The Massacre Dragon [part one]

My story is different than most stories. It has a beginning and a middle and an ending, but it does not start out happy, nor does it end happy.

You see, on this fateful day where the sky was black sometimes alight with fire, and a hushed silence filtered the air, the only sounds were screams and cries, roars and whisperes, I was alone. I was always alone. I had never felt loved or truely happy. I think everyone felt like that now. Screaming and fleeing from the dragons and The Guards. I ran past a crying child, standing alone, searching for his mother. I could have picked him up and took him with me, but instead my cold heart told me to keep going. I glanced over at him, but did not smile or give any sort of courage.

I kept running. I broke from the group of fleeing people and ran by myself. They were going to the forest, smart, but too obvious. As soon as I thought this, a black dragon swooped down and massacred those inicent people. Did I feel any pain or loss? No. I kept running. I was heading for the ocean, it was farther than the woods, but I didn't expect The Guards would search there for any survivors.

My legs were aching when I reached the sandy hill. I collapsed and rolled down the hill, my legs could take no more. I landed at the bottom of the hill, covered in sand. I hardly cared though.

I slowly got up and staggered over to the blue ocean. The sky was black over my head, but if I looked right across the ocean, I could see sun light. The cold waves swept sand onto and off my feet. A gusty wind had started up and now blew my hair in front of my face. I stroked it back behind my ear. I was trying to figure out what to do now, when I saw something I thought I would never in my life see. At first it just glinted, catching out the corner of my eye. I ignored it, dissmising it as the trick of the sun, when I thought 'What sun?'. I turned my head slowly and saw a large, golden egg being swept onto the beach by the waves. Another wave came and took it away. I quickly ran and snatched it up. I glared at the wave and it seemed to recoil as if scared of my glare. I then looked back to the egg. I stroked it. It was so precious and worth a lot of gold. I could become rich if I sold it. I ahd never seen a dragon's egg before, but I knew what it looked like. We leant it by the old wise man, now dead and buried.

I took the egg and put it in my bag, which always hung over my shoulder. It weighed quite a lot. I began walking alone the shore, in the opposite direction of The Guards, each step getting harder because of the egg. I then thought 'Perhaps this is like a defence, so no one steals a dragon egg?' I kept walking, but the egg got to heavy and I had to stop. I found a tree and sat beneath it, not to shade from the sun, cause there wasn't one, but so if a passing dragon with a Guard upon it, couldn't see me. I too kout the egg and studied it.

Suddenly it began moving. I yepled and I dropped it. It fell to the ground and smashed.

'No!' I began to cry, but then I saw that a small dragon sat on the mess of shells. It was alive. I wasn't sure what to do. It flared it's nostils and looked up at me. It was...cute actually, but I knew that it was only cute so nothing tried to kill it. It looked safe to touch it, but I wanted to be sure, so I searched around and saw a pretty long stick. I picked it up and, well, poked the baby dragon with it. The dragon whimpered. It was scared. I threw away the stick. I slowly put my hands out, it sniffed them. I'll admit I was shaking. It then licked my hand with it's tiny tongue. I calmed down and stroked it's scalely head. I saw that it's wings were folded behind it's back, it wouldn't be able to use them until it was three months. I searched in my bag, and found a piece of string. I tried it around the dragon's neck, loosely, and then started back on my journey, but...not before I gathered up the golden egg shells.