Lesson video

Hi, welcome to the last grammar lesson with me, Ms. Richards.

Can you believe that we've reached the end.

Really sad.

I've really enjoyed it and I hope you have too, but let's not finish too soon because we still have the end of our story to write.

Although our heroes have been on their big and epic battle, we now get to return and we get to see what life looks for them after.

I can't wait, but let's make sure we're all set up.

I'm ready to go first.

Can you make sure that you've got pen, paper.

You've got your story with you so you can remember what happened.

You're sat somewhere nice and quiet, and you've turned notifications off on all your devices.

If you want to pause the video now to get yourself set up, that's actually fine.

Here's your reminder slide.

If you need it, or haven't quite paused in time, just make sure you are fully ready and set up to go.

Okay, today then we're just going to recap few sentences.

And then the entire lesson is really about planning the ending to our story.

We want to think about moral messages.

We want to think about making sure our ending is plausible.

And then you're going to write your ending and then you'll have your final quiz.

The whole unit.

Let's remind ourselves what fused sentences are? You might know a few sentences as run-on-sentences.

These are when two independent clauses have been joined without any punctuation or without a coordinating conjunction.

If I go to my example, Clover looked nervously at her father she was scared.

I've got two independent clauses that, and I've not put anything to join them.

I might be tempted to use and then it becomes run-on.

Clover looked nervously at her father and she was scared and she thought she might be in trouble.

I've repeated my subject Clover with she three times there and I've got three separate independent clauses I've tried to join with an and.

That's a mistake.

I can't do that.

What I need to do is to either use full stops and capital letters.

Clover looked nervously at her father.

She was scared.

I can use as.

Clover looked nervously at her father, as she was scared, Clover looked nervously at her father because she was scared.

And you'll notice I've got a small as throughout all of this because it's all one sentence I've not started a new sentence, or I can use a semi-colon.

Clover looked nervously at her father; she was scared.

The other way I can change it is I can turn the second independent clause into a subordinate clause that comes in front.

Scared of his reaction, Clover looked nervously at her father.

That's a bit more complicated.

So let's just break that down.

She looked nervously at her father she was scared.

That's my few sentence with my two independent clauses and no punctuation.

I've picked this out as my independent clause.

This is going to be the main part of my sentence.

Clover looked nervously at her father.

So this second independent clause, I'll either need to put punctuation between them or I can turn it into the subordinate.

And I need to think that actually she was scared of her father's reaction.

So first of all, I've extended out what she was scared of.

Then what I'm going to do is put that in front of my independent clause, she was scared of her father's reaction.

Clover looked nervously at her father.

Now I can leave that as two separate sentences, that's fine.

Or I can get rid of my subject and my verb in this first one.

She was.

And if I remove that, I get this.

Scared of her father's reaction, because it's now a subordinate clause in front of the independent clause.

Clover looked nervously at her father.

It's quite complicated until you've done a few, but it's honestly not that difficult.

I've got her father's twice though.

Scared of her father's reaction.

Clover looked nervously at her father.

It makes sense.

It's fine.

It just sounds a little bit clumpy.

So I'm going to change that to his.

Scared of his reaction, Clover looked nervously at her father.

Let's remind ourselves then few sentences can be fixed by using a coordinating conjunction, using a semi-colon, a full stop to create two independent clauses or by creating a subordinating conjunction.

Tricky, but really good one to challenge yourself with.

Here you go then, you are going to pause the video and correct each of these sentences.

It's up to you, how you do it.

They're all fused, there is no punctuation separating the two independent clauses.

So you've got to decide if you're going to a full-stop, capital letter, coordinating conjunction, or have a go at subordinating conjunction.

It's up to you.

Pause the video, give it a go.

Let's go through them one at a time.

These are any possible answers.

'cause you might have chosen to do something very different to me.

Clover glared furiously at her big brothers, because she was mad that they were laughing at her.

Number two, The explorer grabbed the magic lamp.

He swung on his rope and landed safely.

So I've removed the second subject there.

This is one that I could also do as a subordinate.

Swinging on his rope, he landed safely.

It's entirely up to you.

Number three, I've kept it really simple.

I've just used full-stop, capital letters for each independent clause.

