Prologue

PROLOGUE

The man shrank deeper into a corner of the warehouse, hidden by stacks of crates.  Shouts came from the doorway as five heavily built men burst inside.  Soon, the man thought, I, Drygon the Dragon Master, will possibly be captured.  And if that happens, I will be probably tortured for information, and most likely beheaded.  My possibilities aren’t looking so good...  Or are they?  What in the name of Vekora are they trying to arrest me for anyway?  Oh.  Right.  Dragon breeding isn’t exactly legal, is it?  Stupid emperor...  Anyway, I’d best be going...  Drygon began moving a stack of crates set against a wall, revealing a metal panel.  He pushed, and it sank noiselessly into the floor.  As he moved off down the tunnel behind it, the shouts from the emperor’s men became louder.  I don’t have much time...  Hopefully they won’t notice the panel; the whole bloody warehouse is made of this kind of metal.  Ever since dragon breeding had been made illegal by Emperor Shadon, everyone knew - even if they wouldn’t say it for fear of his Secret Police " that he was an evil tyrant who feared revolution.  Of course, if there was revolution, nobody would care about what was legal and what wasn’t, but by Shadon’s reasoning it would take a long time for a dragon to grow to a size where it could carry someone - or breathe fire, for that matter - and by that time, he would have found the rebels anyway, so it wouldn’t matter to him anymore...  His next thought was: Thank goodness the SP’s are stupid...

Author's Note

I'll just leave this in 14pt, as it's so short.

Reviews

[Ben Campbell]

Well! That was excellent! I like the story so far, and your grammar is actually excellent. There is one recurring error that I suspect is a software issue: everywhere where a dash - would be appropriate there is instead a " quotation mark. I think that's the website messing up, but you'll want to try and fix that. The style is good as well. If you will consent to have the story nitpicked, message me on Facebook.