He breathed. The little paper thing began to flutter, puffing smoke from deep within its being. The dragon lived. Thousands of them flew, sat on shelves, and watched as Gideon quickly folded through the last steps of the paper dragon he had been making. The tiny thing got up and flew to meet its new brethren. Gideon was the only Dragon Breather in the world, and he loved creating little companions both for himself and for others. All it took was a few folds and a breath from his mouth, and there was a tiny paper dragon, full of life.
Isaac Grant over 4 years ago
please comment on which series i should continue.