Brighter

Prologue

I walked behind the line of students, smiling. The sixth grade class was on a field trip to a Laboratory. I, personally, was extremely excited. I loved science, and chemistry was a field I was interested in. 

As we walked, I noticed a rustle in the tall growing weeds beside us. I looked at the other students and teachers. No one else seemed to notice. I glanced at the weeds, and for a split second, I was sure I saw an one inch dragon like creature. It was gone once I blinked. 

"Huh," I huffed. Dragons. I mean, I believed them but I believed they've kept themselves hidden for a long time, so no one has ever seen them. So I wouldn't suddenly discover one, am I right?

As the line inched forward, I saw the dragon again. I stared at it. I blinked. It looked back at me. I looked around. No one else saw it. I stuck my finger out, curious. Are you real? I asked it mentally. It probably couldn't hear me, but, you know, I tried.

To my satisfaction, it clambered onto my finger, and as the line of students suddenly advanced more than an inch, I quickly ushered it into my pocket. I took some leaved off from the weeds, thinking maybe the dragon eats that stuff. Who knows?

And, yeah, looking back at it, taking a random mythical creature and stuffing it in my pocket --- weird. But I couldn't help it. I didn't tell anyone though, because they'd probably think I'm crazy or something, you know?

As we walked into the laboratory, I kept thinking back to the dragon in my pocket. A dragon in my pocket. Damn. A dream? My imagination? I had no clue at that point. So I slipped my hand into my pocket as casually as I could, and felt the dragon...no where. But I did feel the leaves I left in there. 

And they were partially gone.

Conclusion: the dragon eats leaves apparently. 

The way home, I found the dragon. He was in my other pocket. How? I have no idea. I asked him, "What should I name you?" The dragon didn't really answer me (obviously), so I just named him what I would have named my pet parakeet if I ever got one: Solace. I told him I'd call him Sol for short.

"Hello, Sol."