Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Letter D

By Gabrielle Myers, age 9, Georgia



I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph. I had been looking up a word in the Dictionary of Archaic Words (you know, words like “shoppe” or “olde”) because I wanted to make a sign for my father’s fish shop, “The Hook and Rod.” The picture was black and white, clearly something very old. It had my parents in it. They looked younger than they are now even though dragons live longer than humans. (Did I mention we’re dragons?) They were standing in front of a stone wall, which had some writing carved on it, but they were blocking some of the letters so that all I could read was, “D—Industries.” The picture was singed at the top left corner. That photograph made me wonder about my family’s history. Where was the picture taken, and why had my parents never spoken about that place?

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Monday morning. I was quickly eating a raw chicken leg, so I wouldn’t be late for school.

“Something’s on your mind,” said Mom.

“Nothing is,” I replied.

“If something is on your mind, you should at least tell your mother,” said my dad.

“Tell us, Matt-few,” said Ella, my sister. She’s four years old, but she still has trouble pronouncing words.

“I don’t have anything on my mind, I told you.”

“Tell us, Matt-few! Tell us, Matt-few! Tell us, Matt-few!”

“Stop, Ella. Both of you grab the rest of those chicken legs for lunch, and don’t forget to roll the stone over the cave door when you leave,” snorted Mom.

At Albany School for Dragons, things were really weird. Our school always felt somehow a bit off, but for some reason, this day felt more weird than usual. I was very sure something was up. Mrs. Claw, our math teacher, always eyed me suspiciously as if I knew something or had done something bad. Today, however, she wouldn’t look at me. Not even once. Our choir teacher, Mr. Rip, fumbled with his words—he usually does, but this time it was strange.

“Here is some music we’re going to practice. It’s called, ‘Dance of the Drae…’” He paused, glancing my way. “‘Dance of the Eagles.’”

Later, during recess, my friend Joe Rip (Mr. Rip’s son) wouldn’t play with me. At lunch, the girl my friends called “White-scale Sue” didn’t sit next to me. She said she didn’t like the smell of chicken, but it felt like an excuse.

At the end of the day, when Mrs. Benthorn dismissed us, I looked at the easel next to her desk and gasped. It said, “WOE TO THE DRAEGONS, TWO DAYS AWAY!” Each letter was like splattered ink, so I could hardly read it. But I knew that something bad would happen. Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve. The day after that was the New Year.

Why is everyone acting strange? I wondered. I needed knowledge—the picture, the writing, and the teachers.

It all seemed to lead to our family.

When Ella came home with me, I noticed she was crying. “What’s wrong?”

Ella said, “There was a kid who sat next to me, and…and when we had lunch, he pointed at me and said, ‘Hey, look! It’s the girl from the Draegon family!’ while two other boys laughed!”

She was still a bit upset, but I said, “Don’t worry, it’s okay.”

I was going to find out once and for all what was wrong with our family.

Chapter 2: The Discovery

As I played with my Daikaiju action figures, I remembered how close we were getting to the New Year. I had collected some auburn and yellow leaves, but now they were dull. The action figures also seemed dull. I had a break on New Year’s Eve, which was good since I needed to think. Suddenly, someone knocked on my door.

“Matt-few?” It was my sister.

“Yes?” I called.

“Mommy and Daddy want to talk to you.”

“All right.”

What did they need me for? I walked into their bedroom. When I saw Mom’s concerned face and Dad’s ruffled scales, I knew what they would say.

“We need to talk,” said Mom.

“It’s about time,” I said.

“Now listen,” said Dad, “I know we’ve told you this before. Some dragons don’t like to help, do good for, or find anything for humans. In other words, some dragons don’t like humans at all.”


“But some time ago, your mother and I joined a human organization named Drake Industries. It was for the betterment of our kind since they were trying to get rid of poisons specifically toxic to dragons. ‘Only dragons can annihilate things harmful to them,’ they said. Others didn’t think so. Those dragons thought that it was really a trap, so only a few joined our efforts. The dragons that opposed our plans formed a group called ‘No Humans Allowed,’ or the NHA, with Maximus Drill—a total enemy of ours—as their leader. Over time, Maximus ran down Drake Industries and its workers and made all but open war against us. Then we realized you had started to wonder—because we found this.” He pulled the old photo from his pocket, the one that had fallen from the book. How did he get ahold of that? I thought. “Tomorrow, the NHA is going to make trouble because they’ve finally found us. We must evacuate as quickly as possible. I’ll talk to your sister, and then we’ll pack up the car tonight, okay?” My family joined an organization? With humans? Maximus Drill? No Humans Allowed? This was all confusing to me at the time, but little did I know it would all be worked out eventually.

