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where he was hiding. He had heard of Brown’s appointment to Commander in Chief. Why had he not been chosen? Why was he, not asked for his help?

    Green was now extremely envious of Brown’s appointment; his green skin was getting brighter and brighter by the minute as he became uncontrollably jealous. Green had made up his mind that he was going to show them all that the Council of Dragons had made a big mistake in entrusting their safety to Dragon Brown.

    Slinking further back into the shadows, Green began formulating a plan that would make him the hero and Brown an incompetent fool. But first, he had to be the one to bring important news to Dragon Black and the Council of Dragons. Green needed to be seen as the saviour of Draegonia, this was his golden opportunity. Devious thoughts rushed through his wicked brain. Grabbing a flaming torch affixed to the rocky wall, he headed for a side exit and into a dimly lit corridor that climbed up towards the lookout post. This had the advantage of visibly covering all the southern part of the island.

    Dragon Green, was about to make a name for himself.

                    
    * The most famous legend of Saint George is of him slaying a dragon. In the Middle Ages the dragon was commonly used to represent the Devil. The slaying of the dragon by St George was first credited to him in the twelfth century, long after his death. It is therefore likely that the many stories connected with St George’s name are fictitious. There are many versions of story of St George slaying the dragon, but most agree on the following:
    1.   A town was terrorised by a dragon.
    2.   A young princess was offered to the dragon
    3.   When George heard about this he rode into the village
    4.   George slew the dragon and rescued the princess

C HAPTER 8
Green with Envy and Black with Spots
    It had been quite a trek for the four shipwrecked children. Grace was still charging ahead closely followed by the three boys as they made their way deeper inland towards the centre of the island. “Come on we need to get there before night fall.”

    “Get where?” George asked. “There silly” Grace declared as she pointed her hand towards the smouldering volcano. Joel kicked a smooth round stone as all four stopped and stared. The stone rolled a few feet before gaining speed as it disappeared down the rough but very steep ground.

    They had been walking for hours and the terrain was becoming increasingly difficult to cover. They had now left the shade of the tall trees well behind them with the lush green grass and shrubbery having been replaced with short stubby clumps of dark green leafed bushes interspersed with patches of tall course brownish thin stems of wild grass. Moving even further inland, both sides of the track were punctuated every so often by larger rocks and boulders endorsing what was becoming an inhospitable scrubland, supporting numerous taller dense brown bushes with protruding prickly stems. As they climbed higher still and closer to the lair of Draegonia’s Dragons, they paused nearby to some tall jagged rocks; the lengthening shadows making it feel much cooler, as the four passed beneath them.

    “I need a rest” Joel wheezed. He was out of breath. He had been carrying the large bag from the life raft that had been repacked and now contained ropes, first aid pack, water (what little was left), matches, several tea bags, a packet of dried milk, VHF Radio and the gun with the remaining unused cartridges that earlier had saved them from what appeared to be an attacking white dragon.

    “O.K, let’s make camp here while we still have sufficient light to see what we’re doing” George said sympathetically, seeing that his pal Joel was completely exhausted. “Where will we camp?” shouted Zach who had been lagging behind. “Over there” Grace pointed towards three very large rocks. Two of them formed a V shape; the third rock was flatter and overhung the tops of the