Light in the Stars

This is a story I have been dying to write. It is based in a world similar to Earth, only one difference; large intelligent fire breathing beasts inhabit the lands. The time period is about during the industrial revolution. In this world, boys at age 14 you are expected to slay a dragon to prove their strength. For girls,on your 13'th birthday you are to be matched with your husband and engaged. There are many varieties of dragons. Dull-scales, Gem-Skins, Shadow-Eyes, and Domesticated Dragons. Wild dragons are intelligent if not more intelligent than humans.
Now on with the story.

The waning moon cast silver beams of light into into Peter's room through her shuttered window. She groaned, and tossed to the side of her cot. A buzzing filled her ears as her alarm clock went wild and jumped off the bedside table.
With a deft motion she picked up the vibrating clock from the floor without even lifting her head.
"What a wake up call." she muttered, shuffling out of bed and to her dresser, dressing into her work clothes. She plaited her messy auburn hair into a braid and peered at her reflection. Her eyes were a haunting green and blue. Freckles dotted her cheeks and forehead.
As nimble as a mouse, she padded down the creaky wooden staircase and started out to the chicken house. Sure as she promised, her mother waited outside the hen house, Griffin the rooster nestled in her lap, clucking contently as she stroked his neck with her gentle hand.
"Ahhh, Bell Pepper. There you are.. Dawn is nearly upon us and today is your special day." she smiled and cupped Peter's cheek in her hand. using her old nickname to lighten the mood. She picked up her egg basket and opened the door to the hen-house, holding the door for Peter.
In a flurry of feathers, squawks and the occasional peck, they collected the eggs together, laughing together as Besse, a fat old hen, landed on Peters head, pecking at her braid.
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As they went out to the barn to milk the cows, Peter noticed a skinny figure creeping across the roof of the hen house towards them. She blinked once and it was gone.
"Mum, I think..." she paused, then decided better of telling her and said, "we should use the other entrance."
"Why Pepper?" she asked with her usual smile though it did not spread to her eyes. Her eyes were tired. Tired of watching her only daughter be treated poorly by her husband. Peter could tell that she was relived her sweet Pepper would be able to leave for a new and better home.
There was a booming lowing sound followed by a serpentine like growl. Quickly her mother tossed the doors open to see Batrec the bull charging at a huge white dragon.


Duh duh dun!!!! What happens next? Should I make more? What can I make better? Constructive criticism is welcomed.

DRAGON SLAYING!!! >:3

I'm so confused. Is Peter a male or female? xD
It's a guys name..But, at the start, you call him a her and then her a him. So, I have no idea. O_O

I like it, though. DRAGONSS!!!
DRAGONS!! GO DRAGONS!!! xDD

I agree. Is Peter a boy or a girl? xDD

Peter is a girl. xD I was writing this late at night with a cold. Originally I wanted Peter to be male but on further research I found that making Peter female would make the story more realistic. At that time period, women usually did the house chores and sometimes worked the fields with the men. Their house has no heir because Peter has no brothers. All of her older sisters are happily wed.

Next chapta!

The great white beast snarled and opened its maroon maw at Batrec, its scales flashing like glossed marble. Each one of its many teeth were razor sharp and as long as Peter's big toe.
Slowly after motioning to the butchers knife with her chin, not wanting to draw the beasts attention, mum, shuffled across the wall towards the Butcher knife father kept hung on the wall with the fainted red paint.
With one well aimed strike it caught the bulls head, horns and all in its jaw and tossed him across the barn; into an empty horse stall. The beast then waddled forth on its stubby legs to finish the job.
Taking this as her opportune chance, she sprinted toward the hulking mass of white; the butcher knife in hand.
Suddenly the beast jerked its head around and lashed its tail at her, sending her flying into the wall. The dragon, who had returned to waddling towards the injured bull, paid no second glance to the girl who lay by the door.
The knife was knocked towards Peter who lay cowering by the door. Come on, She urged her legs to move. Just one strike to the back will be enough... Inching forward, she slowly made her way towards the knife, her hands shaking wildly. Lowering her hand to pick up the knife, she got an idea. Perhaps she did not have to even try to sneak up on the beast. Knives could be thrown. She had seen Jacob throw knives at a target after school. Perhaps it would work here. She grabbed the knife, aimed at where he mother told her the vital artery in the neck was, and threw the knife.

Another cliffhanger! Not really but okay. Did ya' like it? I am hoping this bit was not terrible.