Soldiers in the Village

Bryn woke up to shouting and when he looked out the window there were soldiers in the square and they were asking everyone the same question. Had anyone found an egg. Had anyone seen anything in the woods. There was a man with them in a black coat who wasnt a soldier and somehow he was scarier than all of them. The dragon was very quiet in Bryns mind. Then it said: that man can feel me. We have maybe an hour. Probably less. Bryn looked at the little dragon, who was hiding in his coat again, and he looked at the soldiers, and he realised that his life had stopped being his own life and become a different kind of story, the kind that didnt have safe parts. "Okay," he said. His voice shook. "Okay. We run. I dont have a plan past that." Thats fine, the dragon said. Neither do I. We can be bad at this together.