GENRE: Children's Fantasy
Dragons are actually more curious than cats. They were proving it now, the hour before dawn in the land called Drualtys. In the darkest corners of the Dreugan caves, the dragons were pretending to sleep. Though they were very good pretenders, they could still not control the occasional twitch of excitement that tickled their ears as they eavesdropped on a very important conversation.
Eight clusters of fire the size of soccer balls were whizzing silently under the cavern's ceiling, giving light to an otherwise forebodingly black room.
"There are no words," said the man with eyes the color of fresh dew-dressed violets. His name was Benjamin Brown, and anxiety vibrated from his thin frame as he paced the red cave's floor. "How is a dad supposed to react in a situation like this?" He stopped and, with fear cold as ice flooding through his veins, snapped the shiny, black arrow he held in two. That same arrow hours before had pierced through his daughter's crib, missing the slumbering infant by mere inches. The poison that the arrow had been drenched in seeped through his leather gloves, sizzling quietly and leaving oozing green marks. Disgusted, Ben threw the arrow against the cave's wall, and the pieces rattled where they fell. Perched nearby, the phoenix they called Phyress eyed the broken arrow with ebony eyes and shook her majestic ruby and plum feathers as if in disapproval.