The Last Ones

Chapter 8

A/N Ive been thinking of revising the entire book. Not for like plot or anything but for quality. I know im not the best writer so im just putting it out there. It would have more detail and more insight. Just think about it ;) Leave a comment too.

"I didnt think those were real..."I whisper. Ive heard fairy tales of them, you know from when your stuck in daycare that extra hour so the caretaker tells a story. I loved those, especially the ones about werewolves. However i always noticed that they never mentioned werecats. I was heartbroken but mother said it was all for the best that they didnt find out about our species. Of course i knew that werewolves and werecats are real, but i never could think a dragon existed. So of course my jaw was hanging open when it suddeny appeared behind Alon. "Aleris...whats going on? I-I thought t-that those werent-" "real?", I finished for him. I slowly drag my hand away from my side and point to Alon, well behind her anyway. One eyebrow goes up on her freckled face but she slowly turns around. The two boys next to her do the same. The teenage boys shriek, i flinch, and they take off towards the house. But strangly, Alon stays perfectly still and reaches her hand up to its forehead. "Mannix.." "Yeah?" "I thought dragons were bigger. Its the same height as her." I take it all in. The dragon is white, with a lean body, but instead of dinosaur like dragons, it stands on four legs with massive talons on each toe. "Its cute." I shrug. "Definetly not like the stories." Mannix aggrees. I miss those days where i didnt have to worry about werewolves and now...dragons. I guess ive upgraded from frying pan to fire. I look around and notice the boys still hiding, one of them, the one with brown hair was wimpering slightly. He seems wimpy but hey, after all thats happened, i seem pretty brave. Alon keeps gently strking its forehead and creepily, the giant lizard starts purring. Mannix chuckles and slowly walks toward her but he stops at her shoulder. Her long beautiful red hair is dip dyed blond at the end and in the slight wind thats picking up, it almost looks like flames. I wish i could have hair like that. But i flip my brownish black hair and strut over although i dont go as far as mannix. As i stand aware behind mannix, he starts a conversation with the ginger. "Hey." "Hello?" He repeats. Maybe she has horrible hearing. Wait, whats she holding in her hand? A white, slightly ripped, piece of paper was shaking in the breeze but she held it firmly. Yet she still hand her brow furrowed. Mannix was starting to read over his shoulder but i couldnt get a full view. All i can see is "New Island" and "messenger". "Mannix. Whats it say?" Mannix calmly reaches over Alon and grabs the note. He stands next to me so i can read it but he still speaks outloud," Remaining werecats, we are out of hope. We need you to return home because you are the last of us. We sent this messenger, his name is Akel. He will be friendly until pushed into his limits. Please return to us." At the bottom, a folded peice of paper was taped to the letter. I grab it and unfold it, but im shocked when its a map, with a clear path for us to follow. I hear mannix sigh as i fold it back up and put it in my jeans pocket. "What do we do?" I ask, still in shock. Mannix just stands there. Im glad im not the only one confused. Alon still stares dreamily at the dragon. Why is no one doing anything? I always have to lead, dont I? Oh well, when i become famous, ill get all the credit. "Mannix? What are we going to do?" Mannix looks away, out towards the broken fence the cop cars had come through. I hadnt relized that before. At least we dont have to scale the fence again, I think i have a splinter. I grab Mannixs hand and pull him away from Alon, towards the gate. i open it and rush towards the street where i try to track our friends. They have to know the news. Its time to go home.

A/N Im trying to improve my writing style so stick with me! I hope its not getting confusing. Lol I love you guys!