"Hey Paul! You alright?"

"Yeah… I'm fine," Paul mumbled as he brushed the dirt off his pants. He lifted himself off the ground and shook his head.

"Those idiots…tripping you over like that…the nerve," Kevin mumbled as he helped support Paul and lifted him up.

"GAH!," Paul grunted in pain.

"Tell ya what," Kevin said, before patting him on the back. "Why don't you go back to the camp site? You landed on your knee, and I'd say you need to give it a rest. Let me help you there."

"No, you don't have to, Kevin. Really."

"Naw naw naw! I insist, dude! Don't be so modest. I'll be more than happy to!"

Paul did not want to feel helpless and pampered like a prince, but his knee wrenched with pain. After all, Kevin was his best friend.

"Okay, if you say so." He lightly shrugged.

"Alright let's go."

God bless him.

Kevin really was a good friend. More specifically, he was the first friend Paul made in Boy Scouts. Some of the other scouts became good friends with him but Kevin was the one he hung out with the most. The other scouts there were nothing more than just acquaintances or people he would casually say "hi" to. Some were just annoying idiots who had nothing better to do than to make other people's lives an annoying hell.

However, none of these guys compared to the two biggest pair of unruly gorillas to ever step foot on the camp site: Jonathan"Jon" Robles and Joe Ramirez.

They gave Star class scouts a bad name. They did not give a damn about anything else except for their image and reputation while stepping over the other scouts to get noticed. Number one pricks, more likely. They were always screwin over the lower class scouts, and never took anyone seriously. They were the culprits for Paul's hiking incident.

"OW!" Paul yelled out.

"It hurts THAT bad, huh?"

"Not quite as bad apart from everyone near the lunch hall laughing at me."

"Ignore them. Don't forget: I got your back."

"Maybe it'd be better if I just dropped out. I don't even remember why I joined. " Paul complained.

"I think the better decision is to PROVE to them that you are a great person."

"Easier said than done, Kev."

"I never said that it was easy, but it's damn well worth it!" smiled Kevin.

Paul smiled back.

What a good friend. Kevin and Paul made it back to their cabin and talked some more.

Much later after Kevin decided to take an early nap, Paul walked to the arcade room near the camp's gym. There was nothing like a nice hour of game time. Playing some classic Nintendo games in the arcade room was the way that Paul would boost morale after a day full of work and routine. It was a damn, fine substitute for Red Bull.

Paul continued to play the classic games of the 80's and 90's like everything that happened on the trail was ancient history. The NES and SNES was his cure for a bad day, and boy did he love using the power glove. IT'S SO BAD! If he had met a person who never played a video game in his or her life, he would be more than willing to enlighten him or her. It looked pretty embarrassing, but he could not resist leaving those game consoles to gather dust. It made him feel more energized, and made him feel like he had some sort of control. As long as no one was there to judge him, it was just a dandy hour.

"Paul!" The scout master called out.

"Yeah Mr. Ebiner?" Paul responded.

"Did you leave something on the trail?" Paul thought to himself then suddenly remembered.

"Oh crud! My phone! Thanks Mr. Ebiner, I'll be right back." Paul said and ran out of the arcade room toward the hiking trail.

"Don't run Paul! You don't want to trip and fall." Ebiner warned.

"Guh, that's such a stupid rule, what does he think I am, a toddler?" Aside from playing video games, Paul loved to run. It's like what he would always say to himself "Who ever said you can't run from your problems has lied to you." Yep exercise did a whole lot for him.

He made it to the trail and found his phone on the side of the trail. he was about to pick it up when suddenly...

BOOM!

"What the?"

BOOOOM!

The night skies grew cloudier and stormier.

"AHH! DAMNIT! Gaaaaagh!" he growled. "A storm. It's probably gonna start raining soon." He started to head back to the camp when suddenly he was pushed into a tree.

He was pushed by…"Jon! Joe!" Paul shouted as his head

whipped around to find the laughing douchebags. He lost his sanity this time.

"HAW! Where's your umbrella, Skips?" Joe jeered. (How Paul despised that nickname!)

"Uh HELLO! Don't you see the storm clouds? Can you dicks wait until we get to camp to —!"

Ka-BLAM!

A bolt of lightning hit the tree Paul was standing next to and caused it to blaze a flame. A few branches fell in front of Paul keeping him from running away.

"Crap! Oh man he's dead!" Jon said in a worried tone.

"Help me YOU JERKS!" Paul yelled out. he was surrounded by flames and he could barely see past them when suddenly he began hearing a voice.

'Do not be afraid, these flames shall deliver you young one.' The deep voice said. Paul was confused.

"STOP SCREWING AROUND AND HELP!" Paul yelled out at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he began to feel faint. "Oh... God... the heat..." Paul fainted from the heat. Jon and Joe watched in horror at seeing what they had done.

"Joe! What the hell did you DO?! You friggin' KILLED him!" Jon screamed.

"I killed him?! You were the one who talked me into doing it, idiot!" argued Joe.

"You were the one who pushed him! Not me!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know that that tree was gonna catch fire and fall down right on top of him?!"

