Quickwrite Story Starters: "They Called me Dr.Snail and..."

 
"They called me Dr.Snail and..." "Snail," Interrupted Herring, picking bits of fish out of his teeth with one claw. "Firstly, you've never been called Dr.Snail, you've just been called Snail your whole life. Secondly," Herring started, jumping up off of the stone chair he was sitting on to his feet. "You don't even know how to bandage someone up with seaweed when they get wounded!" Herring had raised his voice higher than he intended, shyly sitting back down. "Herring, I meant it as a joke." Snail placed one talon to his forehead, making a why-can't-you-take-jokes impresion to Herring. "I know it was a joke," said Herring as he slumped into his chair, rough stone and shells stabbing at his camo-green scales. "It's just that - umm - being on patrol during the - umm - night is - uhhh... boring?" Snail slapped his hand against his face and peered through his claws, frowning at Herring. "That... Is a completely different subject!" Snail slammed his fist on the table. "I wish I wasn't on night guard duty with you!" "Hmmph," snorted Herring. "And I-" Suddenly, a deep blue Seawing crashed into their post, baring her teeth and snarling at the two guards. 

"Give me the key," said the Seawing, holding out her hand as if expecting the 'key' to appear in her palm. "T-t-the missing p-princess," spattered Snail. His eyes widened, making them look like two, miniature, full moons. "Yes, yes. I'm the missing princes, blah blah blah. Just give me the key and I will leave you unharmed." "What key," asked Herring, tilting his head to the side. "You know what I mean," spat Princess Tsunami, crinkling her snout as if someone had killed a fish three years ago, left it to rot, and dropped it right in front of Tsunami's face. "The key that unlocks the chain around Clay's - the Mudwings - Leg." Snail and Herring exchanged glances. "Spit it out you slimy worms!" Herring gulped, his eyes widening to match Snail's. "We have our orders," yelled Snail as he slapped his hands on the stone table, yelping when a sharp shell cut his palm. The princess sighed, calming herself down to finally speak in a kinder way. "Look, I know you have your orders from Shark but your just going to have to trust me." She placed one taloned hand on her chest, smiling. "That Mudwing is not some old regular Mudwing, he is from the prophecy, he is my friend. Without him we, The Dragonets of Destiny, will fall apart and the prophecy will never be fulfilled. Imagine the stories of  the two squid brains who let the Mudwing drown! So - just - give me the key."

The two Seawing guards were frozen for a minute, (that felt like several), then started whispering to each other. Herring and Snail turned around to face the female Seawing. The acidic-green Seawing turned his head to face Snail and bit his lip. Snail snarled at Herring and nudged him forwards towards Tsunami. He glanced at Snail, then at Tsunami, bit his lip harder - drawing blood, hesitated for a moment then finally held out his closed fist. As he slowly opened his talons, a ring of keys appeared in his palm. The keys glittered in Tsunami's eyes, some bronze some silver, some very rusted and falling to pieces, and one a beautiful gold; like Sunny's scales. Herring pointed at the golden one, the keys jingling as he lifted his pointing hand out from under the shiny objects. Tsunami held out her hand and winced as the keys hit her scales. They were colder than she expected. "Thank you," she said, holding the keys to her chest. Tsunami turned around, spread her wings - revealing her royal patterns around the edges of her skin, and dove out of the cave. "Well," said Snail after a few minutes. "That went well." "Well?!" Herring stamped his foot. "Queen Coral is going to kill us when she finds out we let the Mudwing go!" "Herring," Snail shouted, grabbing Herring shoulders. "Shark was the one who gave us orders and besides, that was the queen's daughter. If anything she would reward us." "Oh yeah," said Herring, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Tsunami!" Sunny ran over and gave the princess a hug. "You got it! You got the key!" "Yes I did, Sunny," Tsunami replied, smiling. "Wow," joked Riptide, water splashing around his webbed talons as he approached Tsunami. "I doubted that you would get the keys for a minute." "Hmph," grumbled Tsunami, half laughing. "Urrm," started Clay, interrupting Tsunami's grumpy-laugh. "Can you guys get this chain of me?" Clay gestured to the metal band around his back leg. "Oh, right. Sorry Clay," said Tsunami as she fiddled with the keys. There were around 35 keys on the ring and only one was gold - the gold key to unlock Clay's chains. The darkness of the cave didn't help with finding it either. After a few minutes of searching for keys and sticking them in the keyhole, Tsunami - with help from Riptide - finally found the gold key. "This one!" Tsunami grabben the key ring and grabbed the golden one. She stuck it in Clays keyhole and turned it right,causing the lock to make a clicking noise. The metal band creaked then popped of the Mudwing leg, clanking on the stone floor.

