The young dragon didn't stop until it found itself deep in the woods, far from the view of the arts building. After looking back and around for a moment to make sure they were completely alone, Devon finally started to feel a bit tired from the run and dropped to the ground in tears. How could this day be going so badly? It seemed to have started out pretty well. It seemed like maybe she had come close to making a friend back at the campfire, and there were things to look forward to and everything. And then that plant-head had to not only ruin those possibilities, but turn into some kind of...demon whatever and [i]threaten[/i] her too? 

[i]If only I were a stronger dragon, I could have fought him off or something,[/i] she thought bitterly. [i]He made me look like a total wimp back there![/i] 

What would her family have said? They probably would have been so disappointed. Maybe they wouldn't have allowed her to come to camp anymore.