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San runs to her mother.
“Mom, dad wants you to go help him with the ewes. They are soon going to be giving birth,” San says to her mother.

“But then who is going to cook dinner?” asks her mom worryingly.

“Ianthe will, and if she doesn’t agree she is then going to get a tongue lashing from dad,” Both San and her mom chuckle about the thought of Ianthe.

“Now run along and tell your sister that she has to cook dinner. Then I want you to go collect herbs from the hills. Is that okay with you?”

“It is because I don’t want to be around when Ianthe gets into a fit, and tries to make me cook dinner,” San tells her mother. San walks away with a big grin on her face at the prospect of annoying her stepsister. San finds Ianthe at her usual spot, at the town square.

“Dad says you have to cook dinner for the family tonight,” San says to her stepsister drearily, like she rather be doing something else r then talking to Ianthe. San turns her back to her stepsister, watching her out of the corner of her eye to see what Ianthe’s reaction is. Expectantly Ianthe starts to flush with annoyance.

“Why can’t Sandra (San’s mom) do it?” Ianthe says with visible control of how she is trying to keep her temper.

“She has to help YOUR father with the ewes. They are lambing today, I would expect you to know,” San says overdramatically, just to get Ianthe even angrier. Ianthe thinks then says with a sly smirk on her face,
“Why don’t you do it?”

“Can’t, Mom says I have to go pick herbs in the hills.” San walks away with a smile on her face, as she sees Ianthe sputter with obvious rage, then stomp away. People scatter out of Ianthe’s way, not wanting to feel a tongue-lashing from her. San walks home, to get a basket and to check on the dragonet. As San is filling her bag with some food, after picking up her basket, she gets an idea.

“Why don’t I take the dragonet along with me? I could put a towel in the herb basket, put the dragonet in there, and cover it with the towel until I get into the hills. I could also pack the rest of the dragonet’s meat.” San quickly finishes packing her lunch, and then runs out back door.

As soon she is outside San quietly walks to the back door of the barn. She puts her ear up against the door to listen if any is near the door. Hearing all the sounds far away, San opens the door just enough for her to see into the barn. San looks around, seeing her stepfather’s foot and the top of her mother’s head, sticking out of a ewe’s stall, San slips through the door. She quickly crouch-runs to a hiding spot, behind a barrel. San sticks her head above the barrel rim, and sees that her stepfather and mother are still helping the ewe give birth. San then runs behind the next barrel that is closer to ladder.

“Just one more hiding place to go after this next barrel.” San wipes the sweat of her forehead, after checking again, then runs to the next, and final, hiding place. Checking one last time that her parents are still busy, San makes a run for the ladder. Soon after she goes up a couple rungs, she hears the cry of a newborn lamb. San even more quickly scrambles up the ladder, not caring if she makes some sound.



In a ewe’s stall.

Sandra quickly looks up from cleaning up the newborn lamb, when she hears a sound near the ladder. Seeing nothing near the bottom of the ladder. Looking up farther, she catches the glimpse of the edge of a skirt retreating into the loft. Knowing that it is her daughter, and that San doesn’t want her being nosy, she goes back to cleaning and checking the lamb struggling in her arms. Knowing that she will talk to her daughter tomorrow about what she is doing sneaking around.


San: In the loft

San wipes the sweat of the face; again, as she walks over to spot were she left the dragonet. As soon she sees the bed of hay empty, she starts to worry and looks around. She looks under some of the hay near the bed.


The she-dragonet: sitting on top of pile of hay bales

The she-dragonet sits on top of a pile of hay bales, twitching the tip of her tail, watching, curiously as the girl that fed her earlier walks by. She tilts her head in even more curiousness as the girl starts looking under hay. The she-dragonet decides that it would be fun to scare the girl by gliding over to her when she isn’t looking, and pounce on her. So, she silently gets up and jumps of the top of the hay bale pile and wobbly glides over to the girl.