Quickwrite Story Starters: Turtle Knew This Was a Bad Idea

 Turtle Knew This Was a Bad Idea. Following an 2000 year old Nightwing animus that can read minds and forecast the future just to keep an eye on his sister and to maybe save the world. Turtle always imagined saving the world from evil villains and being a hero. He imagined being the hero in his mother's stories, fighting of bad-guys and protecting the Seawing Summer and Deep Palace, but that never happened. Now he was leaving Jade Mountain, for the second time, and heading towards the rainforest. He clutched his sack around his neck tightly - the sack that contained his animus touched objects including his stick that hid him from Darkstalker. Darkstalker's enormous, black, star splattered wings created wingbeats as loud as 50 blue whales snoring at the same time; which is very deafening. While Turtle was cautiously following the Nightwing at his own risk, Anemone was zipping and zapping - somersaulting and backflipping along side Darkstalker. It was obvious to see that she was showing off. Turtle nearly chuckled. The green Seawing prince had not flown so much in ages, causing him to have to use his animus touched stone on his sore wing muscles multiple times. 

After three tiring, sore and extremely boring days of flying over grassy plains, Darkstalker had finally came to a stop midair. The huge Nightwing suddenly plummeted down into the thick canopy of leaves of the rainforest along with Anemone and the Nightwings from Jade Mountain Academy, leaving a huge hole in the leafy cover. Turtle followed them, diving down and down deeper into the beautiful scenery of the rainforest. Around him, there were leaves of all shades of green glistening in the sun, hundreds and thousands of brilliantly coloured flowers swarmed the greenery of the rainforest. Down below, around 84 Nightwings were all huddled together in a empty section of the rainforest, ruining the beautiful colour scheme of the beautiful scene with a giant, black blob. On a thick branch, overlooking the Nightwing pile, was Queen Glory of the Rainwing and Nightwings. Her scales were a bright pink with dark purple dots, her underbelly was splotched with an outstanding yellow over vivid pink. Upon Glory's head was a perfectly woven sky-blue flower crown, hand crafted by the queen herself. She gave a friendly wave at Turtle but before he could wave back, Darkstalker settled down besides Glory blocking Turtle from the queens view. 

"Ahh," said Darkstalker after a long, awkward silence. "Don't you just love the smell of the rainforest?" "Uhh," started Moon. "Have you ever actually been in the rainforest?" "Nope," Darkstalker replied, ripping apart a leaf he yanked off the tree above him. Below Darkstalker, the Nightwings started to panic and shudder at the sight of the 2000 year old dragon. Turtle flapped down onto a branch opposite to Darkstalker and sat on in, the first rest he had has in days. It snapped. Turtle started flapping franticly as he fell, barley catching himself before he collided with the ground. Moon barely held in her chuckle while Anemone burst out laughing, nearly falling off the branch she was on. "What's so funny," asked Darkstalker, turning his head to face Anemone. "Was it the branch that randomly snapped?" "No it was Tur-." "Anyways," Darkstalker interrupted, waving one talon at Anemone. "Hello, fellow Nightwings. I am Darkstalker, nice to meet you." Darkstalker held out his hand as if someone was going to shake it. 5 of the Nightwings fainted. Darkstalker frowned, mumbling something under his breath. To Turtle, it sounded something like 'What a great start to waking over my hive'. Turtle thought he probably misheard him. "Nightwings, Nightwings," said Darkstalker, slowly closing his eyes then opening them after he finished his sentence. "There is no need to be afraid of me, I've changed. All the rumours you've heard of me are false." He put one hand to his chest. "Trust me." Another Nightwing fainted.

Quickwrite - Story Starters: Have you ever...

