Storm winds howled across the rolling gray ocean, flashes of lightning sparking from the sky. The waves tossed and turned, swallowing anything in their path. Thunder crackled in the distance, a great rumbling sound that put fear into the hearts of the inhabitants of a small island alone in this raging ocean.
Rain pelted down on small stone houses, the timbers creaking and groaning with the weight. Inside huddled small families, each taking comfort in each other and their small fires. On a lonely bluff above the village sat a small house, light shining from its windows. Inside sat a small family, a mother, father and daughter, only seven years of age.

"It's a bad night out there," huffed the man, Isten, lighting his pipe and placing it between his lips, "Pray that the dragons don't come tonight,"
"Aye," said the woman, Sarra, wiping her hands on her apron as she set a plate of bread and ham in front of Isten. "It's bad enough with the weather without having to worry about those pests stealing what little animals we have left."

Saka, the girl, looked at her mother, "Mother, why do the dragons steal our meat? How come they don't hunt for it?" she asked in her sweet little voice, gazing up at her mother with large grey eyes.

"That," said her father, "Is an excellent question, and the truth is, no one on Thunder Island knows, not even the elders,"

Saka looked at her father, her little red mouth a small O. "I wish I could find that out," she said, "But I'm not even good for fighting dragons," she looked down at her skinny arms, pale against her red dress.

Her father laughed and picked Saka up, balancing the little girl on his knee. "If anyone could, it would be you my little dear," he said fondly, ruffling her red-gold hair with his hand. "You're certainly stubborn enough."

Saka poked her father playfully, "Maybe I will...but are you sure you want me to go questing papa?" she asked plaintively.

Saka's mother slapped Istan lightly, "Now don't you be going and putting such ideas in my child's head. Do you really want her to travel far away only to never return?" she asked sharply, glaring at the father and daughter in disapproval. 

((I'm going to finish this but I'd like some comments first))

this is good. a little more detail would be good. "gazing up at her mother with large eyes." what color eyes? be more descrpitive (sp?)

and just to say, dragons are awesome!! lol hope this helps a bit

I think more deive words are definitely needed... heaving waves as an example makes one think of more turmoil within the sea etc.

Very good though, look forward to more.