"You still friggin' KILLED him!"

"I did n—."

A hand was suddenly placed on each on their shoulders had cut them off. They both turned slowly between them to find a grim and outraged face, glaring down at them as if the Grim Reaper came for their souls. It was the .

"John Robles and Joe Ramirez," he growled. "Come with me to the meeting hall…now!"

It was laundry day for Joe and Jon. Specifically, it was laundry day for their pants.

Paul woke up and opened his eyes. "Wha? My head..." He asked himself. He looked around and has his vision cleared he began to notice his surroundings. He was in a forest. Barely any sunlight reached the surface but his surroundings were still lit well enough for him to see. "Oh, I guess I fell asleep out here or something." But Paul noticed that something was different. The forest was a lot deeper, the trail was no where to be found, and the camp seemed awful quiet. "Where the hell am I? Hello? "

Nothing. Silence. "Okay. This is reeeeallly freaking me out here! God? Are you there? If you are, stop teasing me! I get it, all right? I'm sorry about stealing money from my parents! It was only 5 dollars! Super Smash Bros Brawl was the biggest and most anticipated game of the year! I was young and foolish, I mean I ate pancakes with chocolate chips and drank chocolate for Christ's sake! GAH! I used Your Son's name in vain! Dammi-GAH! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! I meant to say "darn it"! I didn't mean to curse! I'm sorry!" Suddenly he heard rustling in the bush behind him. "Wah? Wh-who's there?"He asked and walked to the bush and looked. Nothing. He scratched his head and walked around to look more but realized he was in a totally new location.

"Aw, great I don't even have a signal on my phone and my compass is spazzing out like hell." Paul checked his phone and then his compass. His stomach growled. "I better find something to eat soon. My stomach's eating itself here."

"You're telling me bud! I can go for some butterflies right now," a voice rung out.

Paul stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to the voice to see a dragonfly flying in front of him.

"Uh... did you say that? Wait what am I saying? It's a dragon fly not a person." Paul said and forgot about the voice.

"Hey I may not be a... whatever you are but a dragonfly's got feelings too!" The dragonfly said to him. Paul snapped his head around and looked at the dragonfly with wide eyes.

"What-did you... TALK!?" Paul slowly asked.

"Yeah, didn't ya hear pal? With ears like those you shouldn't have a problem hearing me." It said to him.

"GAAHH!" The human ignored the feebleness in his legs and scrambled behind a tree to hide. He hyperventilated in panic, but then calmed down.

'What the hell was THAT?!' he wondered.

He slowly craned his neck around the tree to get a closer look. "I don't think I'm in California anymore. I mean what kind of dragonfly talks?!"

"Wow kid, what the heck are you? You some kind of new species?" The dragonfly asked. Soon, their eyes met. They stared intently at each other, not even looking away for one second. Paul moved cautiously from behind the bush, and stood erect, still as a statue, face-to-face.

This dragonfly flew around Paul's head and body. Paul cleared his throat, "Uh... hello? What are you doing?" He asked.

"Oh sorry, where are my manners? The name's Sparx, and who are you , tall, and hairless?" The dragonfly named Sparx asked.

"Okay... I am Paul Davidson, and I'm a human." Paul answered.

"Human... right? You sure you're not a hairless ape? Or some monster that's HERE TO EAT ME! I'm sorry!" Sparx said and flew upward.

Paul shook his head and sighed. "Uh Sparx? I need to ask you something." Paul called.

"NO! THERE'S NO BARBECUE SAUCE!" Sparx yelled.

"I'm not gonna eat you! I want to know where I am!' Paul yelled. Sparx slowly flew down to look at the human again.

"HA! Just messin with ya kid. Alright then. If you really aren't gonna eat me then I'll help." Sparx flew a few feet in front of Paul and stopped to motion him to follow. Paul did so and ran after the dragonfly.

After a few minutes of running the two finally made it out of the forest. "Okay we're in the Gully Land Mass right now. We'll be arriving at the Dragon city of Warfang soon." Sparx said and slowly flew away.

"W-wait." Paul called. "Did you say... Dragon city?" Paul asked.

"Yeah. why?"

"Well. You know why I was afraid of you at first when we first met?"

"Yeah. why?"

"Essentially, where I come from animals and... dragonflies don't talk and well... dragon's don't exist." Paul explained.

"Wow? You aren't from around here are you?" Sparx asked with a smirk and Paul gave an annoyed look in response.

"Nevermind. I'll just let that go for now and ask about it later. I just want to find civilization NOW." Paul exclaimed.

"Okay okay. Look I got some friends that can help. Just follow me and you'll do fine." Sparx assured and continued to fly off.

"Uh... weirdest day ever. I bet you I'm gonna run into an anthropomorphic animal next and become a super hero."

So there ya go. A whole new story. My first non-MLP or Rio fiction. I really wanted to do this for a long time and I'm finally getting around to it. Paul will be meeting up with everyone's favorite dragons next chapter. Thank you ,good night. Please comment, fav and brush your teeth.