Traveling with Nomad Dragons

Three little words

 "I'm home!" I called, as I walked in the door. "Your mother stepped out for a bit, deary." called out Jana,

our house keeper, from the kitchen. "K!" I called back as I shrugged out of my coat and Zena

shaked

the water off of her. I walked into the kitchen where Jana was cutting a few pounds of meat on the

counter, dinner for Zena. 

 "How was school?" she asked as I grabbed an apple and mountain dew out of the fridge. "eh." I

said, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm going up to my room." I said and headed out of the kitchen and

upstairs to my room.

When I got in my room I fell on my bed, plugged in my ipod into my ihome and blasted songs from

the singer Katy and her dragon Perry. I layed on my bed thinking. why do I have to be so different? I

repeated the question in my head. I had felt different ever since first grade. I remembered it clearly,

everyone running around with thier dragons either flying around their heads or nipping each other

by their owners feet. I had sat in a corner the whole time, reading a book and all the kids avoided

me, even the dragons had avoided Zena.

After that fateful day nobody had really liked me or talked to me. I felt like an outsider in my own

community. Also, it didn't help that I didn't have power. True, I could turn the lights on and off, start

and extinguish a fire without touching it and see in the dark, but everyone could do those other

things form the power of the dragons, but everyone had their own power. Some could imitate

others voices, some could shape shift or do other stuff. 

But, I didn't have one, has hard as I tried to, I didn't have a power that was unique to me. It

separated me from the others even more than I already was.

Suddenly my mothers stern voice yelled, "Juniper!! Get down here!" I groaned, and thought, this

can't be good.  I turned off my music and stood up. "Come on, Zena." I said out loud. There was no

answer though, out loud or in my mind. "Zena!" I called. Still no answer. I glanced over at her

hammock and play area that was full of half burnt or chewed toys. She wasn't in either of them. 

"Zena! Where are you?" I said, as I got down on my knees. I peered under my bed, and saw her

electric blue eyes peering out at me. I laughed, saying, "Come on."

"I'm scared." she said, quietly. "I know, me too." I said as I scooped her out and carried her in

my arms down the stairs to the living room. My mother was sitting in her recliner chair. She didn't

seem to be relaxing though, she was straight backed, eyes narrowed and face expressionless. Her

emerald blue dragon, Pleana, who was the size of a mountain lion, was laying at my mothers feet,

her eyes cold and steam rising from her nostrils. A sure sign that she was angry. Zena pressed

even closer to me when she saw the steam. It was uncomfortable with her scales pressing into

me.

"You called me, Mother?" I asked, determinately staring at the wall behind her, which held a

picture of the first dragon connection and a large white diamond in a display case. I had, on the rare

occasion that I talked to my mother, asked her why we had the jewel. She had gotten this scared

look in her eyes and said that my grandmother had been flying when she spotted the diamond on a

mountain ledge, that was it.

"Yes, I did. What happened at school today?" She said, her voice quivering from trying to hide

her rage. "Well, I was at school," I said, with a duh voice, " a boys dragon called me a name and

Zena defended me, that was it." "That's not what Namen said happened." she said Cooley. I cursed

under my breath, that brat Named had the power of making people believe things that he wanted

them to belive. "I will not have that launguage in my house!" Skrieked my mother. 

She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain her calmness. "You will be grounded in till the

end of the school year," she reaised her voice as I made a sound of protest. "and! You will

apologize to Name and his dragon!" 

"What?" I shouted, dropping Zena in surprise. "You heard me!" said my mother as Pelena shot

forward, scopped up Zena and flew out the window. "Zena!"  I yelled after her. "It's no use, now go to

your room." my mother said, her voice rising in anger. 

"I hate you!" I screamed at her before running up to my room. I flung my self onto my bed,

buried my head in my pillows and screamed my head off. I eventually fell asleep, but not before

feeling Zena snuggle up to my side, and dreamt of running away. 

The next day I apologized to Named, under the stern gaze of my mother and then went thru life,

not talking to anyone but Zena for months.