The low grumbling came from the woods.

“Let’s go! I know we aren’t meant to leave the ship but I need to see what it is.” Winky gave her an okay-do-what-you -want-but-I’m -staying-here look.”Do what you please but if it’s amazing treasure then it’s all mine!” exclaimed Morgan.

As Morgan set off towards the mysterious sound.

City of Dragons

Hundreds of generations before Morgan had explored far away lands, it was now her turn. Her stepmother and her had moved to the city to escape her past, but Morgan knew it was in her blood. Nothing- well at least human –could stop her

She ran as fast as her legs could let her. After months of hiding from the crew, Morgan and her cat were inches away from being discovered. ’You can do this Winky’ she said in a hushed tone, ‘ Just imagine what could happen if you chased that mouse. We would be thrown overboard ! We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?’

Abruptly, the ship started rocking. This was quite ordinary on the Salty Solomon as it used to be a sea-based ship until a young inventor called Morrigan Snow decided to create a flying version. It wasn’t successful but Captain Cronwell still put it to use.

This time the rocking was different: it was stronger. Rays of searing light began to pierce through the clouds ,distracting  the crew. Morgan took Winky and ran to their secret hiding spot but curiosity took over and ran to the railings. The light sliced through the sky-ship making it become two. ‘No!’ screeched Morgan. She and Winky were now left to their own devices.

Chapter 2

Morgan stared down in horror , knowing that she  was about to meet her end, yet Winky was calm . Morgan grabbed Winky by the paw and ran to their secret spot but it was to late ; the crew saw them Every second, the ground rushed closer and closer towards them . Captain Cronwell’s hands went white  with effort as she wrestled the tiler so that the Salty Solomon had a safe descent. At that moment, if everything had gone to plan, they would be flying over dragons peak but instead they were plummeting to their death.

The ship landed with a crash, throwing them to the ground ,destroying the bottom half of the wooden craft and yet they survived. Splinters of wood showered  the ship. As Morgan heaved her body, she peered out of a crack in the wall.

“ Excuse me , sorry to disturb but, who are you?” said a shy voice.

“Please don’t hurt me!” begged Morgan.

“Of course not, why would I? Come on let’s go outside.” Outside ,tremendous mountains ruled the terrain; the sun hid behind the snow caps. Splashing loudly in the distance, a waterfall hid behind the undergrowth. Wind ruffled through her obsidian hair as she gazed at the beautiful surroundings. The sounds of nature emerged from the trees.

A moment later, the engine spluttered loudly. ”Come on, let’s find some resources.  I ain’t the best the best at living of land but I know a thing or two about it.” She saw something in the corner of her eye…

A sizzling sword from the inner depths of the sun to keep me warm during the coldest winter and defeat the ice dragons.

A jar filled with the rarest remedy, made of unicorn tears and dragon breath, it can heal the deepest of wounds.

A pair of mystical boots which have the power to cross mountains in seconds.

A  favourite sandwich to remind me of home.

A measly flute- stolen from the goblins – which summons fairies to win great battles.

A charmed umbrella which controls the weather .

A cloak which grants you with the power of flight to fly away from your enemies.

A lasso  to capture the greatest beasts.

A four leaf clover to grant me luck in my battles.

A mystical journal which brings  every thing I wish to life.

Arising with the sunrise, the time dragon prowls across the vivid sky like a swooping hawk.

Wrapping his leathery wings around the sacred tree, he resumes his place as the defender of time.

From its putrid lair, he unleashes balls of fire upon the innocent creatures below .

In the darkness, the beast’s emerald eyes shine like pearls at the bottom of the ocean.

He looks upon the forests at the passing of the seasons.

His cavernous nostrils are like volcanoes in his skin.

Threatening his prey , with horns like semetars, it lunges forwards with excellent speed.

Growling loudly, revealing a set of yellow- stained teeth dripping with blood.

Behind him he leaves the remenants of all his victims and a moment in time.