 "Have you ever hugged a dragon with fire scales?" "Uhh, yes," replied Clay, confused. "Why?" "I'm trying to figure out something that none of you have done," explained Qibli, gesturing with his talons towards the dragonets of Destiny and the rest of his winglet. "Ooo! That sounds fun!" Kinkajou started clapping her hands together. "Ok. Umm," started Qibli, scratching his head with one claw. "Has anyone killed their own father?" After saying this, Qibli thought that he had already won. "Yup," said Tsunami. "Wow. When you said that it came out waaay too happy sounding," joked Qibli, hiding his smirk. "Get on with the round already," grumped Winter, raising his voice higher then he intended. "Ok, ok," muttered Qibli, clapping his talons together. "Well, umm... Has anyone accidentally summoned a absolutely humongous, mind reading, future telling, animus Nightwing that was totally kinda evil?" "Oh you just had to," said Peril, rolling her eyes.

Everyone except Winter and Peril started laughing. Peril sighed, watching the rock in her palm steam and smoke. "Alright," Qibli started. "Has anyone-" "STOP! That's enough," Winter shouted, slamming his fist onto the floor. "I think it's my turn to do one." He looked around the room at his winglet and the Dragonets of Destiny, his tall, thin ice spikes on his neck clanking against each other. "Has anyone been sold by their own mother?" "I have," said Clay, jumping up. "Winter-" Qibli choked. "Has anyone been unloved for their whole dragonet-hood?" Winter please-" Qibli drooped down onto the floor at Winter's talons. "Has anyone-" "STOP! Please stop," sobbed
Sunny. "Winter, stop being so horrible!" Winter snorted, clear ice shards puffing out of his nose.

Kinkajou stared blankly at the dragons surrounding her. "Okaaaay... Anyways, can I do one?" Kinkajou started jumping like crazy. "I think she should have a turn too," agreed Turtle, pointing at Kinkajou. "YAY!!" She stopped jumping off the walls, stopped at Turtle's talons and started panting while still smiling. "Ummm... " Kinkajou started curling her tail around one claw. "I got one! I got one," she shouted, jumping up and down again. "Spit it out then, " spat Tsunami. "It is- it was- I forgot." Kinkajou started waving her hands around franticly. Tsunami sighed and Winter frowned towards the brightly coloured Rainwing dragonet. The dragons started to head towards the exit murmuring to each other. "WAIT!!" Kinkajou yelled as loud as she could which surprised most of the dragons, stopping them in their tracks. "I've got it! Has anyone kissed another dragon?" "Ewwwwww," said all of the dragons at once, Turtle and Qibli laughing at each other as they pretend to throw up. Winter shot a this-is-why-you-don't-let-her-do-stuff glare at Turtle.

Quickwrite - Story Starters: Can Anyone Hear...

 "Can anyone hear me? Hello." Shatter wasn't used to being ignored. He was usually respected by every Icewing in the Icekingdom, for he succeeded in a duel between Crimson, the strongest most feared Skywing besides Peril. The last thing he remembered was fighting a Mudwing patrol that happened to make their way into the Icekingdom, now he's in the healers office. He reached over to a stone cup of glistening water sitting besides him, feeling oddly different. "AHH," screamed Shatter, staggering back away from the cup. It had gone straight through his palm - mysteriously glowing. "No," he shouted. "No, no, no, no! No I-I-but." Shatter shut his mouth when he saw something in the corner of his eye. Cautiously, he slowly turned his neck to see a glowing figure. "Mother!" Shatter charged over towards his mother, forgetting he's a ghost of an Icewing. He wrapped his arms around the young, female Icewing, feeling her cold scales press against his. 

Suddenly, he fell backwards, heavily breathing. "Mum," whispered Shatter, his talons shaking. 'Yes dear," said Crystal calmly. "Your a-." "Yes. I'm a ghost just like you. During the battle, the Mudwings bolted away. We assumed they gave up and fled so we carried on doing what we were doing. Little did we know, they just got reinforcements, sneaking in and attacking from the inside of the Kingdom." Crystal sighed. "I tried to stop them but that doesn't matter now, for we are both ghosts. Nothing can split us apart dear." "But I don't want to be a ghost! I want to be with my friends, be seen, be normal!" Shatter cried, clawing at the walls. He curled into a ball on the ground and sobbed.

