It was a hot summer night when the stranger walked up the path toward the village. His cloak flapped in the wind, and he tried not to make any noise so he would not wake up the beasts in the woods.
He carried a small bundle, which he took care to hide from the wind. Every now and then, the bundle moved. But it didn't make a sound.
He reached the top of the mountain, and looked toward the village. All of the windows were dark. The last house to the right. That was it.
He knocked on the wooden door and flinched as the sound echoed through the night. But no lights went on. The windows stayed dark.
The door creaked open. A man and his wife stood, their faces full of expectancy. The stranger held out the bundle.
"Here she is," he said, his voice soft. They all looked down.
A little baby, a girl, looked back up at them. She was no more than a few days old, and her bright blue eyes blinked sleepily. The thin wisps of red hair that were growing on her head waved in the wind.
"This is Ella," the stranger said.
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The Dragon Scale
FantasyElla was different from all the village girls and she knew it. She didn't understand their games. She didn't look like her parents. She didn't seem to belong. But one day, she discovered her secret. Of why she looked different. Of why she didn't bel...
