Dragon Report.

Out of all the fascinating species of dragon, from the Deadly Space Dragon, to the Miniature Flower Dragon, the most intriguing is probably the Molten Lava Dragon. The reason for this is its flaming personality.

This red, winged mischievous dragon is always on fire, in name, and in nature! In fact, it can even light up the tips of its flaming red feathers! Many witnesses of this feisty fire demon have declared that it is the size of an Asian Elephant, but according to recent discovery, it is only the size of a domestic cat! Also, their eyes are empty, and black as smoke, but their personality is on fire! Typically, the Molten Lava Dragon is a small, feathery flaming red dragon with a long thin tail and large black wings. The reason for its jet black, leathery wings is so that at midnight, when prowling about, its wings cannot be seen. Why would it not want its wings to be seen? This is one of its many techniques to get a good nip at human blood. It pretends that it is injured, with no wings, so that humans come closer to investigate this tiny, yet extraordinary creature. However, they are yet to find out that this creature is not bleeding, but is about to make them do the same. The Molten Lava Dragon may be tiny, but it is full of mischief. Many are capable of almost everything, given the title of the world’s smallest dragon, so they can squeeze into small gaps. Interestingly, these creatures are slightly bird-like: they have feathers, quite a slim snout and very big wings compared to its body. Their pitch black eyes may be a dull colour, but they are the shape of the full moon, and can turn into laser beams! This creature has webbed feet and thick, protective feathers: perfect for swimming in lava!

Where can you find a Molten Lava Dragon? The Molten Lava Dragon lives in places where it is almost impossible for humans to find them. According to popular belief, it is just good luck, and that it does not know anything about hiding from humans, but apparently, these dragons have also taken the title for the worlds cleverest dragon. This was discovered when some elderly couple were having their dinner in their garden, and a whole army of Molten Lava Dragons zoomed into their garden and began ricocheting off the walls, serpentine bodies flailing, and setting everything on fire. This was smart, because there were security cameras all over the walls! What Dragonologists are trying to discover, is how they did it! You can also find them in volcanoes. This is an extremely popular habitat for Molten Lava Dragons, as it is luxury! Hot lava to bathe in, rocky ridges to nest on, sheltered alcoves to lay eggs in, plenty of tunnels leading to the supply of igneous rock…all ticked off inside volcanoes. However, some of the most important, or popular, Molten Lava Dragons live at the very centre of the Earth. Too hot for humans, their sharp minds bounce happily in their skulls at the thought that they were safe and cosy, nestled in the soft soil and lava, and above, the other dragons flap around, vacantly, trying to keep their nests stable in waterfalls, the hot sunshine burning their scales.

What are the Molten Lava Dragon’s purpose? Molten Lava Dragons only really have two purposes. 1. To take care of all the volcanoes and lava. 2. To cause destruction. The second reason isn’t really useful to mankind. It is just a problem. Their absolute favourite is their amusing game of hiding inside a Catherine Wheel and zooming into the sky. Once fifty feet up, they nose dive back down and spit lightning at the crowd of people watching the fireworks. Although it may not seem fun, the Molten Lava Dragons consider it an honour to be asked to do this by their leader. Typically, they have long jet black tongues, which they can stretch 20, 0000 feet up. This gives them the ability to frighten people by worming their tongues up out of the ground and licking them.

The main worry is that just a few days ago, a group of Dragonologists discovered that underground, at the very heart of the world, lies the leader of all the Molten Lava Dragons. Apparently, this dragon is as big as a humpback whale! They said that it looked just like the others, except that it had a golden breast and was much larger with jagged teeth like tent pegs.

The feathery clouds hovered over the skyship, as though they were the sails, too, and a pale moon was just rising into the sky.

The skyship drifted, slowly, through the beautiful twilight. Felicity noticed that the rest of the crew were probably recovering from the shock of the dragon attack that they had experienced just a few days before, and they seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet. The only noise was the soothing song of the wind, and the occasional voices of the crew mending the last patches on the sails. Felicity was perched on a bench, peering over the side of the ship, wandering how high up they were.

She didn’t know where Kitty had gone. Felicity expected that she was feeding the tiny cat that she had adopted, Hatty.

‘Hello, Felicity,’ came a voice from behind her. Felicity spun around to see Kitty heading towards her, a bundle of cloth cradled in her arms like a baby. Felicity guessed that Hatty was swaddled in these cloths.

She and Kitty sat in silence for a while, gazing out at the golden sunset. The sky turned from pink to orange, from orange to dark blue, but still they sat, staring at the sky.

Felicity snapped out of her day dream. She and Kitty had been sitting there for hours on end, and they hadn’t realised that it was dark!

‘Kitty!’ Felicity exclaimed.

Kitty shot her an alarmed glance. Felicity yanked Kitty’s clothes and they began hurrying back towards their cabins, when there was an excruciating sound from behind them, like nails being run down a blackboard. Felicity stiffened. The mist surrounding the skyship and the sudden howling of the wind gave her the impression that this wasn’t going to be good. She shrunk into the corner, eyes growing wide. Had one of the dragons managed to sneak on board? Was Kitty going to dash in the direction of whatever she’d heard like she had done last time, or did she have more sense in her, this time. Surprisingly, Kitty slunk into the shadows beside Felicity. The pair huddled there, trembling as the tempestuous storm raged above their heads, and the incessant falling of rain kept them alert.

Suddenly, a small mew rang out. Kitty’s eyes widened, and Felicity knew she was thinking of Hatty. The squeak came again, this time louder.

‘Hatty?’ called Kitty, aloud, but there was no response.

A spotty paw stretched, warily, out of the mist. Kitty scrambled onto her knees and began calling for Hatty, but the paw retreated back into the mist.

Just as they turned around to hurry back into their cabins and pretend it was all a dream, a silhouette emerged from the fog.

Kitty’s eyes widened, and she let out a piercing shriek, but Felicity didn’t make a sound. This appeared to be Hatty!

She smacked Kitty, playfully.

‘It’s only your cat!’ she squealed.

Kitty stopped screeching and scrutinised the cat. ‘Oh, yes,’ she muttered. ‘Indeed it is. But look in her mouth!’

It was Felicity’s turn to study the cat. There, dangling from her mouth, was a tiny kitten!