From across the room, another ghost frowned at him. "What's wrong with him," he asked. "Doesn't he like to finally be dead, free of pain and, well, fearing death?" "He's just new to it." Snorted a grumpy looking female Icewing. "He'll get over it." "Over it," gasped another ghost, this time a very old looking one. "What do you mean over it?! How are you s'posed to get over being unseen by anyone except for hideous ghost?!" "Your not helping," whispered Crystal in the run-down dragons ear. Finally, Shatter got up and looked around the room at the disfigured ghosts. Some were in good condition, with only a few scratches, while others were beheaded, had missing limbs, but some were just piles of mangled dragon corpses. Usually, he would of thrown up. He might of been a strong fighter but he had a weak stomach. Surprisingly, he didn't. 'It's probably because i'm a stupid ghost,' he thought, swiping his talons through the thick ice wall.

Quickwrite - Story Starters: There was Smoke Everywhere...

 There was smoke everywhere. Tsunami mightn't of been at the Seawing Summer Palace for long, but she knows somethings up. The smell of ash woffed in the dragonets faces as they exited the prisons, although Tsunami thought she saw something red flash by above the canopy... "Seawings! Mother! Look out, we're under attack!!" Suddenly, a flaming log shot through the roof, causing the leaves to burst into flames. As the leaves burnt away, Skywings became visible. The flame-coloured dragons shot into the Summer Palace, blasting fire-balls at any dragon who interferes.

"W-what's happening," squeaked Sunny, curling into a small ball on the smooth, rock floor. "We're under attack by Skywings, duhh." "Glory," sighed Tsunami. "Now is NOT the time to be sarcastic." Shark and six other Seawing soldiers darted up towards the Skywings, holding spears in one hand and letting the other shake with fear. Seawings pushed and shoved each other around to escape the commotion through the entrance, underwater. "We can't escape," cried a seaweed-green dragon with a sobbing new-born dragonet in her grasp. "There are too many of us trying to get out at once!" As the fire finished off the canopy, it started to lick at the stone walls. "How are we going to get out," asked Clay. "I know a way," Tsunami replied, hiding her fear. "The underwater exit is swarmed with too many dragons though," spat Glory, thinking she outsmarted Tsunami for once. "No, another way." "What do you mean, Tsunami," questioned Sunny. "We have to," started Tsunami. "We have to go through the Skywings."

"WE CAN'T GO THROUGH THE SKYWINGS," panicked Starflight. "THEY'LL KILL US!" "Not unless we dash past them!" "Tsunami," sighed Glory. "Your crazy."Tsunami suddenly grabbed Starflights arm. "C'mon Starflight, you and me." "WHA-" Tsunami had already shot into the sky with Starflight screaming behind her. "Rrrr," growled Glory as she flew up to catch up to Tsunami. Soon, Sunny, Clay, Glory, Webs, Tsunami and Starflight were flying through waves of Skywings, red and orange claws slashing at them. "Your not getting away that easily," called Blister grinning. Suddenly, princess Blister yanked Webs from out of the sky and thrust her barbed tail towards him. Fortunately, she missed his heart and instead, stabbed his swamp green tail. "Arrggh," screeched Webs, flying as fast as his wings could take him, puffing heavily. "Webs!" Sunny shot out of the sky to help her old guardian. Just as Sunny helped Webs catch up to the others, Tsunami dove out of the sky, like a spear slicing the sky apart, and pinned Blister to the ground. She slashed at the Sandwing's under-belly and then flew back towards the others, hoping Blister's barbed tail wouldn't come near her scales. As the sun set and the three moons rose, the six dragons flew for miles, hoping to find land to rest for the night.

Quick Write: Story Starters - Everyone had a Story About him...

 Everyone had a story about him. Some were gruesome, some were not as gruesome. Darkstalker; a 2000 year old, supposedly invincible, animus, mind reader and future-seeing Nightwing. All of the tribes say he is the son of Prince Arctic, an animus Icewing. As the word grew, he in the story did horrible moves like killing his best friend, turning himself invincible and cursing his own father to disembowel himself. As he grew in size and power Foeslayer, his mother, knew he had to be stopped.

Fathom, an animus Seawing prince who was friends, if not best friends, with Darkstalker himself, created an animus-touched bracelet to give to Darkstalker which would cause him to fall into deep forever unless the bracelet is removed or broken off of his wrist. Foolishly, Darkstalker took the bracelet from Fathom's palm, expecting it to be a gift, and carefully slid it onto his forearm. Suddenly, he unconsciously flopped to the ground, his sides rising and falling in a deep sleep. The Nightwings buried him and fled in fear of him rising from the ground and getting revenge on his tribe by picking them off one-by-one, so they searched for a new home.

