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Chapter 13, Blizzard

The blizzard was trouble. Brea flew into my lap. I held her. Olivia went on front and stopped us. "Hold on," she said. She flapped her wings as hard as she could. A barrier of ice surrounded us. She stopped and landed on Jonathan. She was exhausted. The blizzard hit. We stayed there. Suddenly, the barrier gave out. The cold surrounded us. I held on to Brea and Jason held on to me. Jonathan stayed strong. Olivia did too. Dragon people surrounded us. They froze us in a giant ice ball. Jonathan started breathing fire with Brea to try and melt it. It was no use though. No use at all.

The dragon people pushed the floating ice ball across the sky. Brea made sure Jason and I stayed warm. We shivered a bit though. Olivia kept trying to use her abilities to get us free, but that didn't work either. They were taking us towards London. This wouldn't be fun. I wanted my sketchbook. That's what I wanted. I could sketch something that could get us out and maybe make it real. Jason pulled a piece of crumbled up paper out of his pocket. He unfolded it. "Draw," he said and handed me the paper. He also gave me a pencil. I started drawing a spear. I was going to make it magic and make it able to break anything you tried to break. It was perfect.

Perfect. I didn't have color, so it turned out black and white. Jason used the miniature machine to make it real. I hit the ice ball and it shattered. We were free! We flew away. We pushed guards and other dragons away. Then, he appeared. The mayor was riding a dragon. He was wearing a crown. "Get them!" he yelled. This was his plan! Jonathan did a sharp turn to get us away. "That's why he invited only the people who help the city a lot to the party," Jonathan said, "He was going to capture them and make them work!" The mayor chased us. Olivia made ice balls and threw them. The mayor's dragon kept countering with fire. Brea shot fire back at him. It was a fight.

Jonathan kept strong. Kept carrying us. Suddenly, a police helicopter joined us. "Get on!" yelled the police, "Jonathan, keep up the good work!" Jonathan let us on. Olivia stayed outside and flew. "Olivia, make sure you don't get hit!" yelled the police. Jonathan flew behind us. Olivia flew beside us. Brea stayed close to me. Jason did too. Suddenly, the helicopter tilted sideways. We all held on to the wall. "We've been hit!" called the police. Then, it came into view-a tornado.