Mythical Park

Chapter Six

The dragon was bigger than my hopefully friend. He had a sort of swagger and as he strutted in he unfurled his wings, and the small one bowed down. It was quite a sight to see. I decided not to bow because of my awesome spitball launcher of death. The large one have me the stink eye, but when I took out my spitballer, it stopped and bowed down to me. I guess it could've also been the fact that I did have a mark, but thank you magic spitballer. Then they both shot combined flames at me. I was caught in the crossfire. For some reason, I wasn't dying. I wanted to. If I thought the hand was bad, imagine every nerve exploding, as new one formed those burst. Then it stopped I didn't look down to see my charred naked body. It still burned, but then it stopped. And a full body dragon tattoo formed , I was running around the treasury, looking for clothes. I found a nice suit of armor. It was cold, but heat I can't choose. I couldn't imagine explaining this to Rachel or Dave. So, they bowed even further, and motioned at the throne. So I stood on the throne and the entire chamber shook. The throne crumbled, the dragons seemed mollified. Then enlightenment seemed to dawn on the reptilian eyes. They beckoned me to follow them. I got on one, and there was no fire spouting. Instead there was incredible butt warmers. It singed the armor, but the armor protected me. So the dragons started trampling down the corridors. I was soon lost in the subterranean maze underneath the park, but the dragons had a certain affinity to the movements. They nursed from the dark into the daylight. We where in a large clearing. The large one took flight, and the smaller one I was on followed suit. I saw a boy shaking his texting mothers hand. I gave him a wink as we disappeared into the sunset.