"To this day onwards, dragons from every tribe fear that he will awaken and destroy Pyrrhia and everyone in it for revenge," Winter explained with a wicked grin spread across his face. "Don't be silly," replied moon with a 'are-you-serious-these-are-young-hatchlings' face on, trying to calm down the crying and screaming dragonets. "It's just a story silly old Winter over here made up right Winter?" She slung one arm around Winter, forcing her frown into a smile. "Silly old Winter," whispered Winter to Moon with a disapproval face. "Just go with it," Moon whispered back. " Yeah yeah, allright Moon. It is just a story I, silly old Winter made up," grumped Winter in a robotic voice. Moon tried to hold in her giggle along with Kinkajou and Qibli. Winter shot a frown in all three of their directions. Now the young hatchlings were even laughing and wiping away tears. "You better remember my story- I mean, the true tale of Darkstalker!" Winter shouted, stomping out of the dorm.

Quick-Write; Story Starter: It Started out, Just Like a Normal Day...

 It started out, just like a normal day. Stuck in a cave; no sky, no clouds, just rock and rock with the occasional rock. Clay, Tsunami, Glory, Starflight and Sunny had been stuck under a mountain ever since they hatched from their eggs. Their 'guardians' Webs, Kestrel and Dune, have had to train and raise these dragonets to fulfill the prophecy stop the war between the three Sandwing Queens who Blister, Blaze and Burn. The dragonet prophecy echoed through their heads.

When the war has lasted 20 years, the dragonets will come. When the land is soaked in blood and tears, the dragonets will come. Find a Seawing egg of deepest blue, Wings of Night shall come to you. The largest egg in mountain high, will give to you Wings of Sky. For Wings of Earth search through the mud, for an egg the colour of dragon's blood. And hidden away from rival queens, the Sandwing egg awaits unseen. For three queens who Blister and Blaze and Burn, two shall die and one shall learn. If she bows to a fate that is stronger and higher, she will have the power of Wings of Fire. Five eggs to hatch on brightest night, five dragons born to end the fight. Darkness will rise to bring the light, the dragonets are coming.

"FIGHT!" Kestrel boomed at Clay. "Urmm... Maybe we could stop and tal- OOF, " Kestrel had just slammed Clay into a nearby stalactite, shattering under his heavy scales. "Are all Mudwings this useless or just you?" The crimson Skywing had smoke leaking out of her nostrils, Clay knew what that meant. He just rolled out of the way of a bursting streak of fire, slamming into a stalactite as he did so. Groaning, Clay stumbled to his feet and climbed up onto the nearest stalactite. Unluckily, his tail was resting on the smooth, rock floor. Kestrel saw it plain as day leaped towards it with her talons outstretched. "Oww! You said stomping tails was cheating!" Yelled Clay, his talons slowly slipping from the stalactite; creating a horrid sound like claws on a blackboard. "I'm your teacher," replied Kestrel. "Nothing I do is cheating!" Kestrel pinned Clay to the cold rock floor, grinning.

Suddenly, she let out a booming roar, bits of spit spattering over Clay's face. Frowning, Kestrel turned around to meet eyes with Tsunami, a magnificent sea-blue Seawing with fierce, dark blue eyes. She was holding a crimson scale in her mouth. "How nice of you," Kestrel started, glancing down at the bare spot in her scales then quickly looking back up a Tsunami. "Saving the dragon who tried to kill you in your egg." Tsunami rolled her eyes and spat out the scale to reply to Kestrel. "Luckily, you big dragons were there to save the day and now we get to hear about it all the time," said Tsunami sarcastically. Kestrel sighed. "Another unimpressive sesion Mudwing," grumbled Kestrel as she exited the training room through a dark tunnel. Clay sighed in relief. "Wait! Tsunami, Kestrel is going to be so mean to you tomorrow, " panicked Clay. "Oh no!" Tsunami laughed. "I have never seen Kestel be mean before!" "Haha... Owww." Tsunami glanced at Clay. "Are you hurt?" Asked Tsunami. "Yeah, I guess," replied Clay.

