The Stormsky

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At dusk one day, James Kroll strayed down from his farmhouse home to the lake on the edge of his family’s property. They owned a ten acre farm on the edge of a lake. The boat was in its usual spot, right on the edge of the jetty.
The cold wooden boards creaked slightly under his weight. James untied the boat from the wharf and took a moment to take in the beautiful, setting sun and the glittering lake, with the trees swaying lazily in the light breeze. The boat was his own handiwork, something he had built with his father a long time ago, when he was a small, chubby boy with freckles and stood about three feet tall.
He hauled the boat into the flat, cool water with ease. This was something he had done many times before. James carefully stepped into the boat and balanced as it wobbled slightly.
He sat down and pushed away from the jetty with one of his oars. The water was glassy and the sun gave the illusion that the water was tinted rosy pink. James grabbed a fishing rod from beneath his feet, baited it and cast out. The line snapped through the air like a bullet and snagged on a mangrove ahead of him.
He tugged hard, but the line had twisted and knotted itself to the mangrove. James gently placed the rod into his left hand and with his right he picked up an oar and wove his way through the water.
The line was terribly knotted. James quickly cut it with his fishing knife and winced as the blade sliced into his hand. He dropped one oar, sighed, and as he picked up the other, blood ran down the handle and the whole thing slipped out of his grip and into the water. Great, he thought solemnly as the oars floated out of reach. No oars. James dipped his fingers into the clear water, icy cold, and slowly turned the boat around in the direction of the jetty. He stopped as the last of the sun glinted on something in the water. Curious, James reached into the translucent substance and to his surprise, pulled out what seemed to be a golden emu egg. He put it near his feet and slowly paddled back to the jetty.
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The next morning, James awoke to the sound of a rooster crowing. He groggily rubbed his eyes on the back of his hands and blinked twice.
The emu egg, which he had left near his boots the night before, was smashed and empty. There was no yolk. It seemed to have changed colour tones from the vivid gold it had been earlier to a dull grey-blue.
James hesitantly slid his feet onto the cold wooden floor and stood up. He yawned, and almost immediately noticed a trail of unusual footsteps leading from the egg to a corner of his room.
It had been inhabited by a thing, a blue-silver scaly little reptile with gleaming yellow eyes and a purple forked flickering tongue. And wings, gallant, glittery wings that sparkled in the dull atmosphere of James’ room.
The poor thing was soaked in what seemed to be yolk, and looked so helpless with its eyes and tiny forearms. Its scaly little tail sagged on the floor. The dragon cowered, frightened, and its legs failed. James picked up the baby dragon and scratched it between its tiny horns. It seemed to like that.
Just at that moment, his mother poked her head through the door. She looked at James, then to the dragon, and back at James again.
“You’re lucky I didn’t faint,” she sighed, sitting herself down on James’ bed. She had silky, brown locks of hair that fell to her waist. Tucking a lock behind her ear, she stood up and put her hand on her hip.
James held the dragon out for her to hold, but she backed up against the wall and shoved her hands out.
“No thanks,” she said angrily. I do not want to hold a lizard with wings!”
But the little dragon looked up at James’ mother innocently with those big yellow eyes, and, rather guiltily, James’ mother took it in her hands.
“What shall we call you?” she asked, holding the little thing out for examination. “Albert? Abraham?”
“Mother,” pleaded James, patting the dragon between its horns. “We need something original.”
It was a girl.
“What do you think of StormSky?” he asked. His mother nodded in agreement.
That was her name.



And also words like colour and grey are actually spelt correct. THat is how you spell them in Australia. =)

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