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Found a dragon

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By Ada ZubaPublished 4 years ago 3 min read
Found a dragon
Photo by Julius Drost on Unsplash

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Grace dragged her camera bag up the hill, she was almost there. She had crossed fields, slept in weird places that made her back ache and all for what? All to make the greatest documentary ever. Grace’s shoes were worn and dirty, her legs have not seen a razor since she left home. Her hair a tangled messy bun. This is what she was going to make a documentary about the valley dragons. Hopefully, she would get back alive though. She could hear the far-off cries of the valley dragons they were speaking to one another. She quickly set up her camouflage tent and waited. Grace felt a breeze coming from somewhere.

Slowly, she turned her head and there in front of her was a blue valley dragon hovering over her tent. Grace’s heart leapt into her throat and she held her breath. Her ears were pounding in her head. Her face felt hot and she could imagine it turning red. It was a male dragon he had bright blue scales with green specks. His eyes were yellow like amber stones. Grace could smell burning coal as he hovered closer to her tent. He let out a low growl and he flew away quickly. Grace grabbed her camera and she pointed it towards the dragon. She hit the record button as the dragon flipped in mid-air and vanished into the valley trees. She kept the recording going, carefully watching the area where the dragon had flown into. As she was looking through the camera she noticed a rustle in the trees, she zoomed in her lens, but it was only a flock of birds. Grace waited some more and the sunset started to settle down into the valley. The orange and pink whispers of the sun faded into blackness.

Then, the dragons emerged, each of them swooping in and out of the valley forest. Diving in and out it almost looked like dragons dancing in the night sky. Grace recorded as best she could, but the camera was not picking up the dragons in the dark sky. She put her camera away and watched them hunt for squirrels or birds. She watched them all night. The morning sun started to wake up once more painting the sky in brilliant highlighter pinks and yellows and eventually growing into light blue colour. The dragons stopped the hunting. Grace was once again alone with her camera. No wonder, no one had done any documentaries about dragons. Maybe she could move closer to the dragons? They were dangerous, but she did have dragon spray and was well equipped with a dagger and a sword and according to other dragon watchers that's the best way to survive if they decided to attack. Grace packed her tent up and approached the valley to get a closer look at the dragons.

As she approached the forest, she heard a rustling, immediately Grace stopped in her tracks, and she froze. She could smell the scent of burning coals once again. Grace could feel a slight change in the wind and she could hear wings flapping in the wind, she did not dare to turn around. Sweat started to run down her back and down her face. The dragon turned and faced her, he looked her dead in the eyes. Grace no longer felt afraid of the sharp-toothed creature. His eyes were bright green with flecks of silver, his scales gleamed a lavender and ocean hue. The wings were leather and beautiful. it breathed out some smoke into her face and Grace choked a little. The dragon seemed amused by this and gave a soft sound. Very carefully, Grace started to back up the dragon noticed her movement and his wings gave a flap and he screeched loudly in her face.

"I just want to take a picture," Grace explained to the dragon, even though she felt ridiculous explaining it to the dragon, he seemed to understand her. Grace went into her bag and pulled out her camera and snapped the photo of him, the flash went off and he shook his head and breathed out fire right next to Grace.

"Okay, I will leave," said Grace, and the dragon flipped in the air and took off into the forest. Grace stood in utter amazement. This could be something, she thought to herself as she was hiking back to her cabin. This was going to be a success. She breathed in the air and smiled.

Fantasy

About the Creator

Ada Zuba

Hi everyone! here to write and when I’m not writing, I’m either looking for Wi-Fi or avoiding real-world responsibilities. Follow along for a mix of sarcasm, random observations, and whatever nonsense comes to mind. "We're all mad here"

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