Chapter 13
There. Before my eyes. He stood a mighty dragon as tall as the
heavens. He didn’t have scales, no, but
he did have millions of jagged crystals covering him from the tip of his lip to
the very end of his serpent like tail.
His eyes held the vicious glare of Medusa, glowing, yet never turning
anything to stone. He wore a crown of ten
golden, perfectly pointed stain glass spears with a twinkling oval shaped
sapphire holding them together. The
sapphire was surrounded by more gold stain glass which was built into his
crystalized skull. He had wings at least
a sequoia tree in length per wing. Each
wing also had a pine needle length crystal spine on their tips, held by the
thinnest of glass wings. There was none,
if little color to the dragon. His body was
completely clear with no veins, muscles, bones, or heart, as was his head. How could he be alive?
“G-Gwen?”
I asked, shaking.
“Yes?”
she replied.
“What
do I do?” I whispered, my voice cracking underneath my breath.

“Don’t
even try Annabelle,” Gwen whispered to me, folding her hands neatly across her
skirt. I nodded, knowing I had obviously
embarrassed Gwen. Heaven knows what she
was thinking of me at that moment.
The dragon growled slightly before
letting out a deep groan, sounding of disappointment.
“My
daughter,” The Keeper growled again, specifically at Gwen, eyes cold.
“H-huh?”
Gwen asked in nervous confusion.
“My
daughter, give her to me. Now!” He
roared, like the winds of a hurricane.
Gwen quickly blinked back tears which the dragon’s short temper had
brought to her eyes. That’s when her
fists clenched and her face turned scarlet.
I backed up into the bush again knowing
something was going to go down and I didn’t want to be in the midst of it. I peered out through a hole on one of the
leaves as Gwen walked over towards the dragon, her head held high. Then that’s when things went downhill. Fast!
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