Adventures Through the Realms

Flying With Dragons

A/N: Okay, I've been having these ideas swarming in my head for weeks. What if I was in the stories? At first, it sounded a bit narcissistic, and even dangerous because of certain reasons. But hey, I can name a couple of people who've had multiple alibi throughout history, so I thought why not? Also, who wouldn't want to have adventures like these?

Don't worry, I won't be interfering much, and I won't give anything about my personal life. All of these characters are made-up, but they do remind me of my real life. In the worlds I will visit, the pairings will be the same. If anything, the worst I can do is give a little push, or at least give my own opinion on certain things.

So let's get on with me and my "dull, provincial life". And action!

Chapter 1

A Lifelong Dream

I stared up at the plain beige ceiling, my eyes watching the fan spinning rapidly, sitting in my hot pink bean bag. I looked down at my phone to check the time and saw that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. Seeing that I had a couple of minutes to kill, and that I've already finished my homework, I plugged my earphones in my ears, unlocked my phone and went over to YouTube. With my finger, I scrolled through the recommended videos before choosing the trailer for the new "How to Train Your Dragon" movie.

My heart started beating with exhilaration as the trailer was played on my little mobile screen. Even though I watched that movie trailer for about the sixteenth time by then, I couldn't help it. The story of Vikings and dragons was going to be ending soon, and it is sure to be a showstopper. Unfortunately, at my home, I'm the only one who has this much passion for a media franchise.

Soon, I heard someone saying my name. I paused the video and turned around to see my youngest brother, Daniel looking at me. At first glance, no one would guess that we were siblings unless we told them so, or if they see our parents. Dan, as I fondly call him, has fair skin, while I have a healthy tan complexion. He has an army of freckles across his cheekbones while I didn't. He has blue eyes with big steel gray glasses while I have brown eyes, shielded with smaller maroon ones. The only similarity was that we both have brown hair. Of course, I had much longer locks tied in a low loose ponytail.

"What's up, little bro?" I asked.

"It's time to eat." He answered.

I nodded to him, unplugged my earbuds out of my phone, put them both away on the bean bag I was sitting on, and followed my little brother downstairs to the kitchen. There, my parents and my other brother was waiting for me and Dan to eat some spaghetti.

My other brother, Steven, he was pretty much the opposite of me and Dan, personality-wise. I guess 14 is a rough age for everyone. I remember when I was at that age, but I seemed to deal with adolescence better than he is right now. At least he didn't sneak a piercing or a tattoo somewhere on him. I hope.

Steven has tan skin and brown hair, like me. But he has gray eyes like my dad, and he has a weird haircut that sometimes reminds me of Elvis. But if I told him that, he would either not talk or look at me for a couple of days, or just punch my shoulder, hard. He has no glasses like me or Dan, but he obviously doesn't care.

It was a quiet dinner, with no exciting conversation happening, and when it was finished, I helped my mom put away the dirty dishes. The boys begrudgingly cleared the table while our dad put any leftovers away. Once that was done, I went back upstairs to get my earbuds and phone and get into my room. It was a big enough space, and I had two bookshelves against the wall as my own personal library with all of my favorite book collections, along with a matching writing desk in between. My bed was in the center of the room. I had finished watching some "Miraculous Ladybug" episodes that didn't get on Netflix just yet when Steven came into my room.

"What?" I asked, pausing the video. I hoped I didn't sound rude, because my brother had become a sensitive, ticking time-bomb. One wrong move or word, and he could literally explode at me, shouting profanities and slamming the door in my face, leaving me with another crack in my heart because of his behavior.

"Ten minutes left." He said simply, looking at the phone in my hand.

I rolled my eyes. "I know the rule." I answered. Steven rolled his eyes back at me and left with a scoff.

After quickly reading a chapter of some online fanfiction stories of "How to Train Your Dragon", "Miraculous Ladybug" and "My Little Pony", I got off the Internet and turned off my phone. I went over to my parents' room and put it in its respective pink container, plugged it in its charger, and left.

When I was heading back to my room, I peeked into Steven's room and saw that he was on his own phone, laughing at some video under his breath, attempting to keep himself from busting up loudly. I rolled my eyes and entered my own quarters. He tells me about the rule when he disobeys it himself. How ironic. Note the sarcasm in my voice.

Oh, well. All sarcasm aside, I'm not going to tell him to get off of it, because he never listens to me. Once our parents check on him, he'll get busted, grounded for a week, and sulk for the entire time. At least it wasn't my fault.

