Mom was in bed when we got home, it was around 9:00pm and Dad was watching his TV show over the top of his book on the couch.
"Have fun?" Dad asked absentmindedly.
"Mm-hmm." Darpik mumbled, setting the snoring Kip into her kitten kennel.
"Where'd you two go?"
"We went go karting," I interrupted, "and it's so much more fun when you know someone else racing too." I admitted.
"And you're still racing." Dad observed.
I furrowed my brow and cocked my head questioningly.
"You're mouth's still running, little man. It's late, go up and get ready for bed." He instructed.
I pursed my lips and nodded, feeling the lack of sleep like a weight in my legs and eye lids, maybe only because he said something about it.
"Good night Eamon." Darpik muttered over his shoulder as I ascended the stair case.
That night, Darpik slept in his old room downstairs and it felt like everything was right in the whole world. My big brother was back at home and he had brought back with him Kip and new, exciting knowledge about all kinds of dragons.
I slept easily, slipping into restful sleep as a quiet little storm began to rumble in the distance.
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Heatwave
FantasyThis I wrote for my little brother who is a techno-freak but also is obsessed with dragons, so here is a futuristic world where dragons still exist. To stay true to the fantasy, however, the beasts are capable of human speech with their mouths unli...