San: looking for the dragonet

San turns around to go look in another spot, when she sees this creature flying towards her, only a few feet from her face. San screams with fear and jumps out of the path of the creature. Looking back up, from the floor, she realizes that it is only the dragonet. The dragonet snorts many times, San translates this into laughing for the dragonet. Flushing with anger and indignity San picks herself up from the floor and yells at the dragonet,

“Why you do that!? Yeah, I know that you think that it was very funny, but it wasn’t very funny for me!” San snorts from the indignity, her cheeks all red from her anger as she turns her back towards the dragonet, of being scared by this little creature. The dragonet gives a confused chirp obviously not knowing what it did wrong. San looks over her shoulder, glaring at the dragonet. All of a San sudden doubles over with laughter. She falls backwards into some hay, form leaning back. San is surprised for a few seconds, and then starts laughing again. The dragonet gives another even more confused sounding chirp.

“You did get me pretty good, you little monster. I underestimated you and how smart you are,” San says between fits of laughter. San finally stops laughing, gasping for breathe, wiping away the tears caused from laughing so hard.

“I guess I can’t stay angry at you for long.” San chuckles to herself again. The dragonet guesses that it isn’t in trouble anymore; from the happy emotions, that San is sending it unknowingly. The dragonet jumps into San herb basket, putting its head above the basket’s edge, chirping, and then, quickly, putting its head back into the basket. San chuckles and shakes her head at how the dragonet thinks it’s a game of peek-a-boo.

San goes to the area where she put the extra meat, and packs it in her bag. San picks up the basket with the dragonet hiding in it and whispers

“All ready to go?” The dragonet gives a muffled chirp back. San then walks back over to the ladder, and pokes her head through the hole, in which the ladder comes through. Seeing that her mother and stepfather are at one of the farthest stalls, still helping the ewes, San slips down the ladder quietly. She rushes past all her hiding spots towards the door. She stops behind the barrel by the door, and pokes her head over the top, to see if any of her parents are looking. Seeing that they aren’t looking her way, San opens the door just enough for her to slip through, without being noticed. As soon as San closes the door, she leans against it and gives a sigh of relief. The dragonet gives a muffled, questioning chirp.

“Not yet little one, but soon you can come out.” As San walks through the barnyard, she think of a place, in the hills, where she and the dragonet, cannot be discovered.

“I know a perfect place, were we will be safe from discover! The place where all the wild herbs grow, even in winter and only I know where it is.” San keeps on walking, passing her house and the small herb garden, into the hills. After about 15 minutes, San came to a small, shallow, pond with herbs growing all around it. Hills rise up on all the sides of the pond, making a little valley. San puts down the basket and takes off the towel. Letting the little dragonet come out of the basket.

“We're here little one you can come out now.” San says affectionately. The dragonet pokes its head of the basket. Upon seeing the pond, the dragonet tumbles out the basket with excited enthusiasm. For she has never seen a bowl of water so big before. The dragonet jumps into the pond but quickly jumps back chitterling angrily at the water. San holds her stomach and falls over laughing. When she has finished laughing she sits back up and wipes the tears from her eyes

“What did you expect little one. Spring has only just begun. The sun’s rays are not strong enough to warm the water yet.” The dragonet turns her back on San, at the indignity, and starts to dry herself off with her tong.

“Let me dry you off, or you’ll get a cold.” The dragonet chatters angrily as San picks it up and starts to dry it off. But soon stops’, realizing that San is trying to dry her off and instead snuggles into the warmth of the towel. Once San finishes drying off the dragonet she takes out the food that she packed. The dragonet runs at her and tries to snatch it from her hand. San quickly snatches it and pushes the dragonet away after tapping her on the nose and saying “no”. The dragonet sits down and glares at San. San sets up the picnic on top of the hill. So she can watch for people coming her way, but they can’t see her. The dragonet lopes up the hill and sits a few inches from the blanket, watching in curiosity, as San sets the food out. San tears up the meat she brought for the dragonet, puts it in a bowl, and sets it in front of the dragonet. The dragonet cautiously inches towards the bowl.