And I've separated that into four independent clauses.

That reminds us really really useful because in a moment you're going to bring your story and you're going to have a complete story.

And then we need to be able to go back through and proofread and check that we punctuated all of our sentences properly, but we want to plan our ending.

Don't we? So we want to think about the moral messages in our stories.

You might know what that means already.

Fantastic.

In which case you have lots of ideas burning or you might not be sure Let's have a look.

Whether we are writing in the action genre, gothic, romance, or fantasy.

Stories often have a moral message to them.

And a moral is a lesson that comes from a story or an experience.

These tend to be things like good wins over evil.

Liars get caught.

Good behaviour is rewarded.

Bad behaviour is punished.

Kindness wins.

That you need to take responsibility for your actions.

Or there are different ways to be brave.

These are just examples of morals that you can get from stories.

There are plenty of others, but these are all lessons that you might take from a story or an experience.

In my story with Clover.

The morals behind it are that kindness wins because Clover was kind to the dragon and there are different ways to be brave.

She didn't fight the dragon.

She was brave through her words and her actions.

So I'm going to put that into my planning paragraph.

The moral message of my story is that there are different ways to be brave.

We can see this when Clover defends the dragon.

She is brave to put herself in danger, but also to defend the dragon.

Clover shows that kindness wins.

She also shows that standing up for others could be much braver than fighting or attacking them just because you think they are scary or different.

Now I'm going to get you to do exactly the same thing using this structure.

And you can see I've added in lots of detail.

I'd like you to pause the video now decide which moral message fits your story.

And you might have to think of another one.

If the ones that I've given as that don't fit and complete this paragraph.

My story had two more messages.

Yours might as well.

That's absolutely fine.

Pause the video, complete your answer and press play when you're ready.

Okay.

Our stories have their moral messages.

We know what we want the reader to take away from our story and what we want the reader to learn from our heroes experience.

But we now need to make sure ending feels plausible.

Do you remember that word meant realistic and believable? So let's have a think about what we need to do here.

Let's think about some plausible rewards because our stories will have a happy ending.

So if a princess rescues a Prince from a tower.

Is it plausible? Is it believable that the Prince says he hates the Princess and never wants to see her again? Or the Prince and the princess become best friends? which is most plausible? Well, it's going to be plausible that they become friends because our moral message is the story that we want.

The thing that we want the reader to learn from our story.

And so there needs to be a positive reward to it.

So it inspires the reader to make similar good choices.

If the Prince said he hated the Princess and never wanted to see her again, then the reader would say, well, there's no point rescuing people who are trapped, or there's no point helping others who need your help because it just ends badly ends with someone not liking you.

So our plausible reward has to feel really positive.

It has to feel like something that might inspire the reader.

We know our readers, aren't going out and fighting dragons, but they could be going out and standing up for other people and being really brave.

So we want the rewards to feel like something that would tempt the reader.

Have a go at this one then.

The detective solves a difficult case and finds a dangerous criminal.

Which of these do you think would be a plausible reward for our detective? Pause the video now and make your choice.

Did you pick one of these two? Were you tempted to say that the detective became a millionaire or became a Lord? That's a fantastic reward, isn't it? And that would really tempt the reader to want to solve difficult cases or use their intelligence to help others.

But is it plausible? Is it realistic? Who on earth would give the detective the money that would make them a millionaire? Who is it actually that would decide that detectives should become a Lord because you have to remember the Royal family who decides that.

So unless this case worked alongside the Royal family, that wouldn't feel very believable.

Being given an award for bravery though is believable because we know that the police hand out awards all the time for people being brave.

That would be a really plausible reward.

Have a look at this one then.

A village has been under attack from an evil villain who tries to take control.

The villain was defeated.

Pause the video and decide which of these are plausible rewards.

Did you get it.

The flowers now grow again in the nearby fields.

Our rewards don't always have to be directly for the hero.

Sometimes it can be for the place or the people that they've saved as well.

Quite often, particularly in fantasies, we'll tend to see that the landscape will change.

Things have been cold or no field have been able to grow any fruit or veg.

And it's almost like the land has been under attack from the villain as well.

