Dragon Island

Chapter 8: The truth

All I could see was black. I could hear the men and woman dragging me into a jeep. They powered the engine and took off, with me in the back. I could hear something in with me. It sounded like a puppy whimpering. "Is someone there?" I asked hoping for an answer. "Sam? Is that you?" It sounded like Layla, but a bit rusty. "Y-Yeah its me." "Oh my god Sam! I thought you were dead?!"

"No, no I'm not dead, but.... Layla....... I need to tell you something." "Yeah what is it?" "um.... I know what happened to your parents." "Well, duh, I told you!" "No, like I Know what happened." "OK, then what happened?" "Well, that fire, it didn't happen spontaneously. It was from a dragon." "phss! Dragons don't exist!"

I could almost picture the look on her face. "Then where did the fire come from." "or the screams you herd." "I never said I heard screams." She said it in a low angry tone. "You went to Mondrake didn't you." I gave an uneasy gulp for air. "He told you what happened. To me." "Well not exactly." I said hoping she wouldn't kill me. "What did he say?" "Well, he said that before us, there was a guy."

There was an uneasy silence, but I went on. "He wanted to become young again, so he stole some blueprints for a potion. Then someone else crashed. His name was Jack." "He promised to help, the man. When they finally made it, he asked jack to drink it. Jack did and he turned into a dragon." "So." Layla said. "What does that have to explain why my house burned down?"

"Well, jack was scared and went to his family.... your family." I couldn't hear anything else except my own breath, seeping in and out. "Layla I- "Then the jeep door opened and someone grabbed me. "All right you pretty princesses, time to meet the boss!" one of them said." I stumbled trying to get up but they kept pushing me. We walked and walked for what seemed like day until they sat me down in a chair. They tied my hands and feet to the chair.

Then finally they removed the bandana from my head. I squinted to the light shining in my face. Then I saw a giant machine. It had a bowl shape to it. It had bronze holding the bowl. Then there were long metal strips holding it together. The bowl was made out of rusty made glass. Inside, there were wires, and on the wires were suckers, probably to suck something. "What is this?" I said. Out of nowhere I heard a voice. "Well, it's a machine..." I saw a shadowy figure coming slowly into the light.

"That sucks out the pure hearted!" Then, in shock, I saw the face that made Cifox, Rick Livingston. "Welcome, welcome to my little home." He said with a smirk on his face. "Wha- Rick Livingston?! Quick! Someone captured us!" Layla said, but I knew the truth. "Hahaha! I'm not here to save you. I'm here to get the pure hearted one!" "But, I thought- "

"WHO CARES WHAT YOU THINK!" Layla flinched, looking scared. "All I want is your friend here, so I can become young again." He smiled looking at me. "I know who you are!" I said. There was deep silence. My voice echoed through the rock walls. I continued. "You're the son of the man who first came here, you're the son of the man who wanted to become young again. You are the son of DAVE LIVEINGSTON!"