When I arrived at his house, there were no lights on. Everything seemed dark. I knocked on the door with my hoof gently. No one answered. I knocked a second time, and this time the door opened, and standing behind the door wasn't Lemon Wedge, but a crying Mrs. Wedge.

"Mrs. Wedge, may I talk to Lemon?" Mrs. Wedge wasn't very tall, had dark green fur, and a strange pink and black mane. She was already crying, but when I asked this, she began bawling. "What's wrong?" I asked. She answered with uneven breathing, which tells me she has been crying for a very long time. "Lemon... c-can't be speak with you right now, because he's... he's..." She couldn't finish before she fell to the ground, crying. "What happened?" I asked, as Mr. Wedge walked up, with a look of depression on his purple face. "I'm sorry, Tini, but Lemon's been abducted by the dragons," said Mr. Wedge, as he closed his eyes, and tilted his head down as a single tear went down his cheek. "You can come in if you want, and I'll tell you what happened."

The Wedge house always had a smell of fruit that's been ground down into juice, but it was gone; the only smell in the house was the smell of salty tears. "I know you're great friends with Lemon," said Mr. Wedge, "and I won't try to soften the story at all. He's gone, we don't know where he is, why he's gone, or where he could have gone. It's not like him to run off." All I could think of is the little yellow boy that looked happy all the time, but with a frown on his face. All I could do is listen while I began to feel tears well up in my eyes. "The only thing we can think of is that he's been abducted by dragons." I looked over and saw Mrs. Wedge crying silently into her hooves, with a deep breath,  she lifted up her head and said "I... just want my baby home..." She put her face back in her hooves and started crying worse than before. Mr. Wedge sat next to her, and handed her a tissue and some bread to eat while he put his hoof on her shoulder to try and cheer her up. "Don't worry, we'll get him back," he said, forcing comforting smile, "you just have to have faith in our son. He's tough and will pull through." He signalled me to leave, so he could be alone with his wife to cheer her up.

As I walked home, I looked up at the sky which had gotten hazy from the smoke caused by the dragons, wondering where Lemon Wedge could be. When I approached the yard, I heared my mom yell "Appletini, quickly, get inside, now!" With that, I ran as fast as I could, not because that mom told me to, but because of the loud roar of the dragon that was running swiftly towards me. I've never ran this fast in my life, and it hurt every muscle in my legs. I ran so fast that I could almost not watch my footing, and my hoof clipped against a rock, and I stumbled a bit. That didn't stop me, though, I just ran faster. The dragon was faster, though, and stopped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks immediately. All I could do is wait.