So when the villain is defeated, the land rejoices, and you'll see if you see in films the land comes to life full of greens and purples and colours and becomes really vibrant.

Okay.

One more then please.

A knight saves the King from danger.

Pause the video and decide, which are the plausible rewards.

Did I trick you here? All three of these are really, really plausible.

They might be given you armour as a thank you.

They might be given a title from the King, so they become sir, or they might get promoted to lead the Kings armies or something like that.

Actually, all three of these could be really plausible.

All three could be given as a reward in one story or just one of them.

You can have more than one reward.

I wonder if you can pick the plausible reward that's going to happen in my story.

Clover has shown bravery in defending the dragon.

She is applying for a place at Mundale School for Knights.

Which of these is going to be the plausible reward for my hero.

Pause the video to make your choice.

Did you pick this one? I would love to give Clover a million pounds as a thank you.

I think it'd be great.

Who wouldn't love a million pounds, but who would give Clover that money? She showed bravery 'cause she defended the dragon, but the dragon doesn't have a million pounds.

Her father, isn't going to give her a million pounds.

So although that would be a lovely thing.

That's not very realistic 'cause that money doesn't fit with the story.

We also know that Clover is 12.

We might love to become a millionaire, but she doesn't actually need to be one yet.

So a plausible reward is that she's given a scholarship to the school.

We know from the start of the story that she was nervous about applying.

So it's really fitting and believable that that reward her.

So in my story, the plausible reward for my hero will be Clover receiving a scholarship for Mundale School for Knights.

This is appropriate and creates a motivational reward with a happy ending because we know Clover has been studying hard for the entrance exam.

The scholarship rewards her bravery.

I'd like you to pause the video now and make that choice for your own story.

Press play when you're ready.

It's our moment.

You're going to write the ending.

Sorry.

A paragraph minimum.

The endings are normally a little bit shorter.

I know I wrote lots and lots of my climatic battle, but our endings tend to just be a few paragraphs maximum.

Your hero's returning and you're here where we'll find out their reward.

You might use speech and you should proofread to make sure you've not included any few sentences and make your whole story fits together.

Now I've come back to the village because we don't have to go straight from the problem.

We can have a little bit of a time jump now.

A few hours, a few days, a week, or as the months passed, you can use some time here to move your story on on a little bit.

and think about the impact of that problem being solved on the hero or the village or the place we were at the beginning.

If you know what you want to write, pause the video now.

This one's are little bit harder because all of us have got different morals, different rewards, and we've had lots of different things happening, but I've got a sentence start for you here.

Just as slowly, something returned.

So it might be slowly Clover returned to the village.

So your hero returns or slowly life returned to normal in the village.

You can use that as your sentence started, just to help you at this ending, give it a shot.

have a go and create suitable ending for your hero.

Are you ready now to check your work through? Have you written at least a paragraph for your ending that's indented? Has your hero now returned and been rewarded? If you use speech, did you punctuate it properly? And have you proofread it? Pause the video, take as long as you need doing that.

And then I'm going to share my story.

How did you get on with your stories? Have you loved them? Have you read them to an adult in your life or a sibling a cousin, might be really nice to share now what you've written.

I'd like to share my story and I know you want to hear the ending.

I know, you know what reward Clovers now got.

I'm going to share my story from the start so that you can hear it the whole way through.

Make yourself nice and comfortable now.

'Cause you know I've written quite a lot and I hope you really enjoy hearing the story of Clover, the Dragon Defender.

At the base of the looming mountain there's a small and unremarkable village down a winding road.

It looks just like any other village, a small cluster of houses that sit under the dominating Mount Mundale.

If you followed the narrow and winding road through the village, then you might not notice anything different.

There's a small village post office, a village pub, and the blacksmith's forge.

On a cold day plumes of smoke arise from the chimneys, or the buildings.

On sunny days, everyone has their doors open to welcome in the light pine scent from the nearby forest.

If you chose to follow the road further, then you'd come to a beautiful and a twinkly like that on a still day creates a perfect mirror reflection of Mount Mundale.

It's especially beautiful in the winter when the Lake is slightly frozen and the mountain is covered in snow.

You might be mistaken for thinking this village is completely unremarkable.

