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Chapter 11, Can't

I slept. Then, I heard fighting outside. I got up. I was incredibly sore. Brea was asleep. Then a dragon figure came in and collapsed on a rock. It was a girl my age. Her wings were blue and black, but she was bleeding. She was in PJs just like me. I knew she didn't know we were there with her. "Why Mom, why Dad?" she asked quietly. I noticed she didn't have horns like Brea, and she looked more like a human girl. I had to help. I got the first-aid kit and opened it. I took the bandages out and walked over to her. Her arms, feet, and wings were all bleeding. "Hi, I'm Sarah," I said to her. She kept looking at me. "I'm Olivia," she whispered.

Olivia was hurt and I had to help. I careful bandaged her cuts and wounds. She didn't cry or yell. I was glad too. The other people could of heard us if she yelled. She felt cold. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt and long pants. "Are you cold?" I asked. "I'm never cold," she said, "I'm an ice dragon." "Oh," I replied, "How did you get here?" "My grandparents are normal people, and my parents were dragon people. They're the leaders, so they don't have much time for me. They sent me from the dragon world to here. I'm supposed to stay here for two years. I even learned to make myself look human," Olivia replied. She relaxed a bit. Brea came up. "Who you?" she asked. "I'm Olivia," Olivia told Brea. "Me Brea," Brea replied. "Well, nice to meet you Phoebe," Olivia said. "Her name is Brea," I told her. "Oh. It sounded like Phoebe," Olivia said with a small laugh.

Laughing. When she laughed, I laughed. It made me feel good. Suddenly, we were all silent. A bomb went off nearby. "We need to get out of here," Olivia said. I nodded. "Brea and I can fly," Olivia said, "Is there a way you can?"

----A Few Minutes Later----

Olivia is caring me above the clouds. My feet are hanging. I'm holding her hands and she's flying. Brea is flying and singing behind us. "Mary had a little lamb, little tiny lamb," she sang. She obviously didn't know the song. Below us was a few dragon people and people fighting. The dragons were winning. Suddenly, a huge real dragon flew in front of us. "Can you turn into a full dragon?" I asked quickly. "Not all of us can," she replied. "Good job, Olivia and Brea," said the dragon, "Throw her in the dungeon." I looked at them. Olivia winked at me as if to say she wasn't going to do that. "I'll show you the way," said the dragon. He started flying in a direction that told me where we were going-towards the old castle. Its dungeon was still usable.