How She Writes

As promised, here is the short story I have been working on. It has dragons, danger, and a hero who never wanted to save the day. This is one of my shorter stories. If you like fiction, but not the time commitment, this is for you. *** It was said that the people of Cavlan Valley were survivors. They survived a disease that stole many of their own, and they survived the oppressive presence of the dragons that dwelled in their mountains. And that is why, as Nate walked down the market's narrow street, he kept a firm grip on his two thirteen-year-old brothers. Elliot squirmed. “You don't have to hold onto us you know. We won't run off ” Nate didn't remove his grip.  “I'm not worried about that, I'm protecting you. ” “ We don't need protecting. ” Isaac piped up. “It's not like we're in any danger from- ” “Dragons! Dragon attack!” As the cry went up, Nate pushed down his rising terror and pulled his brothers towards the mill, the o...

Morgan crouched low to the ground and followed her target with her eyes. He trampled the underbrush underfoot with a confident stride, not bothering to step carefully or cover his tracks. Convenient, but incredibly foolish. Any lingering doubt as to his identity was extinguished when he sauntered into the camp and exchanged his plain cotton jacket, for a navy blue coat with medals down the front. Randall Mahoney, Colonel of the Vakril army, kept up a brisk pace as he strolled through the camp, and ducked into a large tent. Morgan scaled a tree and observed the goings on carefully from the safety of her perch. This particular end of the camp was mostly empty, or it would be if it weren’t for the guards circling the perimeter looking for intruders. Intruders like her. A distraction was clearly in order. She pulled a small stone from her pocket and waited until only one guard was in sight before throwing it as hard as she could into the trees. When the guard stopped t...