The Secrets Behind Them

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Edmond sits in a patch of dandelions, holding Dia in his lap. Seemingly, we're older, three or four years older at the most. He is rubbing Dia's soft scaled belly, as if she were a dog. Little Dia lets out a satisfied growl as Edmomd's fingers go over a good spot. Ed laughs at the dragon, then turns up at me. with a sweet grin.

I'm leaning against a birch tree, which is fairly close to the
house. I don't want to move away too much, otherwise we're screwed if something happens. A white butterfly flutters by my ear. My eyes follow the little bug as it flutters past me and the tree. I turn around, still following the butterfly. I pull myself around the tree, watching it fly up into the sky. I waltz around the tree, getting myself back to watching over Edmond.

When I reach the other side of the tree, Edmond is gone. All that is left is the small dragon, limp and barely alive. She lays in the dandelions, with her wings crooked and most likely broken. I usher to her, where I'm then left to collapse beside her as a incredibly sharp pain enters my upper body. My vision becomes a blur. And all I'm left to do is look up at the sky, the bright blue sky.

That sky begins breaking away in my vision, slowly vanishing into a void.

But then my conscious rushes back to me all at once as a sudden shadow hovers over me.

Yes, my conscious...

My entire consciousness returns to me, leading to my very real eyes opening.

I find myself in my bedroom, laying in my bed. The covers are all crooked and the sheet slid off of the mattress. Not only that, my head in on the wring side of the bed. I sit up slowly, not understanding the nightmare I just had. I take a look around the room, attempting to figure out the time of day it is.

It's daytime.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, standing on my feet and then walking to the drawers at the end of my bed. I pick out a baby blue shirt and some clean chocolate colored pants, taking off the clothes that I already have on. My dirty pants fall to the floor, then my clean ones slide up my legs and then they wrap around my rather thin waist. I button the waistband together, then zipping up the little opening. I turn to the window, finding the sky spilling snow and fairly rough winds moving the trees. Great, the start of a storm.

"AAAAGH! DIA, NO!"

Edmond's voice echoes throughout the entire house. An uneasy shiver crawls up my spine and my instincts kick in. I trip over my own feet to the outside of my room, whipping my head around to search for Edmond and his dragon. A booming crash comes from the kitchen, then the scrambling of dragon claws. I run for Edmond's safety, using my powers to sense unknown beings inside the kitchen. Rather than finding unusual voices, I only hear Edmond's mind screeching internally at Dia.

I reach the entrance, whipping my head around the wall to find three broken plates on the floor and a grunting Edmond. He has fists to his sides and his brows furrowed enough to cover his irises. In the corner of the room, Dia is huddled up, knowing she did something bad. I end up grabbing Edmond's attention, in which he relaxes a little.

"Dia did it! She swiped the plates off the counter!" He points at the dragon, I roll my eyes. The child raises a brow, I signal for him to take Dia and leave. I grab a broom and pan, beginning to sweep up the little pieces of shattered china plate. I make a small pile, then pushing the china into the pan. I stand up, pouring the pieces into the trash can. From the corner of my eye, I spot a rather large piece of glass on the floor.