• Pankie the dragon sat lazily on the dragon field, staring longingly at the other dragon's playing. Her bright green scales were sparkling like dew on grass in the earliest of the morning, and her red eyes blazed with the fire of envy. Pankie had always been a lonely dragon, for all the other dragons disliked her for her green color. Many times she had seen small children who had escaped from their parents sneak away to come to the field of the dragons. When this happened, all the dragons hid away; all except for Pankie, who seeked a friend. She would calmly approach the child, but the child would run in fright, for they always feared the long body of what was beleived to be a dragon. Today, they saw a new girl, wearing a green dress that matched Pankie's scales perfectly. All the other dragon's ran to the cave, but Pankie approached with caution. She will let this time be the time to befriend a child. The girl saw the dragon, but did not run as the other children did. She walked slowly towards Pankie, one step at a time. The grass russled beside her feet, at the wind tried to move her and the grass back to where they were supposed to be. Pankie sniffed the child, but was careful not to breath out upon her, for she did not wish to burn her. The child put her arms around the Pankie's neck and giggled. "My name is Pankla, but I am called Oankie by other dragons, you may call me that as well." Pankie's voice seemed almost human. "My name is Amora," said the girl, in her squeaky voice. The lonely dragon had finally made a friend. She allowed Amora to climb on her back, and she flew to the deep, blue, center of the ocean and began to swim. Amora grip tightened on dragon, so she would not fall in. But when a dolphin came up and went back down beside the dragon, she splashed the dragon and Amora slipped. The small girl had not learned how to swim, so she fell through the blue liquid. Pankie was in fear. If she let the fire burning inside her go out but gett water over her entire body, she could die. Pankie knew her life was not as important as the girl's, but she still had ni wish to die. She made her decision as quickly as possible, and dove, untill she could see the girl. Pankie picked her up using her small arms and swam to the surface. She flew her and Amora back to the field. The other dragon's saw both wet completely, and, by instinct, knew basically what had happened. Pankie had risked the on thing she could keep for as long as she wished to save a young child: her life. Pankie lay on the ground, knowing she would never live again in the form of a dragon. Her flame was now only a spark, and it would never grow again. Amora was still out, and did not now that Pankie died when she died untill hours later. But Pankie still lives in the heart of Amora. Amora comes back to dragon field every day, to lay a flower upon Pankie's grave, and play with the other dragon's. Her favorite dragon would always be Pankie, the dragon that had saved her life, and she would always remember the kindness in the heart and flame of the lonely dragon.