In many ways, it's just like any other.

However, if you were to walk into the blacksmith's forge, then you'll realise that this isn't any forge.

While you should find the usual array of horseshoes, candlestick holders and ornaments made by the talent of blacksmith.

You might also spot the swords, shields and knight's armour hanging from the hooks.

For this village was unlike others in many ways.

El Mundale, as the village was known, was home to the famous Mundale School for knights, There were more knights living in this village than anywhere else in the realm.

From the outside, Mundale School for Knights looked a little bit like a barn.

The outside was timber and it had a simple red tiled roof.

Just like any other building in the village.

There was nothing very different on the outside about this school.

None of the grand jury you might expect until you walked inside the unassuming door, suddenly behind the facade of timber, you were transported into the grandest stone hall with double height ceilings you had ever seen.

Wow, you'd be transported there.

If you were a knight, that is.

Only knights were allowed to step inside.

Let us pause for a moment and move to a nice cosy home right next door to Mundale School for Knights.

From the outside, it was just like every other house.

Inside however, there were some very special occupants.

Take a moment.

Who can you see? The pair of brothers sat at the dining table, squabbling over the armour polish as they try and out-do each other on the shine of their helmets.

Perhaps your focus is caught on the stock.

Perhaps your focus is caught on the tool and stronger command who has sat the head of the table, pouring over maps with his wife perch next to him.

That's Chief Bater.

He's the chief of El Mundale.

His wife, Professor Bater is the head teacher of Mundale School for Knights.

There are no goings zone in this town that they don't know about.

The last occupant in the room who might have caught your attention is the small wiley little girl curled up in the armchair in the corner, eyes pouring over her back.

You might have to look closely though.

She's very small for her age.

She looks even smaller at the moment, tack, tack delicately in the chair especially if you compare her to the brute size over her brothers.

That's Clover.

She's just 12 years old.

Later this year she'll apply for Mundale School for Knights, you have to be 13 to start training.

Although she's been practising and learning everything she possibly can.

In fact, the book she's reading now, it's the, "Chivalric Code for Knights." It's a pledge or a promise that every new knight takes, when they step at Mundale.

The "Chivalric Code" covers all the rules and promises a knight will make about how they live their life.

It's a promise to live an honest life without lying or cheating.

It's a promise to your town and the other knights to support them.

Most importantly, it's a promise to defend, not attack.

That's the number one rule of being a knight.

They are there to defend others and protect them.

Clover is determined to know every word in it, as she's serious about making this promise.

She's serious about getting into Mundale too.

Everyone assumes the place is automatically hers because of who her mother and father are.

When your mom's the head teacher.

It's a little bit awkward if you don't get in, but Clover knows she'll get no special treatment.

She has to study, practise and pass the entrance exam just like every other student.

However exam is knowing your "Chivalric Code" in full.

If she's on it though Clover's a little bit nervous.

She knows she's working hard to prepare and she's been practising with her training sword since she got it at her ninth birthday.

You're not allowed to use sword until you turn 13.

It's just that Clover hasn't shown any real talent at being a knight.

Not yet anyway.

By the time they were 12, both her brothers had proven themselves to be strong and capable and brave.

They won every practise fight they entered and they were great at strategizing.

They knew when their opponent would duck left or swing their sword over their arm.

It meant her brothers could anticipate every move and win every time.

Clover tries, she really does.

It's just, how do you predict what move someone else is going to make.

Her brothers frustrate her? They're just so good at being knights.

They've passed every exam first time and they're always the top of the class.

They're exactly what you'd expect.

The chief and head teacher's children.

They're big shoes to fill.

Wow, Big armour to fill and Clover's just a little bit scared that she's never going to be quite good enough.

Later that day when lunch was finished and all the chores had been done, yes, even knights have chores to do at home.

Clover and her brothers were settled back into their positions of armour cleaning and reading.

When their father softly cleared his throat.

"Boys" he said there is something I needed to talk to you about.

"Tonight a.

." he stopped for a moment.

Suddenly remembering that Clover was still in the room.

She deliberately tried to think deep into the chair, keeping her body as still as possible so she wouldn't be spotted.