“It’s okay you can eat it.” The dragonet lunges at the food, and quickly gobbles it up. The dragonet goes over to a sunny rock, its one end sticking in the water, lies down and falls asleep. With the tip of its tail gently swishing in the water, creating gentle ripples that break the mirror surface of the water. She eats her part of the lunch while watching out for people. San packs the remains of her lunch and goes over to sit next to the dragonet, lightly running her finger over its eyebrow ridges. Thinking about home and how her mom might react to the dragonet when she shows her it. San lets out a dreamy sigh, but is soon broken out of her thoughts when she hears the beat of running horses. San quickly picks up the dragonet and puts her in the tiny cave near the pond, and puts her bag in front of the cave entrance. Blocking the view of the dragonet in the cave. San runs to the top of the hill to see two horses racing towards her. San quickly picks up the basket, that she brought the dragonet in, and starts to pick herbs.

As the horses climb to the top of the hill, the people riding them spot her, and stop at the top of the hill. San looks at the two people out of the corners of her eyes. She sees two magnificent horses, one blue roan and the other a pure white, covered in colorful tack. On top of the horses is a man and a boy around her age. The one on the blue roan horse has black hair and beard, with squinty sly eyes. The boy is very handsome. He has startlingly red hair and stunning blue eyes, just like the dragonets, and a medium build. Both are dressed in the fine clothes that nobles wear.

“You there, girl! What are you doing out here in the hills?” The man with the black hair asks San in a mean voice. Staring down his long hawk nose at her.

San knowing to be polite even though she would rather be giving this man a tongue-lashing, says in an innocent voice “Just picking herbs sir. They grow early in this spot, because they are protected from the wind and snow.”

“Well! move out of the way to let us pass, then go about your business.” snarls the hawk-nosed man haughtingly. San moves out of the way for the horses to pass. As the boy on the white horse passes, he stops and whispers to San. “Sorry about this.” and again starts to follow the hawk-nosed man. San watches dreamily as the two people ride off, wondering whom the red hair boy was and if she will ever see him again. San suddeningly embers the dragonet and rushes over to the small cave to move her pack from the opening. The dragonet blinks her eyes at the sudden appearance of the sunlight. Then she looks at San and warbles her confusion at suddenly waking up in the entrance of a cave.

“It’s okay little one the danger is over; you can come out if you want.” San whispers to the dragonet affectionately. The dragonet gets up and stretches it self-out like a cat. The goes and trots over to the edge of the pond. This time the dragonet knows not to jump into the water this time, so she sticks her paw into the water to see how cold it is.

Whistling with happy surprise the dragonet finds the water to be slightly warm, but not to cold. The dragonet jumps into the water and splashes around, splashing San in the process.

“Hey, watch where you’re splashing.” yells San as she holds her hands up to cover her face. The dragonet moves away from the shore and goes into deeper water. Learning how to propel its self with its tail and how to hold its breathe underwater when it dives. As the dragonet does all these things San goes to pick the herbs that are nearby.

“What am I going to do with the dragonet? It will probably be too big to hide in the loft, and I can’t leave it out here, for fear that someone might find it,” San thinks to herself. For the rest of the day San and the dragonet relax at the “herb valley” (the name that San gave the little area that they stayed that day) for the rest of the day.

San straightens her back, from bending over picking herbs and looks at the sky

“Oh! The sun is already starting to set. I have been having so much fun that I wasn’t watching the time.” San picks up the dragonet, which is laying on its rock sleeping again, and places it in her bag this time. Because the basket she brought it in that morning, is now filled with herbs. As soon as the dragonet is put away safely into her bag, San starts to head home.

As San travels through the hills to her home she meets a few people on the way, but she smiles or waves at them as she passes by.

Luckily, San gets home before the sun has fully set. She makes a beeline to the back of the barn. She pokes her head in through the back barn door and sees that no one is in the barn.

