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Author: Avonlea Sawyer
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Fantasy - Reviews: 7 - Published: 10-12-01 - Updated: 10-12-01 - id:432986
Dragonhill Hall

Dragonhill Hall

Many years ago, in a distant land of true beauty, Lord Preston of the British Registry built a vast house on top of a tall hill, over looking the Village of Diamond Lake. At first he wanted to name this beautiful structure Diamond Lake Manor, but his twelve-year-old daughter objected the night before the gracing. She almost demanded that he name it Dragonhill Hall.

No one in his family had any objections, so thus it was named. Dragonhill Hall became a place where many would go for comfort, for counseling and for a helping hand. When the lord of the hall died, his young daughter and her husband took his land up and ruled it gently.

Lady Vanessa Joyce Preston married the elder son of the neighboring registry, a lad named Lord Joshua Taylor Vincental, who was built, sturdy and loved her dearly. They had a daughter, whom they named Felicity Charisma Vincental.

The name Felicity meant joy, for she was the joy of Vanessa and Joshua’s life. Her second name, Charisma, was given to her by her grandmother on her father’s side. It meant to bewitch, and charm. Before this kind woman passed away, she said that the child would be forever in good fortune with parents like the one’s she had, and would also be the most beautiful woman in the land.

Only five years after Felicity was born, Vanessa became deathly ill. Having never really recovered from the strain of childbirth, she died on a cold and windy winter night. Felicity went running from her mother’s deathbed, out into the moors. She sobbed as she ran, far from the painful howls of the house. Soon, she fell into a deep hole, and discovered a brand new type of friend. A dragon lived under her very home.

The dragon was larger then anything, next to the hall, it was even large. Though not bigger, it wasn’t small either. They became fast friends; her heart was hurting, as was his. She was a five-year-old girl, with no mother, and he was a three hundred year old dragon, with no friends.

Many years drifted by, as Felicity got older, Galen, the dragon, watched, happily. The day that Felicity turned sixteen, however, her whole life changed. That’s where our story begins.



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