We asked our readers to write a short piece of creative writing related to dragons. Here is one of the entries. It has not been edited.
There was nothing but darkness. I heard a sound behind me and turned, and came face to face with a shiny silver sword. That’s when I realised it wasn’t just a dream. It was cold, the evening skies were painted murky. I was all wrapped up from antenna to tail in my warm fluffy blanket until I saw a mysterious glowing light coming out of the closet. My heart started to beat as fast as the hooves on a racehorse on a racetrack as I waddled across the room. Then a big bang, the door had swung open and standing there was a five-foot-tall man in metal plated armour. I screamed.
I stood there shocked but simultaneously wondering why a tall figured human was standing in the bowels of my bedroom. Slowly approaching, he told me that he was sent by the Dragons Human Friendship Alliance to get my help on saving my friend, Stella. Apparently, she’d been thrown in a dungeon by the evil Queen and was forced to fight human gladiators in front of gigantic crowds. Shivering and afraid, I decided to trust my new friend and venture into the unexplored human world to aid sweet Stella.
A couple of hours had passed and we were strolling through the heart of the jungle to get to the evil Queens castle. She lived on the edge of a cliff which overlooked a small town full of bandits, at least that’s what the humans call them. In the distance, I could see bright laser lights and hear groups of humans cheering “fight, fight, fight". We immediately dashed towards the arena and there she was, chained to the wall, her wings clipped so she couldn't fly, o’ what a horrible sight.
As nervous as I was, I knew I had to bring Stella home. As I flapped my wings into the air, I quietly hummed my favourite song “whatever it takes”. Breathing out fire, I had never felt so alive. I zoomed in on Stella, swooped in and flew away while my new friend used his sword to fight off the Queens minions. Bidding adieu, I flew off into the distance.
Next thing I know, I'm in bed on a cold winter morning thinking it was all just a dream. Oh but how real the adventure was.