“Yes! This time I don’t have to sneak, pass any one. This should be easy putting the dragonet back in the loft,” San thinks to herself. San just walks on by passing all the places she had to hide behind before. As she climbs up the ladder, San feels some movement in her bag, guessing that the dragonet has woken up; San keeps on climbing up the ladder. Just as San reaches the top of the ladder, the dragonet pops its head out of the bag and chirps in mild confusion.


The she-dragonet

As the she-dragonet looks around studying her surroundings, she finds herself in the place where she sleeps (the loft). Upon discovering this, the she- dragonet tries to wiggle out of the bag that the human girl is carrying her in. The human girl says something in a strange language, which she doesn’t understand, to her. As soon as the human girl opens the flap of the bag, she jumps out the bag. Glad to be finally free, of the restricting confinements of the bag

In the following weeks, San and her mother hide the dragonet, from the rest of the family. San takes the dragonet to “The Hollow” as much as she can to get the dragonet used to staying their, some times staying their all day and night with the dragonet.

On the second week after San introduced the dragonet to her mom, the dragonet starts to play hunt and chase bugs, and eats them. The dragonet’s gliding improves and she starts to fly a little bit. Once the San’s stepfather almost saw the dragonet, but Sandra, distracted him just in time. Now the dragonet is about the size of the 4-month-old medium, dog still small enough to sit on San’s shoulder.


The 4th week

San and her mother are out in the vegetable garden pulling weeds from the soil.

“Hungry,” San hears, this, almost silent word like it’s blown on the cooling breeze that is flowing through the garden. She straightens her back, from bending down to pull the weeds, and looks around her. Seeing only her mother, who is weeding, and nobody near the windows facing the garden, he gives a sigh and goes back to work.

“Hungry,” San hears the word again but a little louder, this time. Again, she looks around her.

“Hungry,” San hears the word as if it's being, almost, shouted in her ear. This time she feels a terrible pain in the pit of her stomach and a feeling as if she is being tugged towards the corner of the house.

“Ah. Mom I am going to go to inside to eat something. Okay?” San tells her mother as she starts to walk towards the house.

“Okay honey.” Sandra answers back, while she stills weeds the garden. San looks back at her mother, to see if she is looking, while she sneaks around the corner of the house. The feeling of being tugged, lessen as she goes towards the barn and up the ladder, to the loft. As soon as she is up there the dragonet comes running over and gives her a hungry chirp. With that chirp San hears the word “hungry” again. San looks around the loft for the source than looks at the dragonet sitting at her feet.

San plops down onto the floor, in surprise and unbelief and says, “No, it can’t be the dragonet, can it, who is talking to me.”

“yes it is me.” San hears it in her head in a sweet and gentle voice. San looks down at the dragonet, in surprise and confusion.

“But dragons can’t talk.” San says to the dragonet.

“We dragons can’t talk like you, but we do talk in a different way, mentally.” The dragonet answers san, mentally, while cleaning its paw.

“Oh, I almost forgot, you can’t just keep calling me it or the dragonet. I do have a name you know.” The dragonet looks up at San

“Wait I have a question for you. Are you a girl or a boy dragon?” San asks the dragonet.

“A girl and my name is Celestia, but you may call me Celest if you want to.” Celest says to San with adoring eyes.

“Well my name is San, and I think your name is very pretty sounding and fits you very well.” San tells the dragonet. The dragonet gives San a weird look and repeats the word hungry. “Oh alright now, I understand that you are hungry. I’ll go get you some meat.” San says with exasperation to the dragonet. She gets up from the floor were she had unknowingly sat down. San goes across the barnyard grumbling to herself. When she is about to open the door she is surprised when she hears her stepfather’s voice.

“San what are you doing? You are not supposed to be going into the smoking hut (were the smoked meat is kept)”

San slowly turns around and looks down at the ground guiltily “Mother asked me to get some smoked meat for dinner tonight, so she has it ready for you.” San answers her stepfather, with what she hopes is not a shaky sounding voice.