"Clover, why don't you take yourself out into the garden practise with a wooden sword or maybe set up a training course will come and join you after." he smiled softly, It was one of those casual adult comments that were suggestions, but also orders.

Clover got up from her chest slowly.

Her movements were careful and deliberate.

She gently placed her book down.

She was drawing out her time in the room in case her father decided to start.

When it was clear that he was going to wait until she left.

She huffed and moved towards the door.

She took her father's nod as a sign that the door needed to be shut too.

She closed it reluctantly.

Then at high speed, she ran around the side of the house and crept under the kitchen window.

It had been left open to get rid of the smell of stew from lunch.

And she knew she really scrunched up her eyes and concentrated.

She'd still be able to hear every word.

Clover got nervously.

She couldn't believe that her father was consulting with her brothers.

It had to be something serious.

She paused for a moment fearful of getting caught, but this was soon replaced with curiosity.

She returned to listening intently.

"I'm sorry for the secrecy.

I'm sure you're wondering why I'm speaking to you.

It's important you listen carefully." Clover heard her father say.

"A dragon has been spotted in Mundale woods" Clover and her brother's gasped in response.

Dragons hadn't been spotted in Mundale woods since the awful battle of Okmo, many, many knights lost their lives that fight.

It had raged for days and half of Mundale would be been burned down by the dragons during the battle.

Mundale had won but only just.

Many villagers still feared the return of the dragons.

It seems that time had come.

Clover shook her head from recording her history lessons and refocused on the conversation taking place inside.

"We're leaving tonight as the sunsets, we'll meet the others at the forge.

From there, we'll be tracking up the mountain under the cover of darkness.

We must remove the dragon before others join it." Her father paused.

I know you've only just finished your training, but I would be proud to have you on my side.

You're ready.

Clover froze in place.

Her father and her brothers would be facing a dragon tonight.

She didn't know if she was scared or envious.

The scraping of the chairs on the floor alerted her to the movement inside.

Their conversation had finished.

Quickly she scattered up from under a window and grabbed her wooden sword from the rack.

Just as her father popped outside to check on her.

As the sun began to set, Clover made some exaggerated yawns and claimed she was exhausted from her earlier training.

She took herself upstairs to her bedroom on the pretence of getting an early night and lots of sleep.

As expected her father and brothers were too distracted with preparing for the evening.

It was only Clover's mother who gave her a suspicious look and then a small smile.

Clover drifted upstairs in a daydream.

She imagined herself standing triumphantly as dragon lay slain on the floor.

Everyone applauding her.

She just knew she had to join the group, going to hunt the dragon tonight.

She had to prove her own bravery and that she was as good as her brothers.

No, better than them.

Once upstairs Clover tiptoed across into her parents room.

She knew far back in the cupboard.

Her mother still kept the armour she'd worn as a teenager.

It was beautifully handcrafted with small on it details on the helmet, perfectly sculptured to fit her mother's face.

It was being kept for when Clover started Mundale, then the local blacksmith would adapt and alter it to fit Clover perfectly.

She used to love trying it on for dress up.

Clover knew it would still be slightly too big, but she would need armour.

if she was going to be a proper knight.

It was better than turning up to fight a dragon in her pyjamas.

She carefully took up the armour, a helmet, chain mail, her mother shield and a small sword.

She was prepared.

Gently so as not to disturb her family Clover dressed in the stolen armour and then crept out of her bedroom window.

She could hear the noise of her brothers and father sitting up out on the front yard, which she hoped would mask her own chain mail, making noises.

With a quick scuttle, Clover ran as fast as she could in the unfamiliar armour across the back garden and to the edge of the woods where she could hide in the shadows and observe her brothers and father meeting the other knights from the village.

After a short delay, the group of knights stood resplendent.

Her father as chief of the village had issued orders and a rallying speech of bravery, which inspired all all who stood listening.

They took off into the forest and up the steep incline as the forest merged into mountain.

Clover ensured she stayed parallel to the group, sticking to the shadows.

She was close enough to see them, but far enough away to still, if anyone glanced over their shoulder.

Fortunately the group were focused on ensuring they were balanced as they walked up the rocky and an even incline.

