Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills, and spine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are
family friendly frights for those ages eight and up, and while our stories are
for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonights micro terror. In the Wake of the
Dragon's Breath, Part one of three by Scott Donnelly, Treacherous couldn't even begin
to describe the driving conditions. My dad was usually a maestro behind the wheel,
making every single trip anywhere as slick and smooth as possible. But as
the rain poured down all around us as we traveled the unfamiliar highway at night,
something just felt off. From the back seat, I could see his
grip on the steering wheel was tighter than normal. My mom, in the
passenger seat extended her hand to his leg as a comforting gesture. My dad,
however, barely reacted to it. He kept both hands gripped around the
steering wheel and leaned forward, trying to summon some sort of extra power to
pierce the pounding rain against the windshield. The wipers, which were on full
blast, didn't seem to be helping. With every swipe up and down that
they took, a flood of rain would wash down the glass, voiding out
all of the hard work those poor little mechanical appendages were doing. My dad
reached over to the center of the dash and pressed a button. The gentle,
repetitive clicking sounds of the hazard lights were now the only other sound in
the car other than the rain slamming against the aluminum shell that surrounded us.
My nerves were on edge, now being tested by the clicking sound, the
hard rain, and my mom's increasingly shallow breaths. She was nervous. My
dad remained silent, however, holding his gaze forward. Then, out of
nowhere, one of our tires must have hit an anomaly in the road.
My dad instinctively slammed on the brakes and spun the wheel. The tires screeched
against the wet pavement beneath us. I raised my hands and braced them against
the roof of the car. My mom screamed, my dad shouted at us,
and then everything went silent. After that, When I regained my awareness,
all I could hear was the rain continuously battering the car. Neither my
mom nor my dad were making a sound. I opened my eyes and immediately
remembered what had happened. The rain, the tenseness, the car accident.
I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned into the front of the car, where
my dad and mom sat slumped over in their seats. Mom, Dad,
I cried out, fearing the worst. My voice jostled my mom awake.
Immediately, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, Danny. She
quietly said, are you okay? Yes, I said, are you She
nodded and continued to speak softly. I think so. She looked past me
and over at my dad in the driver's seat. He was still slumped over,
unconscious but breathing. Call for help, she said to me. I
fumbled around the front of the car for her phone, but couldn't find it.
I then searched my dad's side, but couldn't find his either. The
accident must have tossed everything that was loose around. I checked the floor in
the back but couldn't see it. I can't find your phones, I said,
in a panic. My mom put a gentle, comforting hand on my
arm. I looked at her try to wave down a car. Then she
said it might be our only chance to get some help. Quickly, I
frantically nodded. I turned around and saw my raincoat strewn across the back of
the seat. I tossed it on and forced open the damaged back door.
I was immediately hit by a thunderous roar of rain and wind. I put
the raincoat hood over my head and pushed the door closed to keep the water
out of the car, and then turned around to see where I was.
The only light I had was from our car's head light, beaming through the
rainy night. In their beams. I saw trees and bushes, but no
road. Behind me was a slope that went upward. Had we come down
it? I turned around and tried my best to see through the falling wall
of rain. Then a glint of light in the dark woods caught my eye.
As quickly as it caught my attention, it was gone. I squinted,
hoping to see it again, and I did several seconds later. It
was a green glow that quickly vanished again. HULLO, I called out,
but knew no one would be able to hear me in the storm. I
started to jog towards the glow, splashing through muddy puddles and moving around trees
and overgrown bushes. The closer I got, I realized that the glow wasn't
coming and going, but it was static, its appearance only being affected by
the vicious swaying of trees and branches in the wind. If there was a
light on, someone had to be manning it. I continued on through the
woods and finally came to the source of the light. I stood before a
watch tower of some kind. Standing atop four tall wooden legs, was a
small, boxy room. In one of the open sides. I could see
the green glow. It looked like a tree house or a fort that any
kid would love to have in their back yard. Hello, I called up
to the room. Anyone there. We were in a car accident and we
need help. No one answered my calls. That's when I noticed a ladder
was affixed to one of the wooden legs of the watch tower. Maybe they
still couldn't hear me over the rain and wind. I decided to climb the
ladder, careful not to slip on each of these slick, mossy rungs.
When I got to the top, I climbed through an opening on the side
and into the tower room. I removed my hood and looked around. To
my surprise, there was no one there. There was, however, a
small table in the middle of it with an old, antiquey looking lantern sitting
on it. Within the glass of the lantern was a fluttering green flame.
Along the wall was a wooden chest crested by a red and gold steel trim.
I walked over to the chest and placed my hands on it. The
lock on its front was unlocked. It took notice of a small green stone
shaped like a flame, jammed in the center of it. The chest's hinges
then creaked. As I lifted the lid to look inside, dust plumed out,
and I coughed as the particles tried to invade my lungs. Once I
showed away the dust, I reached inside the chest and pulled out a heavy
iron shield. It was mostly red and crisscrossed with long, thin silver panels
to give it its design. Setting the shield down next to me, I
reached into the chest again to see if there was anything else, and there
was two things actually swords, both of them identical. Their handles were wrapped
in well worn grips, Their blades steel from what I could tell, were
scratched and chipped along the edges. They'd seen some kind of action at some
point. There was no history buff nor did I pay much attention to this
stuff in school, so I couldn't tell which time period they were from.
