[Sample of published book]
Welcome, to the sizable world of Pocket Dragons.
For thousands of years, the Pocket Dragons have been sharing the Earth with humans. Spread out all over the world, they survive in the cities, in forests, in places frozen...
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Angus Ailyll drowsily awoke, his face and legs buried deep into something soft, wooly, and somewhat smelly.
He lifted his scaly green head, blinking the sleep from his golden eyes then staring blankly at the sea of pungent rolling fuzzy whiteness before him.
The sea of fuzzy whiteness let out a baaaaaaaaa. Several others proceeded to follow suit. Angus sighed and plopped his head back into the soft wool. He had fallen asleep on a sheep. Again.
They were just too comfortable.
Mobile beds the Irish pocket dragons liked to call them. The dragons were so small that they could easily conk out on one of them and have a warm, comfortable sleeping place for the night. The only disadvantage was the tendency for one to fall asleep one place, then wake up somewhere entirely different. Ahhh... It was worth it though... He thought contentedly.
He lifted his head to scan the area. Angus could be halfway across Ireland for all he saw. Endless fields and rolling hills of green, dotted by the occasional fluffy white sheep divided by hedges and fences and large bushy plants with orange flowers on them. The occasional building also speckled the area, and he could see a road going down the side of the pasture he was in.
But he was not, in fact, in the other side of Ireland, for sheep could only go so far in one night plus the fact that they had a limited roaming area. The causeway could be no more than a few miles from here.
The Giants Causeway was his home of sorts. He would steal scraps from the cafe or the visitor's leftovers, then he got to spend the rest of the day spooking the tourists - for by some happy chance, he had remarkable similarity to the dragon spoken of in the legend of the creation of the Giant's Causeway. His scales were multiple shades of rich green, and his glittering golden eyes accented them. His twisting horns were also gold, to match his gold glimmering chestplates. His talons were a sheer sharp black, though he mostly used them for clutching the wooly backs of sheep as he slept.
He looked again towards the other sheep, and noticed there were fewer pocket dragons napping on their backs than usual when he would get up in the morning. He had been noticing fewer dragons of late, though no one thought much of it- They weren't a clan or community, just a group of dragons that liked to sleep on the same sheep herd for safety. It wasn't uncommon for a dragon to decide they wished to leave, then do so without any notice whatsoever. Yet there were definitely fewer dragons around... Oh no, I wonder if I've slept in... He thought. He usually preferred to get to the Causeway early before they opened for tourists, mostly so that he could fly right in and not be seen.
Angus turned his head towards the sky to look for the position of the sun. Aye, that's not good, he murmured in his head as he saw the grey, cloudy sky, no sun to be seen. That is really, really not good! It was definitely going to rain today- and soon.
It was very difficult for a tiny creature such as himself to fly in the rain: the raindrops would splatter down on their little wings and body and force them back down the ground eventually.
If he wanted to get to the Causeway today, where he could hide in the tourist building to keep dry, he would have to leave quickly, or risk getting caught out in the middle of nowhere with no shelter from the freezing cold.
Not wasting a moment, he detangled himself from the sheep's wool and launched into the sky, furiously beating his little wings to get there before the clouds broke. The green field rolled by beneath him, no end in sight. He knew he wasn't far- he just had to keep following the field...
A raindrop splattered on his nose, but he kept flying. Then another on his back, then another on his wing...
The clouds unleashed their bounty.
Rain splattered all over him, and water was dripping down his scales. Not good not good! He knew he couldn't be able to keep up flying much longer, so he angled himself for a sheep barn not too far away. Already, he could see farmers driving their livestock into the barn.
He swooped down, gliding into the open barn door above the head of the farmer without being seen. Usually humans didn't mind, but it didn't hurt to be careful. The intensified smell of sheep greeted him once inside. By the raging sea this is terrible, he mentally complained. He hovered for a moment, looking for any place that might be slightly less pungent inside the barn. Flapping his wings, he soared up into the loft, full of pleasant-smelling hay for the animals. It wasn't exactly the causeway, but it would do until the rain stopped. Well this has been interesting morning, hasn't it? He thought with a sigh. Yet there's no sense complaining about it now. He decided.
Angus landed on the straw scattered ground, looking for a good place to settle down and hide for a while when he heard the creaking of wood behind him. He whipped around and saw the shadow of a farmer climbing the stairs to the loft in the wall.
He quickly scanned around for someplace to hide. He spotted a little box in the corner of the loft, and bolted for it, racing in the loping run of a dragon, and darted inside the box.
Clang!
And suddenly he was enveloped in darkness.
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