For my Mom thanks for always believing in me.

Uknown

by Camryn Jones

Chapter 1

As the dragon draws nearer, the smoke files out of his nostrils. One by one by one. It’s a few yards away now. That was my cue. I draw my sword from my belt. It is shining silver. I’ve never seen it shine like this before. I start sprinting towards the dragon. That's when it happens. The smoke turns to flames.` I’m not scared. The dragon takes a deep breath. That makes me stop. I know if I don’t run I would be toast. But I had to save the world, so I didn’t run away. I stayed. The dragon let out it’s fire. “OW!!”  I shouted. The dragon saw me on the ground, shriveled up into a little ball. It walked away and left me to suffer. Nothing could stop me, even if I was bleeding all over, I would save the world. I also had a secret. No matter how much I got hurt, I would heal. I am an Unknown.

An Unknown is a mutant. But, in our world we call it an Unknown. We are very, very rare. We all have different powers. Mine is healing. I have another. It is really special. My other power is killing. You usually never get to see an Unknown like me, once in a lifetime. Unknowns are not allowed in our world. If you are one, you get tortured. Not just a regular torture. A torture in public. Everyone is gathered around to watch you. They say they do it to send a message to the other Unknowns. I, like many other Unknowns, am in hiding. I am a knight. More specifically, I am a village knight. I protect the village. Although sometimes I protect the world. Everyone worships me. Except Old Man Willy. He thinks I am different. He's right though, I am. Mrs.Margaret is married to Old  Man Willy. She is my best friend. We always talk. “Clark, how are you doing this fine evening?” “Fine, thanks for asking Mrs.Margaret." We love to talk. I've read in the books about a kid born on July 22, 8014.

On The time of 6:00. There is something special about the kid born on July 22, 8014. I was born on July 22, 8014. On the time of 7:00. If you are the kid in the prophecy, you were meant to be the King or the Queen of the world. You own all.

The dragon wasn’t far before I was healed all the way. I got up and touched my belt, only to find my sword wasn’t there. I looked at the dragon, glaring at him as hard as I could. He had my sword on his back along with the stuff he stole from our village. I couldn’t let him go, mostly because he had all of our riches. So I stood up and ran towards him. He looked at me with eyes of fear. He knew me. I was Unknown. The dragon started to fly away. I won’t let him past this time. I ran as fast as I could. I was below him now.

Chapter 2

He wasn’t that far above me, so I jumped. I grabbed on with all of my might. The dragon started to try to shake me off. It didn’t work. He kept trying. I was on his back now. I reached beside me and grabbed my sword. I picked it up and stabbed him. I stabbed him right in the back. We dived down and hit the ground with a hard crash. I was bruised and bleeding. I got off the dragon. He was still alive but barely.

I looked him right in the eye and said “You will never get away with stealing our riches.”

”I already have," he grumbled.

“WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!!” I shouted

“I'll never tell you.”

“Tell me.” I replied, drawing my sword nearer and nearer to his neck.

“I work for O.”

Then he died. I made a camp next to the dead dragon. I learned that the dragon’s name was Mathias. He had a family. A daughter, son, and wife.

They all lived in a cave up North. Mathias was 500 years old, very young for a dragon. I tried to find out what Mathias’ job was and who  he worked for. The internet wouldn’t let me access his very personal life. You had to have a password. You also had to scan your finger. And I was in no mood to sneak into his cave get a password and a fingerprint.

I woke up at noon. I was so tired last night right when my head touched the pillow I was O-U-T. I exited my tent and to my surprise, Mathias was gone. I went to look in the woods for a couple of hours and came back with nothing. I investigated where Mathias was and found one piece of evidence. A footprint. Just one footprint. It looked like this subject was wearing boots. A few hours later I thought I figured it out.

My inference was, the person revived Mathias and then took a step and the person and Mathias flew off and into the sunset when I sleeping. No matter, I thought. It’s time for me to go home and celebrate anyway. “At least I still have my sword and our village riches. They will think I tamed that monstrous beast."

When I returned home to the village, fire was everywhere. “WHAT HAPPENED?!” I shouted . But over the screaming and the fire roaring, no one could hear me. I ran into the fire not scared one bit. I saw my friends. I have to save them. I got them out of the fire but had to go back in to save everyone else. But right when I went in, my best friend Howard (who doesn’t know I’m an Unknown) told me something that I wanted to pretend he never said, but I knew I could never. “Clark! You can’t go back in there you’ll die."

I paused. I had to reply something that wouldn’t give away my identity. “I have to. I can’t let my fellow villagers die.”

“Yah dude, but you will die.” Howard said.

“I would sacrifice my life any day for my villager’s.” Then I went into the fire.

I saved everyone in the village. When I came out of the fire, I was toast. Literally. The firefighters were at our village and putting out our village. When the fire was completely out, the firefighters told us to wait an hour before letting anyone in. An hour later, everyone from the village filed into the village. The village was completely roasted. I asked everyone in the village what started the fire. They kept answering the same thing “It must have been the baker’s fire. He was cooking a cake for everyone.” Everyone was weirdly specific.