Fiction: Group 2
and black, and moss floated all round. The princess did not need the map because the clam was glowing,
brightly. It slowly opened as she swam over to it, and there was a huge pearl in the middle, shimmering and
sparkling. The princess was about to reach out and take the giant pearl when she saw a small eye-sized bead
beside it. It was the pearl that held her mother's soul. She rubbed her finger over the bead and discovered a
small keyhole. With trembling fingers, she inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it.
The princess, holding the pearl, and the river map, now searched for the pit. Out of the darkness loomed a
black pit. Inside, a beast was curled up, sleeping. Its golden eyelids shut and a red flowing mane protruding
from the top of its head. Its massive jaws were closed. They opened for a yawn, and the princess backed off
quickly at the sight of its sharp, gleaming fangs. There was a small, empty, circular space on top of its head
that looked as if something had once been there but now had been taken? This was the dragon. The river
dragon. The princess silently dropped the pearl into the pit. It landed and bounced noiselessly up the
dragon's body and into the space on top of the dragons head. It fitted perfectly. Suddenly, the dragon
opened its eyes. It gave a blood-curdling roar and arched its neck high above the princess. Then, the dragon
lowered his head in front of the princess and golden light shone out of its open mouth. The dragon made a
rumbling sound. The princess willingly stepped into the dragon’s mouth. She turned around to say one last
goodbye to the world and then moved forward into the light. The dragon's mouth closed shut.
Meanwhile in the castle, the Queen had mysteriously appeared in the throne room, sitting in her royal chair,
claiming to have no remembrance of the past few days...