After what felt like hours of walking for Clover was not used to wearing heavy armour or walking distances in it.

The group of knights reached the edge of the forest and higher up the mountain.

Here Clover realised she was about to lose her wooded cover and safety? She knew the group had right to the large caves at the top of the mountain.

Spotting a path that duct left, she felt sure she could take the route and reach the case from the other direction.

Carefully she scuttled along the narrow path illuminated by the bright moon now they were out of the trees.

Rocks scattered as Clover crept along the path, flying at high speed down the side of the mountain.

She tensed and paused, worried that one wrong move would send half flying down too.

Clover collected her thoughts.

She was brave.

She could do this.

She took another step, deep breath, another step rocks scattered, but she held her balance just like she'd practised in training.

Pause, breathe, centre, do not rush.

After what felt like the most concentration she had ever used.

Clover reached the edge for narrow path and turned a corner.

There in front of her was a large pair of rocks and boulders.

Clover froze in fear.

Those were flames.

That was definitely a dragon in the cave really close to her.

She listened carefully.

In the distance she could hear some gentle rumblings and the odd squeak.

Wo squeaks.

She paused for a moment and held her breath.

Yes.

There were definite squeaks amongst the vibrations of the dragons rumbling breath.

Did that mean squeaks, but there are baby dragons in the cave too.

Clover twisting her hand around the hill of her sword.

She took her shield out from where it had been stowed on her back.

Holding them, brought her a sense of calm and made her feel like a real knight, sort of anyway.

How calm could you be when you were preparing yourself to face a fire, breathing dragon.

She wasn't exactly known for being the bravest.

In fact, let's be fair compared to her brothers.

She felt weak and cowardly all the time.

Her brothers were great, Valiant and noble.

Like they were born to be knights.

Their bravely shone brighter than the stars in the sky.

For Clover she was just a knight through heritage alone.

Maybe she should turn around and walk back.

The group would surely be arriving soon.

They'd never known she was here and they could face the dragon.

No, she was a brave knight.

Clover straightened up and took a cautious step forward before stumbling over a loose rock.

She squealed aloud before shoving her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound.

She did not need to alert the dragon to her presence now.

Scrambling across the loose rocks Clover took stock the deep dark cave in front of her.

"Who is there?" A deep grounding voice purred from the dark cave.

Wisps of smoke, cowed and danced in the air.

Forming shapes and letters that wrapped around Clover, twirling and weaving in a net in a net that ensnared.

There was no disguising when a dragon spoke to you.

Clover gulped.

She'd been hoping for an element of surprise that the dragon might be sleeping when she'd approached, or maybe just a way.

Do dragons go on vacation.

That would have been convenient.

Walk straight into the cage to find the dragon had packed his, her.

Clover assumed her suitcase and gone for a vacation.

Where would the dragon go? It would be quite obvious.

Wow.

At least they could fly.

So wherever they liked probably.

Right.

This was definitely not the point.

I'm probably not relevant to the current situation.

Small wisps of smoke called closer to Clover.

With a final breath and the confidence that defied her Clover smiled brightly.

Hallo! She called out! I'm Clover from El Mundale.

I've come to come to, come to.

Eeem.

"kill me?" The dragon purred.

There was a sound of smile to the dragon's voice.

Did dragon smile? Was that possible, right? Now the focus again.

Nope.

Definitely not.

Nope.

Clover squeaked.

Please the dragon couldn't see the way she grasped her sword tighter.

Her mother's sword.

Did I, did I hear, do you have babies? Clover asked nervously? "I do." The dragon purred in response.

"Do you plan to kill them too?" Clover froze in shock and shook her head.

"Yet there's a group of knights just like you Who'll be here shortly if my patrols are not mistaken, I suspect they will be planning to kill myself and my babies.

Am I correct?" The dragon tilted its head slowly as it questioned Clover.

Clover exhaled and released in one quick breath.

Only because they don't know you have babies and you're a mother.

And so I guess you probably just want to raise your family safely and you haven't moved here because you want to kill us in the village, but they're scared of you might.

It's just they're judging you on the other dragons who did lots of damage and now everyone's scared of dragons.

Clover took a deep and shuddering breath.

The dragon purred softly, as it spoke.

