"Fairy VS Dragon"
by
Mem

M
adison flaped her wings as hard as she could, but still couldn't fly. "Stop that," said her mother, "You can only fly when you turn 12."

"I know," said Madison, "but that's 3 years from now." "Deal with it," said her mom. "Can I go play with Kaena?" said Madison after a few minutes. "I guess," said her mom.

Madison raced out the door before her mom could tell her to put on a sweater. It wasn't too cold anyway. Kaena was sitting beside the stream as usual. "Hi Madison," Kaena said without turning around. "Hi," said Madison, "let's play 'fly'." "Okay," said Kaena.

They climbed up the Big Tree and jumped off, using thier wings to glide down slowly. "It's the next best thing to flying," said Madison as she landed. They both giggled. "I wish we could fly," said Madison. "Me too," said Kaena. Madison saw a poster on a little tree beside the stream. "What's that?" she said. The poster read: Fairy Fair: Tomorrow, at the Big Tree. "I've never heard of a Fairy Fair, it sounds fun!" said Kaena. "Let's go to it!" said Madison.

The next day, they went to the Big Tree, but there was nothing there. Suddenly, a strange man in a black suit jumped out from behind the Big Tree, and put Madison and Kaena in big sack. Then he threw the sack into the stream. They got the sack open in about an hour, but didn't reconize anything around them. "Where are we?" said Kaena. "I don't know," said Madison. "Well, we better start home," said Kaena. They got out of the sack, and waded through the water until they got to the shore. They walked for a while. Suddenly, a blood-red dragon jumped out of the bushes. It shot white hot fire into the air just to show off. Madison said a fairy spell and instantly, a silver sword appeared in her hand. The dragon shot fire straight at them, but Madison pulled Kaena uot of the way. Madison ran at the beast and plunged the sword into it's heart. The dragon fell to the ground, dead. When they looked up, the Big Tree was right in front of them.

"Home!" they shouted! , and ran to the tree to go play 'fly'.



The End


Story by: Mem, age 9, USA

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