Kidnapping

Naomi gazed upwards as the enormous emerald beast sped away with her fathers best bull. She should have shut the cattle in the barn. She should have rigged the traps. She should have hated the beautiful, magestic Dragon. But she didnt.

Naomi lived with her father and sister in a small village away from all the big towns. She was a skilled farmer, hunter, builder, and spent a lot of time telling her younger sister Amy stories of mystical lands of ancient forests teeming with wild untamable creatures. Her favourite subject was of the Dragons which pestered her family daily with attempted theivery of prime cattle.
Her father was always telling her how blood-thirsty and vicious they were, mindless killing machines which wouldn't hesitate to crunch her bones in one snap of their massive jaws. He said they were worse than hyenas, and far more dangerous. Naomi should have listened to him. But she didnt.

One moonlit night, when all was silent but for the howling of wolves in the distance, Naomi found she couldnt sleep. She decided to go for a quick walk to the stream to refresh herself. Walking briskly toward the line of towering jungle trees, Naomi noticed a shadow flick across the ground at her feet. She quickly glanced up, but saw nothing other that the luminous glow of a full moon. Speeding up to a brisk trot, Naomi hurried onwards toward the rippling water of the lazy stream.
Crouching down to reach the cool, clear liquid, Naomi heard a loud crash, and the screaming of splitting branches, felt a sharp stab of pain in her side, and found herself being wrenched off the ground, roughly grasped, and carried away into the depths of the night as if she were no heavier than a new born baby.

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George awoke to the sound of his youngest daughter calling out.
"Naomi! Naomi, its time for my morning story!" she whined. Amy was only very young, and had no time for the greivious seriousness of adult life. George wandered over to the room that his girls shared and knocked gently on the scantily varnished wood. Amy opened the door, gazed up at her father with wide glistening eyes, and asked,
"Papa, where's No-mee?"
Grinning at the babyish pronounciation of his eldest daughters name, George hefted the delicate form that was Amy over his shoulder, and carried her into the warm cosy kitchen.
"I'm sure she just popped out for a moment, Amy. She'll be back in a few minutes." George reassured his daughter, but as he murmered those comforting words, he felt a tiny knot of unease at the back of his mind.

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It had been many long hours since Naomi had left the homey comfort of her house. The horizon showed signs of the first rays of Dawn, barely peeping over the distant hills. Naomi had thought through her situation very carefully since then. She knew that by now her sister would be awake and wanting a story. She knew that her father would have knocked on her door and called them both to breakfast. She knew she would be missed by now, but she also knew that her father wouldn't start worrying for a while yet, not until she didn't turn up for milking chores. So she had about an hour. She knew that there was no way she would get back in time, even if the dragon put her down right then.
She knew that she had been kidnapped by a dragon.

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I love the repetitive style you use to emphasize and create suspense. "he should have shut the cattle in the barn. She should have rigged the traps. She should have hated the beautiful, magestic Dragon. But she didnt."
"She knew that by now her sister would be awake and wanting a story. She knew that her father would have knocked on her door and called them both to breakfast. She knew she would be missed by now, but she also knew that her father wouldn't start worrying for a while yet, not until she didn't turn up for milking chores. So she had about an hour. She knew that there was no way she would get back in time, even if the dragon put her down right then.
She knew that she had been kidnapped by a dragon."

It is a good trump card but dont overuse it. Would be interesting to see what happens next.