The rumbles and wisps of smoke, blew patterns around Clover's armour.

"Then young knight, I suspect, you know what you must do." Clover's heart beamed at being addressed as a knight, the dragon thought she was a real knight.

Clover began to strap her shield onto her back and turned so her back was to the cave.

She listened intently as a near silent footsteps of the approaching group neared.

With soft and padded steps, the dragon slunk slowly back into the cave.

Clover could still smell the smoke.

So she knew the dragon was close, but hidden.

As the group of knights, turn the corner and face the cave.

Clover let out a roar louder than any dragon.

Stop! She bellowed.

The approaching knight's froze.

Their swords were already drawn and bows nicked with arrows.

Clover held her sword out in response.

As if she alone could take on a group of fully trained and armed knights.

"Who goes there?" Her father's calm and steady voice questioned Who was around the cave behind Clover? "Don't hurt this dragon.

She has babies, please.

She's not going to hurt you." Clover began trying to disguise her voice so her father wouldn't recognise her.

"Stand down young knight or get taken down." Her father warned.

Clover began to protest, but her father raised his own sword and unspoken warning.

Clover knew there was any one thing she could do.

She had to break the number one rule that was drilled into all knights.

Slowly Clover shift her sword and lifted her helmets visor.

Never expose your face on the battlefield.

It left you vulnerable.

Her brother and father gasped followed by others in the group who recognised her.

Their swords began to waiver.

Should they be pointing them at the Chief's daughter? "Clover? What on earth? Get behind me quick." Her father launched forward as if to protect her.

Clover jumped back and shook her head.

No, put your weapons down.

Her father nodded a slow instruction to the group, lower their weapons.

You've come to fight a dragon.

Clover began.

She paused and collected her thoughts.

This speech needed to be perfect.

You've decided because previous dragons were dangerous that this one must be too, but you forgot the first role in the Chivalric Code.

Defend not attack.

We are knights.

We defend others.

You say you're defending El Mundale, but this dragon hasn't attacked us.

She's just living there by embracing her family.

She's not here to harm us, but she will protect her family like you're protecting yours.

Clover paused, had she said enough.

Each of you have come here ready to break the first rule in the Chivalric Code.

Yet you stand here and call yourself knights.

Slowly as if on cue the dragon appeared from the depth of the cave with its head and neck lowered in submission, the knights shove as they hastily pulled out their weapons.

"Stand down your weapons" Clover instructed.

A tone of voice beguiling her younger years.

She means no harm.

Courageous Clover.

The Dragon Defender of El Mundale is correct.

The dragon purred as delicate wisps of smoke, proud and danced with each breath.

I come to negotiate.

It was the next morning.

When Clover sat down to talk with her parents that she began to get nervous.

The previous evening she'd been exhausted.

Her father discussed arrangements with the dragon and both sides had listened to each other.

Together they had been able to arrange for the dragon to safely raise her family and for El Mundale to feel safe too.

The dragon would be a protector.

When they'd returned it was so late that her father had sent her straight to bed.

Clover had fallen asleep with the dragons words, swimming around in her mind.

Courageous Clover, The Dragon Defender, suddenly sitting at their kitchen table with her mother and father sat opposite her.

Clover realised just how much trouble she could be in.

She preferred to face a dragon again, sit through this.

she decided.

Fortunately things weren't quite as bad as clover feared.

After being told off for stealing the armour, sneaking out of the house and putting herself in danger.

Clover's mother told her the best and most exciting news they had been so proud of her bravery and how well she'd known the Chivalric Code.

Clover had always thought that bravery meant fighting, but standing up to her father had been a briefing to do too.

Although they told her next time she should probably do it from the safety of the kitchen, rather than beside a dragon.

As Clover had shown her own version of bravery, her mother had decided to award her a scholarship to Mundale School for Knights.

Clover could not believe her ears.

She'd proven that she deserved a place there.

Clover lept up from the table, ready to dash outside and begin practising so she'd be the best knight in her class.

Unfortunately, things weren't quite so simple.

Clover's mother simply coughed and pointed to the pile of washing up that needed to be done.

Clover might be brave, but she was also grounded for quite some time.

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