Before getting ready for bed, I checked to see if my backpack was ready and packed for school tomorrow, along with the respective homework that was due. After changing into warm pajamas, which was a simple light blue nightgown with white leggings underneath, I read through one of my many writing journals, letting my imagination in the written word take me away from my world where I feel like nothing exciting ever happens.

Ever since I can remember, I've always wished what it would be like; to live a life like the ones I see in the movies and TV shows I watch. I already know that I will never be a movie star, I'm way too shy to be on stage for everyone to see me, and I can't always control my nerves and contain them until the whole thing is over. But still, I wish that I could have a more exciting life than the one I have now, where anything is possible, and where I can be whoever or whatever I wanted to be.

Riding dragons? That would be a dream come true. Being a superhero for a day, fighting against a super-villain? That would definitely be the most awesome thing ever! Turning into a pony and going on an adventure, exploring what I can really do? Definitely interesting.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot of people that I can talk to about these kinds of things. Steven obviously just doesn't care, Dan doesn't quite understand yet, and my parents would say lovingly that it was all just my imagination running wild as usual. My guess is that's probably just a nice way to say to get my head out of the clouds, and that I should focus more on my school work. At least I'm the one who takes school seriously, compared to my brothers. Dan is more understandable because he's young, and at that age, school is the worst, but Steven is just plain out refusing to do his work, causing his grades to suffer greatly. If he has to repeat the eighth grade, that's all on him.

I let the words written on the many pages take my mind away until there was a knock on my bedroom door. I closed my writing journal as my dad came inside. I then heard Steven groan loudly with annoyance and soon saw the retreating movement of his figure stomping away to go downstairs. My mom soon came over to the stairway, Steven's phone in her hand. She just sighed and came into my room, rubbing her forehead with her fingers.

"Lights out, sweetheart." My dad said. I smiled at him and put the journal back onto the bookshelf. But I didn't get under my sheets yet once I was back on my bed.

"Mom? Dad?" I asked carefully, hoping that my words would make sense.

Both of my parents turned to look at me. "Yes?" My mom answered.

"Have either of you wondered…." I paused, wondering what to say next. "If you can go on an adventure that you never dreamed of? Where anything can happen? Even if it seems like it came from a movie or a book?"

My parents sat at the edge of my bed, one on either side of me. "Well, we were young and wistful once too." My mom said, placing her arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. "I think everyone wishes to have such an exciting life at some point in their lives."

"Yeah." My dad added, coming closer to join the little embrace we were having. "But think about it. If you did have that kind of life, would you ever really have time to do the important things?"

"What about saving the world?" I joked.

My dad chuckled at my little quip. "Well, other than that. What about the big dreams you have to accomplish in this reality?"

I thought about it for a few minutes. Even when I was little, I always had big dreams. In middle school, instead of wallowing in my loneliness and broodiness like Steven is doing currently, I made official plans for my future. Graduate from high school, attend my dream college, and officially start my writing career with an original novel. I'm already a writer online, but I really wish to one day have my real name known on a book, engraved on the front, instead of an alibi to hide my identity. Though the alias made me feel sort of like a superhero.

"I guess not." I finally admitted. "But still, all I can do is wish."

My parents smiled at me. I hugged them both before crawling over to the front of my bed. My mom kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetie." She whispered.

"Night, Mom." I whispered back. I then looked over her shoulder. "Night, Dad."

"Night, sweetheart." He answered. Then, both of my parents left my room, leaving the door open only a crack.

After getting comfy under my sheets for about five minutes, I heard a scratching sound at the door. I looked up to see my little Yorkie dog, Charity coming inside and getting close to my bed, her little pink collar with her name tag jingling. She got on her hind legs, waving her front paws in the air, begging me to let her up. I smiled at her, moved over to the edge, and gently grabbed her and placed her onto my tall bed. I smiled and gently scratched behind her ear after she curled up next to me.

I looked out my window and saw the moon, gleaming brightly in the velvet black sky. I could even see a few stars dotting the thick darkness. I still wished that I can have the adventures of a lifetime. Things I can only dream about.

Eventually, I felt my eyes drooping closed. My hand dropped from Charity's head, hitting beside her, and her face nuzzling into my palm, giving a couple of licks. I saw a large stream of white pass my window for a brief moment. And that was the last thing I recalled before I was whisked into multiple series of events that I'll never forget.

A/N: Boy, am I in for a surprise. And this is my first story in first person view, so this ought to be pretty interesting, right? There'll be some more excitement in the next chapter.

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Got to fly! ;)