Under the dark, red sky, Annabella Claire Murphy stared in horror as a spiked orange dragon flew down and scooped her up, as the chaos of war flooded around her. The dragon’s rotten breath disgusted her but then she gasped, as a man’s head was sliced, bloodily, from his unmoving body. Squirming, as she tried to break free, she screamed, “Help! Mother! Father!” But there was no reply. In her last seconds of consciousness, a soldier yelled, “Princess Annabella!”, but her eyes drooped and everything went black.
Annabella’s long red hair made her a joy to the kingdom and her parents. Her emerald-green eyes bedazzled everyone as she walked on the cobblestone streets. While this got her the attention of her townspeople, it also got the attention of the other kingdom, which thereafter started the war. Sixteen year-old Annabella, stuck, in a horrifying dragon’s needle like claws, was scared. Her eyes popped open, and instead of seeing the bright sunlight and stone roof of her room, she saw the clouds, and the dragon.
“Oh no! It wasn’t a dream!” She wailed. The dragon roared and his claws tightened.
“Loosen up please,” Annabella requested, “I don’t want you to rip my silk dress!”
They landed down in front of a dark castle, a castle Annabella had only heard of. They were in the same kingdom her kingdom was at war with. The dragon puffed darkening smoke out of his scaly nose, and a man walked towards them.
