Millennial Golden Dragons

Chapter Four

This is Chapter Four of Millennial Golden Dragons, or Chapter Two, since this is the first chapter after the series of prologue chapters.. So yeah, enjoy ya'll..

Chapter Four, I Have No Family
Clementine

I woke up to the shining sun through the window. It’s around five in the morning, time for me to get some more wood like I told myself. It’s getting to be colder, and I don’t want to freeze to death. I looked towards the couch, where Marco still slept soundly. Probably should get him to wake up early to get used to “Life, Clementine Style”. If he wants to be away from his house, he’d better learn how to survive the life of living in the wilderness. For now though, I’ll allow him to get some rest, just so the poison wears off from the stings. I headed outside with my small axe I bought from the hardware store, and headed off to chop off more woods. 
Even if I knew I should be concentrating more on the trees, I could only think back to last night, where I had that dream again. What, the one where I’m a dragon. That’s already happened to me twice, with that same, blue, Darius dragon or something. I love dragons, and I recognized my dragon as the one I’ve created, but what’s with the dream? Also, the voice of Darius sounded slightly familiar, except a lot more dragon-like. Maybe I’ve been reading too much fantasy lately, I guess if I stop, it won’t happen to me in the future. That would be a major problem though, I love fantasy. I went back, finding Marco awake, and slightly drifting off into space.
“Wait, where were you?” he finally snapped out of his small trence.
“Getting wood, Space Cadet. How else am I supposed to keep this place warm?” I snapped back.
“Gosh, you don’t have to be so rude about everything.” so he hasn’t changed since last night. At least he could be thankful that somebody found him injured like that.
“Anyways, where’s your parents?” he asked.
It was as if a spell was cast, because my mouth just wouldn’t open and answer that question. 
“Long story short, they passed away.” I finally answered.
“Oh.. Sorry for asking.” he said with a guilty look in his face. So he had some sort of other emotion besides hatred and clumsiness.
“I have no family, but I’m happy as ever. My parents were abusive anyways.” I tried to make him feel not as guilty, because as much as I thought he was rude, I didn’t want anybody to feel guilty.
“I ran away, my family was abusive too.” Marco explained.
“I see.” I replied.
There was this moment of silence, where I realized that I was still in the doorway, with my sneakers on. I quickly took them off, and walked over to the kitchen.
“What do you usually have for breakfast?” I asked, as I cracked two eggs into the frying pan.
“I don’t really get breakfast at home. I usually buy a something light at a convenience store or something.” he answered, now I felt bad for where he came from.
“You don’t mind eggs?” I had more questions, but for now, breakfast was something that should be thought of first.
“No, I only hate them in certain foods.” 
“Great, because eggs are abundant here. I mean, they’re cheap. A real treat for my wallet.”
“You work?” he was asked with confusion in his voice.
“Well how else am I supposed to get away with life and all this food?” I explained in a slightly sarcastic manner.
“True.” he agreed.

I placed two plates on the tables, putting two eggs on each. Grabbed two glasses, poured some milk, and took out some French Bread from it’s packaging. 
“Bon appetit.” I said.
“Thanks, never had a real breakfast since my sister popped out of my mother.” Marco blankly stated.
“So your parents decided to abandon you for your sister?” I asked, seeing the situation here.
“Basically. I counted myself not part of their family long before I ran away.” he explained.
There was more silence, like earlier on, and then I decided to change the subject. If we’re not to hate each other, might as well befriend him.
“Do you like dragons?” I asked, since it was one of the only things I was able to think about right now.
“Did you just ask me do I like dragons?” he questioned.
“Um, yeah, are you also half deaf as well as being half blind?” I joked.
“Hell yeah! I love dragons! Not yeah to me being blind and deaf, no.” he said, and this lead to a rather long conversation over breakfast. Good thing today was the weekend, so I didn’t have to work. Our conversation was composed of dragons, dubstep, and video games.
“My friend, Leo and I would play TF2 on his computer before his parents would kick me out of his house. I’m going to miss playing that game.” Marco said at one point.
“You won’t, I have it on my laptop believe it or not.” I said.
“You have a laptop?” he asked, looking surprised.
“Well how else am I supposed to listen to Skrillex?” I quizzed him.
“Magic?” Marco asked in a joking way.
“Yes, the magic of jellyfish.” I joked along.

After breakfast, we went on talking about more stuff. Apparently he likes a lot of stuff I do, which is unusual, since a lot of my co-workers think I’m rather odd.
“Did you have a dream involving dragons last night?” he asked at one point. Ah, the question I’ve been fearing for some reason.
“Yeah. Wait, did you?” I asked, wondering if.
“Well that’s why asked you, of course I did, isn’t my first time either.” he said.
“Last night wasn’t my first time as well!”
“What the hell.” we both said simultaneously.
“What do you think this means?” Marco pondered.
“Magic?” I said, more seriously this time.
“Come on, we’re both at the age where magic isn’t real.” he looked at me as if I was on drugs or something.
“Just suggesting, I’ve been drawing that golden dragon for as long as I can remember.” I explained.
“Same goes with me, except for my aqua dragon.” he said as well.
“And Leo always drew this light green dragon.”
“Now to think about it, one of the girls I know from the library, Della, she once drew this orange dragon which she explained to me as an electric dragon.
“Czarbor, my other friend, he drew this cyan dragon.” and on and on we listed a whole lot of our friends who just happen to draw dragons. This was bizarre, but this must hint something, I thought. Still, I have been reading way too much fantasy books.