Heyy Its Alex, this isn't a proper story, its what my english teacher set for us, our task was to write an opening for George and the dragon using different styles and techniques that are supposed to have a dramatic and exciting effect.
I don't actually know the story and we were given the bare minimum, we were told that he captured it and in return for its death, he wanted to maintain churches and priests :S. So all that i have written here isn't copied, its just my interpretation.
Anyway, this is how I have started so far, its definatly not finished, but I wanted to put it up on wattpad to try and get some feedback, and if you do read it, please comment :)
Thanks!
George and the Firetongue:
I thrust my hand upward and grabbed hold of another rock that jutted out the side of the mountain.
The wind whirled around me in a mighty current, threatening to blow me away. My coat flapped in the wind and my hair was blown into my face and I heard the faint howl of a wolf.
One last time I reached up higher and held onto the opening of the cave. It was cold, so cold. The hard snow swirled in the wind, beating down on me.
My hands were blue, but I didn't let it stop me from hauling myself up and into the mouth of the cave. I lay there on the floor for a while, catching my breath. I don't think I've ever had to climb a whole mountain to get to a Firetongue before. But this one held so much power over the cowering village below, that it had perched itself at the highest point nearby and would sit here, in all its glory, waiting until it decided to feed again.
I finally inspected my hands.
I saw that they were cut and bruised, and taking on a rather worrying shade of deep purple. I rubbed them together, trying to warm them with friction as I stood up from where I lay. My legs were weak and i wobbled a bit as i started to walk deeper into the cave. Deeper into the darkness.
It was a perfect home for a Firetongue: dark, damp, isolated and with a huge opening, big enough to take off up into the air
Why was I doing this? I had to ask myself again, i always asked myself that before a fight.
"Because I was born to" I replied the voice in my subconscious. I spoke aloud, my voice sounded firm and confident, nothing like how I was feeling.
This was my purpose.
And I could have no help. I, and I alone, had to walk this earth with the burden of a Protector Of The Firetongue . A slayer. I was the only one left to do the job. There rest were all gone, after my father died, I was alone. Every member of The Protectors had been either killed, or died of old age with no children to keep our race going. Except me, I was still here, George Kingsley, son of William Kingsley, the last Protector at the age of 18.
I drew my sword.
And I did, in truth, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I kept walking deeper into the cave, staying side bye side with the damp rocky wall of the cave, feeling my way. The Moonlight stone in my pocket started to glow, the enchanted runes carved into them by my father pulsed in a steady beat as it sensed danger. I gripped my sword tighter and brought my Moonlight out and high up to show the way.
Suddenly i could see everything. In the icy glare of the Moonlight lit everything up. I looked down and stumbled back, gasping in shock. There, just seconds away from my feet. was a huge gaping hole that stretched all across the cave floor. I peered down into the black abyss and held my moonlight stone above it, careful to keep hold of it. I couldn't see the bottom. I stepped back again and started looking for a way across. There was none.
"I guess the only way is down then."
A familiar cry echoed through the damp air and rose up from the hole. The sound slammed into me and jolted me into perspective. My pulse was racing as I felt a surge of energy race through my veins.
Isis! She's down there!, I had to fine a way to get down there!
I begged that she would be able to cope and keep the monster distracted while I tried to get to them.
I scanned the edge of the drop for anything that might be of used and spotted a small ledge that poked out the side of the hole. Frantically running to it, I dropped to my knees and searched through the bag I carried on my back. I had packed a few things; Food, Medicine- incase the princess got hungry or injured- water, a dagger and- yes! A rope!
Tying a secure knot to the ledge and myself I stepped of the edge and sped down the hole as fast as I could without falling. I was half running half dropping down the endless pit, rushing to get to the bottom.
Another high shriek filled the air, this time closer. From the faint illumination coming from the moonlight stone in my pocket I could make out dark spatters on the walls around me. The stench hit me and I gagged but then clamped my mouth shut, I would not be sick. Rotting flesh of animals and the rich coppery musk of blood filled the air around me, leaving a salty metallic taste on my tongue as I tried breathing through my mouth.
Bile had risen to the back or my thought but with effort I swallowed it back down again.
"This is disgusting" I croaked.
My feet then suddenly touched the ground.
There was silence. The silence was deafening, my ears were ringing. I could hear my heartbeat and every intake of breath. The hairs rose on my arms and neck, my fingers tingling. my senses were suddenly sharpened. I was in hunting mode. I brought my Moonlight stone out of my pocket again and turned it three times in my hand, making the light even brighter. the bottom of the hole was now illuminated by a dazzling bright light.
