The AcCiDentAl dragon

Sara Knudson

“One drop,” the old woman said, tapping her walking stick against the ground. “Only one or it will last an entire day!”

I didn’t want to be a dragon for more than an hour, just to scare off my betrothed. I’m too clumsy to be a dragon for any longer!

“Got it,” I said and rushed off to a secluded part of the forest.

I had to go to the river so that, when I grew large, I wouldn’t get trapped and stuck under all the trees. But as I tilted the bottle back, my foot slipped on the mossy rock I stood on and a huge mouthful of the stuff waterfalled down my throat. It tasted like grape medicine and cinnamon and ashes.

I grew right away, wings sprouting out of my shoulder blades. My fingernails thickened and grew. A heat boiled up in my belly and climbed up my throat until I burped a fire ball. I was a giant purple dragon!

The good news is I never had to get married. Bad news? I never will. Unless that silver dragon in the west likes me. But he’s way more into his treasure than other dragons.

And honestly? So am I.

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