"Go to bed, Isabell." My mother said.
"No!" My four year old self protested.
"Eeeooooaaaah!" A beautiful call sounded down from the mountains.
"What's that?" I asked innocently.
"The dragon call. You were born during this exact moment four years ago." My mother whispered.
"Why is it calling?" I asked.
"To try to lure children to their deaths!" My mother teased, tickling my sides. I didn't like it when she did that. Even at age four, I sensed the dragon had a different motive for it's beautiful song.
Maybe the dragon is calling for help, or is telling the world about the sadness on that mountain.
"Eeeooooaaaah!" It called again.
I listened quietly to its song and then the sound started to fade into the background of cricket chirps and owl hoots.
I sighed as my mother put a hand on my shoulder." Now let's go to sleep before the dragon comes and takes you away from me!" She hugged me tightly and turned the lights out.
I closed my eyes, but the sound seemed to come from all around me, beckoning me. I used the blanket to cover my ears and quickly fell asleep.
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Dragonsong Book 1
FantasyFor hundreds of years all who lived in Isabell's village feared the call of the dragon. When Isabell follows the sound, she discovers a secret that was not meant for mortal men. ARTWORK BY CYBORGNAIAD!! Completed***
