Story #1: Danger Ranger and the Drakon

This is my first story that I’m posting, so I’ll tell you a little bit about it.

This story came alive when we were doing Myths and Legends in English at school. We were asked to write a story (over a few days) that included a hero or heroine and a monster that he/she had to injure or kill. We spent several lessons planning, including designing our hero and monster, plus a profile to tell a little bit more about them. My heroine is called Danger Ranger (but her real name is Sheila) and the creature is called Fire-Breather and is a made-up creature called a drakon, which is part snake, part dragon and it breathes fire (obviously).


Danger Ranger and the Drakon

                                                                                  By: Ella Ridgway

Millennia ago, when monsters roamed the lands, a heroine was set on a journey to find the celestial-bronze spear. Legend says that the hero/heroine who owns it will conquer or kill (their choice) the most fearful beasts. I am here today to tell you about a particularly frightening creature that a heroine called Danger Ranger comes across.

Danger Ranger had long, golden-blonde sheets of hair and wore tough, steel walking boots. Her eyes were hazel-brown. Her sword could never break and her shield…well, her shield would blast anyone back that struck it. Most people would describe her as; surprisingly strong, frightening, extremely intelligent and courageous.

One day, after wearily stomping through roasting hot deserts, scum-covered swamps and wading through clear blue, mirror-like rivers, she finally came to a puny village with an imposing, breath-taking palace built of what looked like solid gold and silver tiles.

“Whoa!!!Stunning!” Danger Ranger murmured, sucking in her breath, “Well, I guess I’d better ask the royal family if I can rest here for a few days.”

A moment after she rang the eagle-shaped, brass knocker, she heard someone hurrying across a room. The door flung open and Danger Ranger observed a sixteen-year-old boy (probably the prince) standing there, mouth open.

“Dad!” the teenager yelled, “Visitor!!!”

Danger Ranger heard another two people rushing quickly through the palace. The King and Queen (that’s what she assumed they were) stared at her, then pulled themselves together.

“Hello!” exclaimed the Queen, “What brings you here?”

“I am on an extremely tiring journey and I need a place to sleep. May I rest here?” enquired Danger Ranger.

“Why, of course!” replied the Queen, “Do you think you could do us a favour? You see, there is this creature, the drakon, who terrorises our village. Many heroes have died trying to kill him, but I think you will be the one who succeeds.”

Danger Ranger thought this over.

“Yes, I think I can. I accept this quest!” she announced.

“Now then, you must hurry!” the Queen told her.

Danger Ranger stepped carefully over the palace steps and strolled off on a path, not knowing where she was going.

“Dear, the drakon’s cave is up on top of that mountain there, Mount Zilius,” the Queen called after her.

Danger Ranger turned hastily and hurried up the steep path that led up the mountainside. After a little while, she was exhausted and sat down on a rock she thought would hold her weight. It obviously didn’t. She fell, feet-first, into a deep hole that seemed to carry on for hours.

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” she shrieked.

BUMP!!! She landed deafeningly with a magnificent CRASH!!! Panting slightly, she heaved herself up and peered around & saw that she was in an underground passage.

“Maybe it will take me to the cave,” she thought.

She decided she would follow the musty, stinking corridor. As she wandered through, she thought about her quest and whether she would survive to continue.

“Stop that now,” she told herself sternly, “It’s no good thinking negative, is there?”

Just as she said that, the path started to go uphill and she could see a miniscule glimpse of daylight.

“I’m nearly there!” she exclaimed, starting to move more rapidly.

Finally, she reached the top and gazed around in awe. For a drakon-infested mountain, it looked…extraordinarily beautiful. Yet it was freezing and the wind blew so hard. Danger Ranger trudged up the mountainside until she came to a dangerous-looking cave.

“Well,” she sighed, “I guess it’s time to put my courageous face on.”

She rapped a few times on the side of the cave and waited silently…then the most monstrous creature you could imagine slithered out. The DRAKON!!!!! It was terrifying!! It’s eyes glinted a mixture of colours: green, brown, even gold and red! It’s body was thousands of feet long and as thick as the width of a house. Its fangs dripped poison. Danger Ranger yelped. The monster’s multi-coloured eyes darted around looking for the thing/person that disturbed it by knocking.

“Hi-yah!!!” Danger Ranger appeared out of nowhere, “You won’t be terrorising any more villages!!!”

SLASH!!! CLANG!!! Danger Ranger’s sword soared through the air and fell, unharmed, into the dirt and snow. It seemed the drakon’s scaly hide was as immune to blows as the sword was.

“Fine,” Danger Ranger muttered, “I’ll find a different way.”

As you can see, Danger Ranger took all risks. The battle continued. The drakon almost killed Danger Ranger, Danger Ranger almost slayed the drakon et cetera. After about an hour, the monster started to get a little weary. It had never fought this long before. With one last mighty heave, Danger Ranger stabbed it in the neck where it was bare skin. The drakon wailed in pain (can creatures wail?) & fell in a blood-stained heap. That last stab draining her of all power, Danger Ranger started to stumble back down Mt. Zilius.

A few minutes later, Danger Ranger was back in the village, being praised by the King and Queen.

“Thank you, thank you!” wept the Queen happily, “Now we will never have to worry about that ghastly creature again!”

“My dear girl!” exclaimed the King, “In exchange for this favour, we will give you rest and directions to the place you seek, The Hanging Ferns in Courtenial!!!”

“Thank you, b-but r-r-really I d-d-d-don’t n-need th-th-them,” stammered Danger Ranger.

“No, really!” the King assured her, “Go 5 miles west, then turn north at the first river. Carry on and you will find the place!”


Me, dressed as Danger Ranger.


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  • Reply September 7, 2016

    Walter Bance

    You have a real talent – keep it up. Many grown up people would like to be able to write stories the way you do.

    • Reply September 25, 2016

      Ella Ridgway

      Thank you for your praise. When I grow up, I hope to be writing bestseller novels!

  • Reply September 7, 2016

    Tammy G

    Well done, Ella. I read your story to my daughters and they agreed it was great!

    • Reply September 25, 2016

      Ella Ridgway

      Thanks. When I publish some more stories, hopefully your daughters will enjoy them too!

  • Reply September 8, 2016


    What a fabulous writer you are, Ella. You’ve created a wonderful heroine and I look forward to more of her adventures!

    • Reply September 25, 2016

      Ella Ridgway

      Thank you so much. I will be writing some more stories about Danger Ranger.

  • Reply September 9, 2016

    Kate Gill

    Such lovely use of language. A wonderful, inspiring read. Thank you Ella x

    • Reply September 25, 2016

      Ella Ridgway

      Thank you. Hopefully some more stories will be published soon!

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