The Dragon Summoner

Dreams of a Dreamer

I was at my desk just about to begin my new art piece when a tall boy, possibly 2 to 3 years older than I, walked in. You see, I am overly protective of my artwork and I never, I mean other than my mother, let another soul see them. So amidst the state of panic I took my arm and sprawl over the pages trying so hard to act casual.

"What're you doing Alana?" He held on to a sly smile.

"Nothing..." I said almost immediately. "And how do you know my name? I don't know you."

"There's so much more I know about you than you think." He crossed his arms across his chest. "My name is Peter, and I want to see what you drew."

I gathered my artwork as fast as I could and stuffed them into the drawer hoping Peter wouldn't see them.

"Why are you hiding them?" Peter snapped at me, his gaze clearly fixed where I'd just hidden the paintings.

I rolled my chair up against the table. "Nothing! It's really just some paintings. You wouldn't be interested." I said defensively.

He smiled and took a step forward. "Oh I'm definitely interested. Show me Alana, show the world."

My forehead broke into a sweat with each step. I gulped nervously knowing I could never stand up to this man with arms so strong he could strangle me with one while reaching for the drawer with the other.

"Esdyr! Esdyr please help me! Come quick." I shouted with my hands frantically moving in all directions trying to keep Peter away.

Almost immediately I heard a loud crash as a gigantic dragon with metallic green scales and ruby red eyes, ones that could probably kill Peter with one glare, surged in creating an enormous gaping hole in the wall. My jaw fell as this massive creature made a bellowing sound right before fire scorched out of his mouth burning the perfect blond tips of Peter's pretty boy hair. Peter screamed like a girl before running for the door, but was immediately slashed by the dragon's large wings, which ultimately sent Peter flying across the room, past me, and crashing out of the window behind. I jumped up in excitement.

"Alana are you okay?" The dragon spoke to me in his deep monstrous voice.

"I'm perfectly fine now. Thank you for rescuing me!" I squealed.

"Alana stop." He said to me.

"Okay I promise I'll stop squealing. It's just you've been a part of my imagination since I was literally 5 years old, and now you're here! I just can't believe it."

"Wake up! Alana it's only a dream." I was so confused as Esdyr's voice shifted from deep to feminine. I narrowed my brows at him. He took his scaly hands with sharp claws and shook me so hard that I could feel my intestines bulging into itself.

Then I jumped.

I was in my room, my mom holding me at my arms, her face filled with worry. "What rubbish were you saying?"

I rubbed my eyes for good measures as the entire thing felt most certainly real. "Are you kidding me mom." I plummeted back onto my pillow, confused on why I keep on having these realistic dreams.

"Was it about Esdyr?" My mom tapped my shoulder. I grumbled while picking myself off of bed, my brunette hair a tangled mess around my face. "You know the truth Alana. He's not real."

"But why do I feel like he is? Ever since I was a 5, for the past 13 years, I've seen him in my dreams, in my paintings, in my-"

"It's all in your head. Every kid makes up an imaginary friend. Yours just happens to be a mythological creature." She began picking up paintings that were scattered on my art desk and placed them neatly at one side.

I breathed out heavily, looking past her at the drawing of a baby dragon I had drawn when I was 6, then at another drawing taped on the wall. It was the same dragon as the baby one but much larger, and his name is Esdyr. I basically grew up with this thing made entirely out of my imagination.