Royal vs Dragon

Chapter 1

Devon:

We entered the palace in a hurry through the two large golden decorated double doors.

I turned around and called to Darren, "Come on, already! We're in a hurry here!" I waved my arm at Darren in a "come on" motion. "We've got to go and warn my father as soon as possible!" I turned back around and continued to hurry in a bit of a run. I had to get there as soon as possible. Just one more set of doors, which are at the end of this long hallway, and then we'll be there, I thought.

We entered through the last pair of identical double doors and into the throne room where my father almost always resides. He was sitting in his chair listening to some complaint that a commoner had to tell the king. This seemed to happen a lot, lately. Actually, for as long as I can remember, since I was a little boy, this has been going on a lot. Everyone who was in the throne room stopped what they were doing and turned towards the double doors to see who has interrupted this procession, which was me and Darren. We left the doors open behind us and walked up to the king.

"Father," I said and bowed down low at the waist to him when I managed to come up to him far enough that was appropriate. Darren bowed down low too. "Father," I repeated, lifting my head up, "We have a problem." He mentioned for me to go on with the gesture with one of his hands and his scepter. I took a deep breath and said to him, "We have a dragon on the loose that had started destroying the Royal Forest."

The king looked taken aback. His face turned pale and he started to slump down in his chair.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked in a weak voice.

"Positive," I said. "We saw it when we were going out to do our weekly hunting." I gestured with my head in a side nod when I turned my head to look at Darren so that he could confirm what I had just said to my father.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he said, "Yes, sir. We did."

The king looked defeated even more if that was possible, which I thought wasn't until I saw it with my own two eyes. My father isn't usually like this. Usually, he is all high and mighty and brave and like, "Let's do this!" But, surprisingly, he's not, with this news.

"Well," he said while rubbing his beard thoughtfully with his fingers. "Let's see what we can do."

That gave me some relief, and I took a sigh of relief, and got up. Darren did the same, and we left, closing the double doors behind us.

Kaylee:

When I was close to my house on my way back from my walk to hopefully cool down, I saw a small crowd that was circling around something that was around my house. I hurried over to see what it was. And what it was broke my heart. My father was lying on the ground, unmoving. I shoved my way through to get to him. People protested as I did so, but too bad, this was my house and my father lying on the ground. I knelt my his side and picked him up with my hands and rested his head on my lap. He managed to open his eyes, but not for long. He winced as in pain and clutched at his left side to where I thought that his heart should be. Maybe there was something wrong there. He closed his eyes again, and didn't wake up again.

There was a doctor by my side, and he said that he had died, and that the most likely cause was from a heart attack, judging from the way that he had reacted while clutching at his heart. I started crying great, big sobs once he proclaimed that my father had just died. I know that he wasn't home that much, and that he gambled away the extra money that we had left over from after the bills and food were paid for, but I still loved him to some degree.

Once the crowd dispersed and left, the doctor touched my shoulder with his hand in a gentle and comforting way, and got back up and dropped his hand and left, leaving me behind alone with my dead father. My dead mother was still in the house too. I would have to bury them on my own.

I got up and had to drag my father inside the house. Once I entered the house with my father in tow, I could smell the strong scent of death in the air. It was almost unbearable. I guess that this is what happens when you don't take care of the dead and leave them lying around in your house for too long. Where I ended up laying him is right next to Mother, who was still on the couch, but I laid my father on the floor instead. There was no room left on the couch, unless I could somehow lift him up onto the top of it, which I was pretty sure that I couldn't.

"Oh, Father," I cried into my hands while standing up. I lifted my head from my hands and said, "Why did you have to die too, on the same day as my mother. This wasn't supposed to happen." I cried into my hands again, and knelt down again. I cried for what I thought was probably about another five to ten minutes or so. Then, I got up again and ended up grabbing a shovel and brought it outside and started digging their graves in the back yard. That took about an hour to dig both graves. I set the shovel to the side, away from the holes that I just dug for their graves, and went back inside to drag first my father and then my mother outside to their final resting place. I set them in their graves, picked up the shovel and started putting the dirt and grass back in the holes that I dug. Once that was done, I went back inside the house and decided to try and get some sleep, even though I thought that it would be nearly impossible to do so. But surprisingly enough, it was rather easy. Once I got into bed and put my head on my pillow, I went right to sleep.