not answer instead she took a deep breath and fired a red hot blast towards the stones. Her flames grew brighter and brighter creating a deep blue and purple glow. Within seconds the pile of stones so carefully placed by the two boys, first glowed red, and then white hot, giving off tremendous heat. The three children sat round the glowing stones and beckoned the dragon to join them. Dragon Pink trotted forward and sat down to a barrage of questions.
Grace wanted to know where the dragon lived, did she have a family. George was interested to learn where they were, and could she help them get off the island. Joel’s tummy rumbled as he asked where they might get some food.
Dragon Pink was great company; she explained that the noise and the flashing blue light that they had seen would have been set off by the ‘Dragon Police’. She told the children about Draegonia and all about Dragon Black, the Council of Dragons and how none of the dragons, except Dragon Black could fly. “Why can’t the other dragons fly?” Joel asked. Dragon Pink, embarrassed, shuffled her front paws and flicked two tiny wings that had been hidden until now from her sides. Because Pink was so young, her wings were intact, but too small to assist her to fly. The children watched as she started to flap each little wing in turn. Dragon Pink went on to explain that when dragons reach a certain age their wings are clipped at the root to prevent them from flying.
“That’s terrible” cried Grace.” “But why?” piped up George who was tidying up the makeshift shelter to provide room for all of them to sleep. Dragon Pink’s eyes glazed over as she bowed her head forward so as not to let anyone else other than the children hear what she was about to say. “Dragon Black does not want any of us to leave. He has all the Dragons of Draegonia looking after him, we are no more than his slaves.”
Dragon Pink moved to where George had cleared a space, laid down and rolled on her side with one large front paw holding her head, her elbow making a small indentation in the hard ground. She continued but in a slightly quieter and more frightened tone of voice. “Dragon Black passed a law that all dragons were to lose the ability to fly” she continued, “and his rules are not to be challenged, for
Grace felt sorry for laughing and apologised profusely. “Leave it alone Zach” she commanded. Joel nodded in agreement as George went closer and with a nervous finger prodded the dragon to also make sure it was real. “That’s George, I am Grace and these are my brothers Joel and Zach,” Grace said in a cool clear crisp voice. “We are from a place called England. Our parents let us go sailing but we got caught in a very bad storm, our boat sank and we ended up here.”
George seeing that there was no imminent danger from this strange night visitor offered it a drink pouring the last of their water into a large plastic bag retrieved from the survival box. The pink dragon with one lick took all the water and smiled. Her smile was warm and gentle and the four immediately knew they were in no danger.
Joel shivered, “Please don’t be frightened,” the pink dragon said. Joel responded indignantly, “I’m not, I am just very cold.” The embers of the fire that had helped to keep the children warm had long gone out. The dragon could see that these four funny looking little things were friendly but in the blackness of night were indeed cold. Dragon Pink recommended that they find some smooth round rocks and place them where the fire had been. Before Grace could question why, the two lads started carrying several stones that had been close to the entrance of their new camp. Grace looked on thinking that everyone had lost their minds. George placed the last stone on the pile that now completely covered the old fire and asked. “What are we doing this for?” Pink did not answer instead she took a deep breath and fired a red hot blast towards the stones. Her flames grew brighter and brighter creating a deep blue and purple glow. Within seconds the pile of stones so carefully placed by the two boys, first glowed red, and then white hot, giving off tremendous heat. The three children sat round the glowing stones and beckoned the dragon to join them. Dragon Pink trotted forward and sat down to a barrage of questions.
Grace wanted to know where the dragon lived, did she have a family. George was interested to learn where they were, and could she help them get off the island. Joel’s tummy rumbled as he asked where they might get some food.
Dragon Pink was great company; she explained that the noise and the flashing blue light that they had seen would have been set off by the ‘Dragon Police’. She told the children about Draegonia and all about Dragon Black, the Council of Dragons and how none of the dragons, except Dragon Black could fly. “Why can’t the other dragons fly?” Joel asked. Dragon Pink, embarrassed, shuffled her front paws and flicked two tiny wings that had been hidden until now from her sides. Because Pink was so young, her wings were intact, but too small to assist her to fly. The children watched as she started to flap each little wing in turn. Dragon Pink went on to explain that when dragons reach a certain age their wings are clipped at the root to prevent them from flying.
“That’s terrible” cried Grace.” “But why?” piped up George who was tidying up the makeshift shelter to provide room for all of them to sleep. Dragon Pink’s eyes glazed over as she bowed her head forward so as not to let anyone else other than the children hear what she was about to say. “Dragon Black does not want any of us to leave. He has all the Dragons of Draegonia looking after him, we are no more than his slaves.”
Dragon Pink moved to where George had cleared a space, laid down and rolled on her side with one large front paw holding her head, her elbow making a small indentation in the hard ground. She continued but in a slightly quieter and more frightened tone of voice. “Dragon Black passed a law that all dragons were to lose the ability to fly” she continued, “and his rules are not to be challenged, for
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