Dragon Blood

Dragon Blood

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One sunny day a teenager was walking back from school he was singing to him self his favorite music when he was stoped by sudden, unexpected storm so he ruched his say in the forest there was a small path with trees above so he didn't get wet will he as walking a purple glow caught the corner of his eye so he turned in the direction of the purple glow and there he saw it a giant purple crystal surouded by some old obsidion like ruins even thought he knew get away and worn an adulte his mind and senses were saying <go, go touche the sacred stone> again and again in his head. And then he touches it and as soon as he touched it he heard à big boom and another boom and another at that point he décided to look behind him ant there it was a purple dragon and then..... O wait we would' t want you to know the HOLE story without reading it now would we.
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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