THE DRAGON OF WELLOK
by Jacqueline, 10, VIC
A dragon with wings of burning fire like a stormy shadow, when it flaps its wings of steamy smoke. It has eyes of darkness where you can hear whispers and voices when you look at him. The body of terror as scaly as a lizard. When you seek him in the forest, careful, you might bump into him. With his powerful sense of hearing, even the quietest step you will be heard. Smelling the blood that dribbles on the ground, he can hunt you down as similar as a hound. People stay inside and are hidden when he comes to your village. Everything changed when you came along to the woods and went into his dark nightmarish cave, as he waits to burn and cook the meal … which is you! You didn’t know that you were wounded and cried with shivers up your spine. He comes and gives you a nice fire to warm you up and licks your wound like a dog. You have no idea who he is and what he is doing but, you curl in a bundle and sleep on his large belly. When you do, his heart changes and became a father of light to you, never knowing he is the Dragon of Wellok. By this time, you never think this dreadful beast is only trying to find a child to take care of.
What I have written is what the village people think of him. The fire wings were true but only to keep him warm in winter.
So that’s the tale of the Dragon of Wellok.
This is Jacqueline’s second piece of descriptive writing posted to Alphabet Soup — you can read ‘The Forest’, in an earlier post.