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Bound to a Dragon By Tabitha Moore 27 July 2019 Caoimhe- pronounced Kee-vah Maebh- pronounced Maeve My legs were shaking, barely able to hold me up. My body was bruised, scratched, and burned. I was exhausted from using up all my energy on spells. I could feel dehydration shutting down my muscles as sweat ran down my back from the heat around us. I was on the verge of collapsing, but at least I had done it. I managed to capture a dragon. He was a young red fire drake, larger than a dog, but smaller than a horse. His wings were pressed tightly against his body, his tail was between his legs. The collar around his neck kept him from attack

Dragon Summers by Tabitha Moore 26 June 2019 It’s hot. Too hot. My hair clings to the sweat around my neck like a damp scarf. My thin sheet feels heavy and suffocating everywhere it touches bare skin. The air is so humid my vision blurs. The ceiling fan does nothing but spread the heat around. I kick at the source of the heat at the foot of the bed. The peacefully sleeping dragon gently purrs as he slumbers. “Emphenor! Get out!” I grumble as I blindly reach for the water glass on the side table. Emphenor snuffs at me, stretches like a cat across the foot of the bed, then slinks out of the room. I down the water, then go to