Power of a Dragon

Chapter 1

Here is Chapter 1. I know it is kind of on the long side, sorry about that. there is just a lot that has to be said to introduce the story. I hope you all like it! Comment or message me with your opinions about it. It would really help. thanks!!

Chapter 1

My eyes shoot open as I rocket up in my hammock, gasping for breath. I notice that I was covered in a cold sweat. I glance around to make sure I was still safe in my room. Sighing with relief, I curl up in a ball and wrap my ugly gray leather wings around me, trying to protect myself from what just happened.

"It was just a dream." I repeat to myself over and over again to calm my nerves. Lifting my head I look at my little purple alarm clock. It read 1:29 am.

Groaning out loud I knew I was never going to fall back asleep, no matter how exhausted I was. Flopping back on my soft green hammock, I try to remember what had happened in my dream. Or should I say nightmare. I shiver in fear for a moment, but quickly push past it. I've been having the same dream for almost a year now and its always the same. But this time it went a lot longer than usual. Usually it ends right when I see the two pairs of eyes, but not this time. As I remember more and more of my dream, I felt the beginning of an anxiety attack. Reaching for my teddy bear, Honey, I clutch her close to my chest. Slowly, I calm back down.

Honey always makes me feel better. No surprise though. My grandfather had it charmed with a soothing spell. He had the Wise Dragon, one of the Nine, cast the spell right before he disappeared.

One of the Dragon Caretakers found Honey in the cavern where the dragons live, the Cave of the Drache, and brought it back to me. My mother was devastated when she heard of her father's disappearance and went into a huge depression that lasted nearly two years. We had just lost my grandmother to some unknown cancer four months before my grandfather went missing and my mother's only brother lives very far away and nevet visits, so there was no one to help my mother with her grieving but me. Sadly, I wasn't a big help because I was grieving too and I simply didn't know how to help her. That was five years ago. I was eleven years old at the time.

Those two years were the most difficult years of my life. I couldn't have friends over, I had to cook every meal, do all the housework, raise my baby sister who was seven years old at the time, and I even was forced to do odd jobs around town to pay for food and bills. I basically became an adult seven years earlier than I should have.

But worst of all, I couldn't talk to my mother. She was too depressed to speak to anyone, including me. However, on the day of my eighth grade graduation my mother came out of her room to watch me recieve my diploma. Afterwards, she told me she was so proud of me and she was so sorry about the last two years. Her voice had been exremely shaky and uncertain. I told her I forgave her, we hugged, and everything began to go back to the way it was before her depression.

Thinking back to that time and the good times that came later helps me go back to sleep and the next thing I remember is waking up and seeing the sunlight flooding into my room from the huge windows on each side of my hammock.

Sitting up, I stretch out my stiff and cramped limbs and let out a huge yawn. I turn my head towards the clock and see the time, 10:12. Time to get moving. With a sudden burst of energy, I shot up in the air and did a little twirl. Grabbing a towel from my dresser, I flew into my bathroom and enter the shower. I love the feeling of hot water beating down on me. It's the easiest way for me to wake up my body in the morning. Once I finish I dry off, paying special attention to make sure my wings had no water dripping from them, and put on my plush purple robe. Then I wrap the towel around my hair so it would dry and flew over to my huge walk-in closet to pick out my outfit for the day.