Edrylin was barefoot and starving when her mother found her all a fret.
She promptly swooped her up and took her to nurture her with her dragonet.
Her brother Milartu and she learned the wisdom of their caring mother
She knew her days were numbered and they would help each other
Milartu was not easy on his little sister, he wanted her to be strong, this little earth-one.
She was light of foot, and when they fought, he was careful for her abject fierceness was like the sun.
Edrylin although born of the weak, was a trainable-flesh-warrior worthy of a foe.
She was extremely light of foot, and when they fought, Milartu knew she would not fight slow.
When the day of the real battle came, they stood back to back, these magnificent two.
Brother and sister, maybe not forged by the same womb, but raised by a wise dragon who knew…
Fighting the enemies with a terribleness neither understood until that day they had.
When the smoke cleared and the bodies lay in heaps, smoldering, both were extremely glad!
Categories:
dragonet, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Narrative