Carl's POV
I don't know how to make Kirstin happy... Oh I know you didn't know this but I have one chance to be a normal person, by normal person I mean anyone can see and hear me not just Kirstin. And I think that I'm using that chance to buy Kirstin another dog.I know this maybe not the best idea since she's barely talking but I hope this makes her happy. To be normal all I need to do is go back to the painting and wish to be a person.
Inside the painting there's another world... there's a lot of big trees surrounding the whole area. Floating lands with waterfalls in it. There's also some houses and of course a castle.
I need help, I need someone to fly me there. I can't do it on my own I can't walk in there. But who can help me?
"I can"
I'm so scared did I said it out loud?
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, hop on"
So I hop in its back and I asked him
"What's your name?""I'm Benjamin" he answered.
"I'm Carl it's nice to meet a nice dragon like you"
We reached our destination which is the castle. I thanked Benjamin again and he flew away. I just need to shout Benjamin when I need to come back.
The sun glares down upon the thick
cobblestone walls, leaving stark, vivid shadows contrasting with the blinding bright reflections. The spiked shadows of the portcullis loom like the twisted teeth of some fell beast. A horse nickers in the stables, and the air suddenly acquires a musty, damp smell, the smell of sweat and heat.A grinding, gravelly road runs straight ahead through a market into a towering stone keep. Tantalizing smells waft from the marketplace where colorful stalls selling everything imaginable sit in a confused muddle, a group of baby birds within their nest, the walls of the castle. The noise of the market comes in a sea of sound, starting slowly and building up before crashing down. Enticing scent waft between the stalls, masking the unsavory smell of sweat and spice.
Rising above the bustle below like four eagles rising on an updraft, four towers stand stark against the sunlit sky giving a sense of power and control. Four flags fly high, their crimson contrasting with the blue sky.
Through the heavy oak doors of the imposing keep, there is a large chamber filled with rows and guards with armor and colors so flamboyant they almost distract my attention from the piles upon piles of glittering, golden treasure clustered around.
The room smells of gold, the hard odor plating your tongue. The light from the teardrop-shaped windows reflects off all the treasure at all angles, filling the room with a warm, golden, glowing, glimmering light.
Coins fall in waterfalls of gold, frozen at the moment. Necklace swirl through the piles like gold plated snakes, gems like flowers add color among golden hills.
Ceremonial swords and armor poke out of the piles occasionally, protruding at odd angles. Finally at the end of the hall, upon a squared padded, high-backed throne, robes glistening, rings glittering, crown gleaming, there sat a king.
I walked into the king
"I would like to be a normal person," I said."Okay, remember that you can only be a person once and it's only for a day"
And then he made me take a pill.
I asked the king if I need to call Benjamin.
"No you don't need Benjamin, just close your eyes and when you open it you're in the normal world again."
I close my eyes...
And open it, and I can see that I'm inside Kirstin's house again beside the painting in the living room. I saw Kirstin on the sofa"Kirst, I'm going to walk around just knock on the painting and I'll instantly be here."
"Okay"
Oh wow, she's still not in the mood. I hope this helps.
I went to a shelter and look for dogs. I would love to take them all but I can't. I need something small like a pocket dog.
Seeing dogs like this made my heart sank and I know Kirstin's heart would sink too.
Oh, shoot I think Kirstin is knocking on the painting because I can feel my watch vibrating. I said my goodbye to the man in front of me that works in the shelter. I felt myself being pulled and I'm back at Kirstin's house.
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