Tsunami stared down her snout at Clay. "Jump in the river." "What?" Said Clay surprised. 'Jump in the river' was what Tsunami said to solve any problem. 'Stubbed your claw? Jump in the river! Acing Wings? Jump in the river! Ate to many cows? Jump in the river!' It obviously hasn't occurred to her that she is the only one that likes water, because she is the only Seawing under the mountain besides Webs. "I am NOT jumping into the river! It's too col, too-too... uhh colder," muttered Clay. Tsunami frowned at him. "Fiiiiine," sighed Tsunami, scraping one claw along the stone floor. Suddenly, Tsunami's face lit up. "Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you- well, ask you how you felt about escaping?" "Escaping!" Clay repeated. "You mean exiting the cave before our guardians tell us!?" "Yes," Tsunami said slowly. "But what about the others and the other tribes and, and the prophecy we have to fulfill and-!" "Yes or no," Tsunami interrupted. "Urmmm... how?" "How what?" "How will we escape?" Stumbled Clay. "I don't know yet," replied Tsunami, crouching down to fiddle with a loose rock. "Moo!" "What's that," asked Tsunami. Clay knew exactly what it was. Before Clay could say anything, Tsunami shouted "Cows!" And raced off. "Dinner! Cows! Hooray!" Clay Called, racing towards the dinner cave, forgetting about escaping completely.

Quick-Write; Story Starter: Suddenly, His Phone Rang...

  If you were wondering why the title was so long or the "suddenly, his phone rang" part, here is a little exclamation about what I'm doing. We got to choose a story starter to write a quick story, so I chose "suddenly, his phone rang". We got to choose what the story was about so mine was 100% about dragons.  Here is my quick story down below, I hope you like it. 

Suddenly, his phone rang. When I say phone, I mean his dream-visitor. It was flashing and vibrating all over his bed, leaves and feather wrinkling under the sapphira. Starkeeper was mumbling tiredly after being woken up from his deep snooze. He looked up at the night sky, only two of the three moons were visible that night, but still bright. The moons gleam reflected off of Starkeeper's dark grey scales, turning them a beautiful silver colour. He took his gaze off the stars and turned his head to look down at the sapphira dream-visitor, thinking whether or not to place it in his talons. What if it is my sister? What if she has found a way to communicate to me? He finally thought of his decision. His talons twiched towards the dream-visitor, slowly grasping it in his hands.

Nightgazer?

"Hello, Starkeeper."

Starkeeper dropped the dream-visitor from his forehead in shock to hear an unfamiliar voice. It was definitely not Nightgazer. That was a male dragon who spoke to him through the dream-visitor. Starkeeper wasn't even sure that he had met a male dragon besides his father, now peacefully in his grave, taken away from Starkeeper by the horrid war. Starkeepers father fought hard in the war, not hard enough. As Starkeeper thought about his father, tears rolled down his cheeks. Stupid war...  

 🐧Pengon🐉

I am writing this poem because in my writing workshop, we had to do a poem, using different ending punctuation, about a penguin turning into a dragon. It was really fun to write so I decided to share it with everyone through my blog. 

I was just a normal penguin, short fluffy and bland,

while yesterday (on May the 1st) is when my adventure began!

It started in the ocean, catching lots of fish,

to bring and place on my brothers and sisters dish.

Then the strangest thing happened, would you know,

that on a sunny beach it started to snow?

We all grew cold because we lived in a tire,

then all of a sudden, out of my beak, came a sprout of fire!

Next horns sprouted out of my head,

I thought by sundown I'd be dead!

If you thought that was it, you are wrong,

my wings surprisingly grew too long?

My beautiful feathers started to fall,

and as scales grew back I started to crawl.

My brothers were scared, my sisters were too,

they started to run from me boo-hoo!

I told them to stop, my voice sounds like roars,

but they continued to run from me some more.

My mouth was no longer a pointed beak,

it was now a snout, spiked, long and sleek.

People were screaming out on the streets,

as my calls echoed like thunder beats!

I grew in size, as tall as a tower,

my breath smelt like a penguin who hadn't had a shower.

My scales were still black with a blue-ish shine,

armies started sounding alarms that sounded like horrid chimes.

I flapped my wings to get out of this mess,

I started to fly so I called out "YES!"

I hid behind an old stone fountain,

while underneath me grew a mountain.

It engulfed the fountain, along with me,

while when i'm knocked out I turn into a tree!

That is why if you look around,

there is not a single dragon to be found...