“Alright, but be about it quickly.” San’s stepfather tells her, as he walks away, with a wave of his hand. San gives a sigh of relief, when Ben is out of her line of sight. San turns back to the door of the smoking shed and continues on getting food for the dragonet. San climbs up the ladder to be answered by a happy chirp from the dragonet.

“Yeah! I’m so hungry.” Celest says to San mentally as she runs up to San. Celest tries to jump up to get the food from San’s hand, almost knocking over San in the process.

“Celest, get down, you’ll get your food, just wait until I tear it up.” San yells at Celest, as she pushes her down. Celest sits down, and glares at San.

“I am big enough to tear up my own food.” Celest says to San, with a dragon pout.

“1. No you aren’t you. Your baby teeth may be, almost all gone, but your next set of teeth still hasn’t come in yet. So that’s that,” San calmly tells the Celest as she tears the meat into smaller pieces. “Here now you can eat it.” San puts the bowl of torn meat in front of Celest. She at first ignores the food, but a second wave of hunger, makes her eat it. “As soon as you are done I am going to take you to the hollow, so you got to hide in the backpack.” San tells the dragonet.

“But the backpack is starting to become too cramped; do I have to go in that?” Celest asks San, with hop in her mental voice that she doesn’t have to ride in the backpack.

“Yes you do, because that is the only way I can hide you now. You have become too, big for the picnic basket. Besides it is only is for a few minutes,” San gets up to brush herself off. “Now I am going to go tell my mom, that we are going to “The Hollow” and about dinner. Okay?” San head disappears from the hole of the loft as soon as she finishes talking.


In the loft.

Celest jumps up to the top, of a pile of hay bales and chirps.

“You can come out now.” Celest tells a 12-year old girl, hiding behind the pile.

“Since when could you talk mentally?” the girl asks Celest as she comes from behind the pile of hay.

“Since today,” Celest gives an undignified snort. “and now I can tell you my name, it’s Celestial, but you can call me Celest.”

“Well you already now my name, Norn. Shale we continue our playing, Celest?” Norn asks the dragonet, while pretending to have all her attention in filing her nails, but has a playful look in her eyes, giving away her intention of what she is about to do. Norn pounces on the dragonet, but instead lands of the floor, where Celest was.

Norn then rolls out of the way, as Celest tries to pounce on her she thinks to herself, “San isn’t the only one with secrets” They both end up wrestling each other, on the floor. Celest suddenly stops playing with Norn and cocks her head as if listening to something

“Wait, I think San is coming.” Celest tells Norn

“How can you tell?” Norn asks Celest. She turns her head around to look at Norn, in the eyes, with a “are you kidding” look in her eyes.

“I can feel her emotions, dumb dumb,” Celest gives an exasperated snort. “You better hide,” she tells Norn as she climbs off, of her, and walks over to the hole in the loft were the ladder goes through. She looks over her shoulder to see if Norn is hidden. Seeing that she is, Celest turns her attention back to the ladder hole, waiting for San.
*whew* “that was a close one.” San says to her self as her head pokes through the ladder hole.

“What was close?” Celest asks San curiously.

“My step-father caught me when I was to go into the smoke shed. So, I had to make an excuse. So you now, what because of that excuse you are having stew for dinner tonight.” San says to Celest, as she airs out the backpack. “Okay time to get inside. Sorry Celest, but you still have too. Celest climbs into the bag with clear reluctance across her dragon features.

“Norn you go back to the woods once I am gone, okay.” Celest says to Norn, blocking a part of her mind from San. so that only Norn hears her mental words. As San starts to travel over the start of the foothills, she sees a flash of color heading towards the mountains, from the corner of her eye, but pays no attention to it thinking that it must be some kind of bird or animal.

At “the Hollow”

As soon as San lets opens the flap of her backpack, Celest jumps out with a squawk of joy, jumping into the little pond to cool off and bath.

