So royalroad is having a contest

Royalroad is having a contest where they are challenging writers to write 55,555 words in f weeks. Now you can't post existing stories if you have a backlog of unposted chapters so both of my stories are out. 

BUT,,,, I had an idea. I sat down and wrote a couple of paragraphs and I would be interested to know what you think. This would be a new story just for the contest, and it has a few familiar characters. 

Here is what I wrote so far. let me know what you think.


The sky was a funny thing as it drifted by lazily its clouds making funny shapes. For Zane it was a source of endless mystery and filled her a deep desire to fly. Of course her wings were still to small, but she was growing older and one day she would fly up and see what the clouds tasted like. Until then she would have to placate herself with life on the ground and avoid her brothers who delighted in teasing her.

With a sigh she scratched at an ear using her tail and wondered why a dragonling had to wait so long. Surely the pure dragons had it easier, being born with wings that grew to full size in just over a year. Her mother said it was because the dragonlings had the blood of men in them and they preferred to walk.

“Why would anybody want to walk?” Zane asked as she watched a particularly funny cloud go by.

“Zane!” she heard her mother Heather call. “Come to the house sweetheart, your father is almost home.”

Zane jumped with excitement and hurried down the hill blotched by dandelions and full of annoyed bees as she brushed them aside. Her father had been away for several weeks now and she was anxious to see what he brought home. It was a curious practice of her father to bring home objects and treasures he found on his journeys. He called it collecting but her mother preferred the term hoarding even though most of the gifts were for her. Whatever the case Zane was always fascinated by what papa Frank brought back and added to her mother's hoard.