‘Ouch.’ He moaned. The light had gone. He opened his eyes and stared around in amazement.
‘Wow…’ he muttered.
Around him lay lush forest with a lone, silver river meandering through. Behind were giant purply-grey mountains with the tops obscured by clouds even though the weather was fine.
‘Wow…’ he repeated.
For a while he just sat there and took in his surroundings. Tom wasn’t over- appreciative of nature, but this was so outstanding he had to compliment the scenery.
Soon he began to notice a thick column of woodsmoke rise from the wood and with it, a smell of something cooking. Tom was so ravenously hungry he found himself walking towards the smoke.
He came to a clearing. A newly-lit fire with a spit and the thing roasting (it looked like a bird of some sort) was all he saw. No-one.
Tom realised it was safe to come out and did so. Anyway – the spit needed turning.
After the meat had cooked he ate it hungrily and went to sleep.
The next morning he woke up to a fresh, bright, morning and noticed an odd little stone by the fire. It had a slight blue tint to it, and felt gritty and hot. So he thought he would go to the river to cool it off and to have a little drink.
When he got to the river he knelt down and drank. Forgetting the stone in his hand, he dropped it in the water.
‘Oh! The stone! Well, its quite deep, but I could just…’ and Tom fished it out of the river. The stone was now a deep, marine blue and smooth and cool.
He examined it.
‘Oh, I cracked it. Oh.’
The crack grew wider, and wider until…
The stone fell away.
The baby dragon coughed.
‘What? What the-! It’s a -, a - !‘
The dragon gurgled. Then it opened it’s eyes. Little chips of sapphire gazed into his green.
Tom was speechless.
The dragon was a similar colour to the egg, a deep marine blue. It’s underbelly was a very light, sky blue, and it’s eyes stared as if to say: I’m hungry.
So they went back to the clearing.
Someone had laid out another bird, and it was on the spit again. Tom knew he had to name this little dragon. Hmm… he thought.
'Hey,’ the dragon turned around. ’Hey, do you want to be called Annie?’
The look on the dragon’s face was of pure hatred.
‘Okay… Max?’
The look eased but it still seemed not to like it. At least Tom had determined whether it was a boy or a girl.
‘Then, how about, Kylobe?’
The dragon looked extremely pleased.
‘Fine, then. Well, hello Kylobe!’
But then the meat was done and they tucked into it. Tom made sure to give Kylobe enough of the meat and the soft parts, but he thought: ‘What was the point in that?’ seeing as though he already had all of his teeth.
When night set in all was well. Tom had remembered that Kylobe was a Water Dragon. Kylobe was lying down buy the fire, asleep. But all of a sudden he got up and ran to Tom, whimpering.
‘Hey, hey Kylobe, whassup?’ Tom said as Kylobe buried himself in Tom’s jacket pocket.
At that point the fire blew out.
The trees seemed to crowd in on them.
Deathly silence followed.
Kylobe whimpered some more. Tom could feel his little heart beating against his, thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump very fast.
Tom clutched him tight. Now it was his turn to be afraid.
‘Hello?’
No reply.
The leaves on the trees whispered among themselves.
‘H-he-hello?’
Again, no reply.
Then Tom said, hoping to sound brave, ‘Show yourself, um…please?’
It sounded pretty pathetic.
A figure appeared.
‘I’m sorry, did I frighten you?’ came a voice.
‘No’ said Tom, even though he was completely the opposite.
‘Your new around here.’ Came the voice again.
‘Yes.’ Tom thought. ‘Are you the person who put the food out?’
‘Yes. Because you’re new.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Oh, sorry, I’m Rowan. You?’ said Rowan.
‘Me? Just Tom. And this here’s Kylobe.’
‘Who? Let me relight the fire.’
In the darkness of the night Tom saw the figure walk up to the
remnants of the fire. A few moments later the fire was lit and in the light Tom actually saw Rowan.
‘You’re, you’re a girl?’
‘Yes. Why? You’ve seen a girl before?’ Rowan replied.
Tom was amazed. Never had he seen a girl so wild before. She was
pale, like him, but she had red, auburn hair and a pair of hazel eyes.
‘Anyway, who’s this Kyme-whatsit person?’ she said.
‘Here he is…’ was the answer as Tom drew Kylobe out of his pocket.
‘and it’s Kylobe. He’s a Water Dragon.’
‘A Dragon! Wow! Where did you find him?’
‘I didn’t find him. He hatched out of an egg.’
‘What! Cool.’
‘Are dragons common?’ asked Tom.
‘Not very. But the most common is the Fire Dragon. So, do you know any other dragons?’
‘Sure, I know quite a few.’
Tom yawned.
‘Are you tired?’
‘Yup.’
‘Follow me then.’
She led him to a shelter of logs and such. There was a bed of sown grass, and it looked fairly stable.
‘Whoa, cool shelter.’ said Tom.
‘I know, I made it myself.’ she said, even though it was plainly obvious that she had.
Tom yawned again.
‘You go to sleep, I’ll get a fire going and I’ll keep watch.’
‘Okay.’ Said Tom, now too tired to talk.
So he went into the shelter to sleep.
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