“Aaaahhh, this water feels so good, come and join me San.” Celest tells her as she dives into the water.

“No way, you have tough dragon skin to keep you warm, I don’t. Besides I don’t have any clothes to change into even if I did want to.” San says to Celest as she straightens her back, from bending over, setting up the picnic, she brought along. While San is watching Celest play in the water, her sister slips away from watching her and Celest, without them noticing, towards the village.


Ianthe going to the village

Ianthe quickly walks through the foothills towards the village, with her dark cloak billowing out behind her, full of selfish, spoiled, fury.

“How dare San keep that beautiful creature from me? I am the one who should have gotten it; San is not allowed to have anything better then my stuff. Well now she will pay for what she has done and I will get the creature once my plan is fulfilled.” Ianthe thinks to herself, chuckling softly to herself about her wonderful plan. She slows down to a walk as she approaches the village. Pulling the cloak of the hood over her head, she enters the village, heading straight towards a pub. The pub has a sign that is shaped just like fearsome dragon, the name, “The Black Dragon” painted on it in sprawling, black
letters.

Ianthe stops before the doorway, and looks around to make sure no one is watching her before entering the pub. Open opening the door loud music, yelling, and other sounds pour out, along with the smell of sweat from so many people in one place, ale and smoke drift out too. Ianthe quickly moves to the side of the doorway as two men swagger out the doorway, obviously drunk.

She stays there looking around the room, until she finds what she wants. As soon as Ianthe sees the person she wants, she carefully picks her way through the dimly lit room, past tables, and people. Avoiding knocking into tables and people, as she heads to a shadowy corner in the back of the room. She sits down to another person cloaked just like her.

“Do you have the information my master wants?” A rough voice asks her from the cloaked person.

“Depends if you have the money.” Ianthe answers back. The man takes a small bag out of his cloaks and plops it on the table. Ianthe pulls back the hood of her cloak so she can get a better look at the bag. She opens up the bag and spills some of its contents on the wooden table. Her eyes glitter with glee and greed as gold coins spill out. Before she can take the bag and its coins, the man puts a hand over them and her hand.

“Information first young lady.” The man’s teeth glitter in the lamplight, from the cloak as he grins at her. Ianthe pulls her hand away in slight disgust at the man for touch her with his grubby leather clad hands.

“I wont’ give you any information until you pull down your hood. I like to see the person’s face who I am talking too.” Ianthe tells the man, with slight anger, turning her face away from him as she speaks. The man pulls back his hood, to reveal a slim face, with sly eyes, a thief’s face.

“Now, that we are done with the pleasantries, information,” the henchman tells Ianthe in a mocking voice.

“I am not sure if it’s the creature you want, but it doesn’t look like anything I have seen.” Ianthe says to the henchman leaning closer to him and lowering her voice so that only they can hear, “ It has oversized bat wings sprouting from its shoulders, a long neck, a delicate head with small horns coming out, clawed feet and spines running down its neck and tail. There that is the information I have.” Ianthe tells the man, sitting straight again. She studies the man’s face, as she waits for him to tell her it’s the right information, but she can’t tell any of his emotions that are lurking behind his emotionless face.

“Good job, here is your money.” The man tells Ianthe as he throws her the coin purse, as he walks away from the table.

lol okey but dont read it 2 fast cuz after this there is only 1chapter to put up ... cuz i still dont ahve chaoter 8 done... havent had time... ninja

hmmm anyway norn is not ianthe dont worry she will be later introduced betta into the story lol. and i guess the boy looks like that but no headband and hair is like all man pretty and hangs in his face a lil bit and eyes more of a wonderful color of a blue. he is a very man pretty character lol and glad u like my story lol

i dont see y everyone like it so much maybe u can tell me y lol

yay and kwl ^.^

promblem is i only have one more chapter to put up lol

lol nunca u must wait mwhhahahahaha!! if u want u can make a drawing of one of the characters and ill put it up