Giulia Trevisol
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Tale of a queen a warrior and a special one
Cloe: There weren’t always dragons in the valley… but now everything is different. Many years ago, after the Great War, the planet start changing , people have changed and the valley was a peaceful spot to leave on. But then the community witnessed the rise of the dragon. Everything started with an earthquake. It was insane, brutal. Dragons were popping out from the bowel of earth like mushrooms after a good rain. They set everything on fire, they killed so many… people tryed to escape and hide… the survivors ended up in the cave of Hope, silently waiting for some miracle to save them. In the most desperate moments they were looking up to the sky and pray…my grandparents were among them. They were just kids at the time … when They came. The Draconians. They came from the sky with giant spaceships, they landed in the middle of the valley. They could communicate with the dragons, they caught them all and they took them away. They freed people and taught us a new way of life. They were just and ruled our world since. Only few dragons are still here but they are pets… Draconians ride them. Our new queen is draconian, she was young when she was put in charge of the valley. Only 150 years old and she will be still here when my grandchildren will be old, for they live about 500 years. She is nice and friendly as a queen can be. She rides a purple dragon called Bullet and her name is Anasis. The Draconians evolved from dragons billions of years ago like us human from monkeys. They have reptile skin and eyes. Their voices are deep. Their planet is very far and their mission is to go around the universe and collect all dragons. They never told us what for or how life is there… we don’t know why… we don’t know enough about them. They won’t say and we never asked. We were so happy they saved us that we just did what we have been told. What we know is that every year, on the day of Salvation, ten teens between 15 and 19 are chosen. They leave in the spaceship and never come back. Draconians say it’s an honor to be chosen. I guess people at that time though it was a reasonable compromise. Peace and wellness in exchange of 10 lives every year. This year I have been choosen. My name is Cloe and I’m writing this diary while I wait to leave my own planet and everything I know… I don’t know if today will be my last day on earth or my very last day ever. I’m 17 and I’m scared.
By Giulia Trevisol4 years ago in Fiction
