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"Dracky's Tale!" by lauren92_k
The rules of the game were simple. Dracky knew that all he had to do was sent to familiarize himself, and then go fly off around Meridell in hiding while they came to find him. He knew this. Nanci had them all practice weeks before Meridell Day. So why was he getting so nervous?! He stared down at his legs that couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Dracky pushed his legs down into the ground in an attempt to quell the movement, but the tension only seemed to make it worse. He let out an impatient huff, smoke billowing through his nostrils and upwards to the roof of the stable. Uh oh, he frantically flapped his wings to rid the smoke, fear of a fire starting. Nanci would really be mad at him then. He couldn’t help it though! He was a fire Dragoyle, and Nanci had him inside a barn, made out of wood. It really wouldn’t be his fault if something happened how would it? What did she honestly expect?The barn door suddenly swung open and Dracky’s forgotten nervousness came rearing back. He stomach swooped somewhere down to the ground and he apprehensively made his way to door of his pen.

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