Dragons

• Ava Murray, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2018

Blue. That was all there was in the world. An unending sky and a never stopping ocean. Two mighty forces, the patience and rage of the new-born world. The slow turning of the darkening sky and the rushed crash of the waves slapping the water. Then came the first of them. A thing of light and movement that split into two. They both grew wings but one pair was of flesh and tendons and the other of bone and feathers. Their bodies lengthened and their limbs stretched. Until one was made of scales like glowing opals and the other with a skin of feathers like spun silk. Where a vicious maw finished the head of one body, a slender snout topped the other. A spiked tail swayed behind both beings and horns crowned their heads. Though the biggest change was yet to come. One graced the waters of the sea and the other soared through the air of the sky. One of air and one of water, yet both the same. Their names, dragons.