A Night To Remember (One-shot)

A Night To Remember

Hey everybody! How are you?
It's been some time since I last posted anything in English... I'm really sorry about it! It's just that writing in portuguese is easier for me... BUT, I'm here!
Well, first of all, this ISN'T a fan fiction.
This was a narrative I wrote for my English class, and I modified a bit to be longer. I liked it, so I decided to post it here.
It's slightly based on Ninjago...
(Sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes)

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《Turqueza's P.O.V.》

I was slowly walking down the stairs of my grandmother's building.

I decided to go to her house to relax after a tiring week at school, with a lot of tests, and so I could also spend some time with her. We played games and chatted the whole afternoon, and we had a lot of fun. The problem was in the middle of the night.

I woke up to strange noises coming from nowhere in specific. Curiosity took over me, making me get up and open the closest window to see what was happening, but looking from where I was, there was nothing. Because of that, I quickly put on my shoes and ran out of the apartment, without bothering to wake up my grandma just to tell her what I would do. I thought it was ok, I was just going to check it, and then come back... And this is where our story begun.

The elevators weren't working. Actually, I think the whole electricity system was off, so I took the stairs. I was on the seventh floor, and the corridor was pitch black. My cautious steps echoed through the walls, and my heart was beating loudly. I couldn't find exactly where the noise was coming from, nor what it was. It seemed like a hiss, but stronger.
And as I went down, it was higher. "Probably it's on one of the first floors!" I thought.
Unfortunately, I was wrong, and only realized it when it was too late.

There was a quake as if something collided with the building. Pieces of the ceiling started falling near me, and cracks appeared on the walls I was using to stabilize myself.
I fell some steps, landing on the next floor — I had no idea in which one I was — and felt something hit my arm. Sitting up, I touched the wound, feeling a sticky liquid evolve my hand. Blood.
The cut shouldn't be too big or deep, but it sure ached a lot.

Ignoring the pain, I got up, yet instead of continue heading down, I started climbing up the stairs, back to where I thought I would be safe.

Suddenly, there was another quake, only this was harder, and bright light from the city invaded my eyesight, blinding me for a second. Right before me, there was a part missing from the old building. I didn't know what to do. It was all shaking too much, making me feel dizzy, and the smell of metal coming from my injured arm was almost unbearable...

I lost my balance.

Next thing I knew was that I was falling through sharpened rocks, the air a mess of dust and fragments of cement, and the road closer to me by each second. I cried, screamed, trying to hold on to something, before I just gave up. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind in my hair, hearing hisses and other noises, but all things seemed distant, as I accepted death.

However, it never came.

— Hey.. It's alright. You can open your eyes now.

Only then I realized someone had caught me. By the voice, I could tell it was a boy, maybe on his late teens, one or two years older than me.
Slowly, I let the fear leave me, and what I saw shocked me.

We were flying. Flying.

He was holding me with one arm, while the other held the reins of a dragon. It was dark green with turquoise blue, and some silver sparkles; for sure the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. It's wings were stretched out, and it really didn't seem real.
More like a dream... or paradise. Who knows...