The first thing that came to my young mind were video games, and my
favorite kind at that, action adventure games that would send you across vast lands
of mystery and wonder with nothing but a sword and shield on your back.
Survival after that was up to you. I slung the shield over my back
and carried the weapons with me. As I approached the lantern, there was
a knob on the side of it, which made the green flame grow bigger.
I turned it to the other side, which made it shrink but never
actually go out. I turned it back to a neutral position, and that's
what I noticed. At the base of the lantern was a small notch shaped
like was that an upside down rain drop? The fluttering green light caught my
eye again, bouncing shadows off the interior of the watch tower. A flame,
I thought It wasn't an upside down raindrop. It was the outline of
a flame similar to I turned around and saw the green flame shaped emerald in
the chest lock. I plucked it out and then lined it up with the
notch on the base of the lantern. It would fit perfectly. I wondered
what would happen? I wondered what this would unlock. I placed the emerald
in the lantern and pushed it all the way. It began to glow as
well. The flame inside the lantern then radiated with pulsing bursts of white light,
blinding me to the point of me covering my eyes. A sonic burst
of energy then threw me backward and I hit the wall of the watch tower.
I cringed in pain. As I regained my composure, I climbed to
my knees and opened my eyes. Everything was different. I was still in
the watch tower, but it was no longer night time, and it was
no longer raining outside. It was daytime. The air that flowed in from
the watch tower windows was warm. Everything outside sounded calm. I stood to
my feet and walked to one of the windows. My eyes must have been
deceiving me. No longer was I in the middle of a dark, thunderstorm
throttled forest. I was in a watch tower that loomed over a small medieval
style village. The homes that I could see were made from stone and wood,
the roofs thatched with dry reeds, heather and straw. A windy dirt
path snaped through the village, eventually finding its way through a wooden gate and
disappearing over a hill that opened to a vast expanse of fields, mountains,
and forests. Music caught my ear. It was calm, soothing. Then
I saw someone emerge from one of the dwellings, playing a pan flute.
Hello, I called down to him. The man stopped playing and looked up
at me immediately, his gaze just lingered on me. I guess I hadn't
given any thought as to where I was or what had happened. My instincts
were still to help my mom and dad back in the car, so when
I saw someone, I just called out for them. Whether or not that
was a good idea or not, I wasn't sure yet. Calmed down from
there, the man said, I turned back and saw the second sword still
on the table. I grabbed it, and then noticed the green flame emerald
that I'd placed in the lantern had shattered like a piece of hard candy all
over the table. I carefully descended the ladder on the side of the watch
tower, and the man with the pan flute met me underneath it. He
looked me up and down, wondering who I was and where I'd come from.
I looked at him as well. He looked strange to me. He
was a full grown man, but no taller than I was. He was
dressed in plain colored, loose fitting clothing. His ears were on the sharper
side, and his facial features were just slightly off from the average persons.
Where did you come from, he asked, the road? I said,
we had an accident and my parents hurt. What road, the man said.
I turned around to show him the direction I had come from, But
beyond the wooden fence standing behind me was just an endless sea rolling hills.
I turned back to the man. I found the watchtower, I said.
I climbed it and found these. I showed off my weapons and shield.
Then I put that emerald in the lantern and ended up here. The emeralds
brought you here, the man asked, curiously. I nodded, Yeah,
but it's broken now. It shattered everywhere, shattered. The man exclaimed,
Oh that's not good. That's not good at all. What do you mean,
I asked, starting to panic. The man turned around and also started
to panic. What's going on? I pleaded. He then turned back to
me and looked me dead in the eyes. That was the last of the
flame emeralds. If it's destroyed, that means there's nothing holding back the darkness
now darkness, and nervously gulped, fearing that I had severely messed something up
without even knowing it. You've doomed us, the man said, You've doomed
all of Miston and misting. What's Miston? The man turned around and presented
the vast worlds to me. This is Miston, our world, our home.
In the distance, over the lush, magnificent and beautiful scenery, black
clouds began to form over the mountains and leak across the crystal blue sky,
crawling quickly in our direction. With the spreading black gloom, something swirled within
it, revealing only pieces of itself at a time, like a shark exposing
its dorsal fin in the ocean. Whatever it was was large, black and
scaly WHA, What is it? I trembled. The man just looked on
as all of the other villagers slowly and nervously exited their homes to get a
look at the encroaching doom. That's Doma, the black Dragon, the man
said, dropping his pan flute to the ground. He is how we all
become extinct. Within the black, billowing clouds quickly heading our way, Doma
swam through them, elegantly expressing loud roars and sending heavy gusts from its flapping,
leathery wings. His head made a brief appearance through the inky blackness.
Two yellow eyes glowed in front a long snout extended downward, lined with rows
of sharp teeth. Doma opened his mouth and released a thunderous roar, followed
by an explosive stream of fire from deep within his core. Even though the
dragon was in the distance, I could still feel the heat from its fiery
breath as if it were right in front of me. This was not good.
Tune in next week for part two of In the Wake of the Dragon's
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