Journey to Tyrrendor

Chapter 1

I'm lying in bed, in my school uniform even though school finished hours ago, blasting music through my headphones. I always shut my eyes when listening to music, losing myself in the beat. 

I concentrate on the different instruments, when I suddenly become very aware of my legs. They feel oddly cold, but I just can't be bothered to open my eyes and lose touch with the music, so I keep them shut, concentrating on the deep hum of the bass.

Rock and metal are my favourite genres, as all the songs are so different with such variety. I really hate pop and country, mainly because I have a thing against classical and acoustic guitar, and the lyrics always have something to do with love. Rock and metal explore different topics, from war and peace to who should I sit with at lunch.

As the song begins to fade out with the final riff, I realise that my position has not changed, however the bed I was lying on has. It's now quite hard, and slightly scratchy. The scent and temperature in the room have changed too, no longer the musky, floral scent of my favourite perfume accompanied by the lukewarm 20°C of my room, but instead a sweet yet sickly smell, like the smell of new flowers in spring, alongside the temperature of what feels like English summer - 30°C.

I finally deign to open my eyes, and get the absolute shock of my life. The reason as to why I am no longer comfortable is that I am no longer in my bed. Surely this is a dream... maybe I'm asleep but just don't know. But generally you don't wonder if you're asleep when you're dreaming. I pinch my arm, and confirm that I am very much NOT dreaming - it hurts a lot fucking more than normal, and when I look down to see why, I realise that my skin is scratched and raw, as if dragged through a nest of thorns then buffeted by the wind for days. I realise that here I am, somehow in a completely different place than I was 2 minutes ago, and I'm looking at my fucking arm.I force my gaze upwards, and really survey my surroundings.Well, now I understand why it smelt like sickly sweet spring.Waist-high yellowed grass is absorbed by the cacophony of colours and scents coming from the millions of flowers of all shapes and sizes. Trees laden with blossom surround what seems to be a sunlit valley, and for some reason there are about 500 sheep, all shunned to the right side. But that isn't what makes my breath catch in fear and amazement, yet makes my brow wrinkle with absolute confusion.Because, surrounding me from all sides, are dragons.