Chapter 3: The Trip

The drive was long, and my sister was upset. Her dark green scales were out of place, and she was confused. We had driven out of New York and were on our way to Indiana. We had left the only home I’d ever known. Okay, so you think dragons fly places with their wings. Yes, we do, but Ella and I need to wait several years. It’s against the law to fly very long distances (with our wings, not on planes, remember) until you’re about 13 years old. But we can still fly a few feet off the ground, or maybe a few feet away, and do a few small loop-de-loops. Anyway, we were impatiently waiting to get to our destination.

Suddenly, I saw two humans on the side of the road. One pointed at us. The other one shouted, “Stop! Stop!”

Mom swerved to the side of the road and stopped. I think we were somewhere in the hills of Pennsylvania. She and Dad got out. Mom looked nervous. Dad asked, “Excuse me, sir, but why did you stop us?”

“My name is Parker, and this is Mark. We’re from Drake Industries. Remember?” The second human took a photograph out of his wallet. It was the exact same one Dad had, only it wasn’t singed!

“I think I do remember you,” replied Mom.

“Yes, we only saw you once or twice, but we’ve come to help you,” said Mark. “We need to hurry. We heard you would come this way, so we wanted to let you know that the NHA is not only going to try to harm your family, but it will try to destroy Albany and take control of it as well. We must go back and help because tomorrow they strike. Follow us!” Parker pushed their small human car a little out of the woods, and then he and Mark got in it. My parents got back in ours, and we all raced off.

We finally reached home, but it was dark. A lot of places were closed. Who could help us? How would we stop the NHA?

“Well, this is just great,” said Dad.

“But wait!” said Mom. “There’s just one last business left. They’re open 24 hours.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s Waldo!” replied Dad. “He always makes such terrible decisions!”

“Well, it’ll have to do.”

Chapter 4: The Fight

Before we even got out, I could see the pink and yellow neon lights that said, “WALDO’S DRAGON POLICE SERVICES.” My sister didn’t know what to think of all this. “Waldo,” was the only thing she said.

“Hey, Mom! Ella read Waldo’s name on the sign!”

“That’s because she’s such a smart little dragon, and I’m very proud of her.”

We all got out. Parker, Mark, and my family walked together in a small bunch up to the desk of the dragon by the front door. I didn’t know it, but it was Mr. Waldo himself.

“Excuse me, Mr. Waldo, but we need some help,” said Dad.

“Best—I mean, yes?”

“Have you heard of Maximus Drill?”

“Oh—oh, yes. Old Max. An enemy of pine—I mean, mine.” Then Waldo went and got some dragon police, and they all raced off to where Parker and Mark said the NHA was preparing for their attack.

A little while later, they returned with Max in chains. Waldo walked up to my father. “Now you, I’m going to have to make a collision—I mean a decision,” he said, shaking his large, scaly head. “I don’t like NHA, but I don’t like humans either.” He thought for a minute. “Let’s do this the old-fashioned way. A fight! I have a twig—big circle in the backyard! Whoever gets pushed out of the circle first loses. Now let’s go!”

Dad decided to fight Max himself. We were all worried, but that’s sometimes how we dragons resolve our disagreements.

“Now here’s how it’s going to lurk—work: The first dragon who gets pushed out loses. The dragon who stays in wins. This circle is big, so there’s plenty of room.” He looked at my dad. “If you win, Max will be put in jail. If Max wins, he will be free to leave. All right? Ready…set…GO!”

Waldo gave the signal while Dad and Maximus got down on all fours. Max lunged at him, but Dad dodged his attack. “Boo, Max! Boo!” shouted Waldo.

“Don’t ‘boo’ me!” Maximus shouted back.

Dad swiped at Maximus and pushed him back. In return, he blew a fireball at Dad’s feet. They were one inch closer to the outside of the circle. “I—will—succeed!” Max pushed Dad farther and farther back. Dad blew smoke behind himself to propel him forward. Maximus looked around at the NHA, his admiring fans. He waved and said, “Watch me win.”

That was when Dad pushed him, and Maximus rolled away, landing just outside the circle. There was a dead silence. Maximus realized what had happened and, growling and snarling, backed away into a bush and hid there. Waldo clapped, and soon Mom and Ella did, too. Dad smiled, my sister hugged him, and Waldo talked to the NHA about how humans didn’t usually mean us harm. He told them to split up and never plot against dragons or people again. He then placed a cage on the bush Maximus had crawled into.

Everyone was happy now, except Max and his followers, but they had lost. My dad was a real hero, and I didn’t feel like an outsider anymore.

The newspaper reporters heard about this and told the world about the plot to destroy our hometown and my family. I became suddenly popular at school, and though nobody talks about it much anymore, my teachers don’t look at me the same way. Mrs. Grome looks at me approvingly now. We love our life together, and every now and then, we visit Waldo. In honor of these events, someone put a sign outside our front door. It says: