Chapter 1 Short Story

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

“Is that so,” i nearly felt surprised of not having to yell those few word. Time dragged on while getting real awkward.

“You don’t think I would be safe with you?” He wanted her, it shocked him that she was not falling for his lines, they always worked.

He went to the inert form and took her over his shoulder, like she was a prize or booty for a pirate and went outside. He looked around at the darkness and went to the truck, putting her in the back and then putting the tarp over her. She would awake to a massive headache and terror as he went back to her apartment to clean things up.

“C’mon, you know nothing’s gonna happen. And it’s really not THAT long if you think about it,” he said.

For the rest of the night, the memory of the Dragon destroying my family kept replaying in my head. I was terrified for tomorrow. The night passed by quickly and morning was here. Piper was sitting on a log, examining the book.

“OK, let’s go home.” I made my mind, put on my jacket, took my research disc, rushed out with agent Clark.

Margo was more scared than she had ever been in her life. She woke up to a loud banging coming from the basement. Margo dreaded that basement. The last time she went down there she thought she saw at least seven shadows on the wall, when she was the only one down there. All was quiet in the struggling Mcgraw's house. Her mom was asleep in her now lonely and depressing bed, where Margo's dad no longer slept. Margo saw him snoring on the couch in the living room, which was closest to the basement. Margo's parents were divorcing, and it was the worst time to do so, especially since she's been having these strange dreams. The divorce had taken a toll on Margo and her sister, Rachel, who, for all Margo knew, was struggling with problems

“You don’t think I would be safe with you?” He wanted her, it shocked him that she was not falling for his lines, they always worked.

"Cosima," he replied, "We've only been here like forty five minutes." She laughed, even though it wasn't particularly funny.

Running to her Mother’s room as she awakes her. She tells her that she was having a nightmare, and one day she heard a weird noise coming from the backyard, as she went to look outside, she sees a creature looking at her from the a distance, so she runs back in the house while it chases her.

She knows only what her body tells her: dry eyes, numb fingers, and cotton bones while her chest aches like hunger. Violent and all consuming, a pain procured by absence.

“Wow you really did get a lot done while I was gone, I think I may be a little out of shape, no wonder it took me so long,” Tom said, a little bit disappointed in

“Be on your way then.” Grovyle nodded as he turned to leave. “And one last thing. Fletchinder will come fetch you when the time is ready, and you don’t know where this place is.” Grovyle gave a small call before rushing off.

“In the middle of the night I heard a loud scream ,” she said. “Then I saw some monster vanish with him...”