Chapter 1: A Dragon, A Knight, A Monk, and Me!

It was a beautiful spring Saturday morning! My room was fresh and clean, and I was laying on my bed, watching the TV with an amused expression on my face. My best friend, Ben, however, had an antagonized look on his face, sitting on the floor in his sleeping bag. I never understood his spite for the greatest movie in the world. Sure, it had a few quirks about it, such as "YOU ARE A CORPSE! YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT!"

But other than that, I loved the movie to death. Well, can you blame me? Dragonheart IS pretty amazing. Anyway. So, we were in my room on a Saturday morning (Ben had spent the Night) and we were watching Dragonheart on my Television. Suddenly, the expression fell from my face, when I thought of how people always said how much better Braveheart was then Dragonheart. I never, ever, understood this. I hadn't seen Braveheart, oh no, but that was about the Scottish Revolution (or some such nonsense) whereas Dragonheart was about a Dragon. With a heart. Where was the connection?! There was none, other than the word 'heart' in the title!

Finally, I was happy again, because my favorite part of Dragonheart began to play! Well…the entire movie is my favorite part…but you get the gist. I had to completely and utterly resist the urge to mouth the words to myself, because I knew that Ben would easily become aggravated. Finally, I hit the pause button, and announced my need to use the restroom. I stood, and did so.

When I was relieved, I left the bathroom, and walked one step from the hall and back into my room. I paused when I saw, running through the expanse of my back yard, and turning in the middle of the green mossy grass down toward the creek trail, was a person in brown clothing.

"Who's that?" I asked, still watching. Ben looked over.

"I don't know."

I put my slippers on and grabbed my favorite black shirt and slipped it over my light blue tee-shirt. I didn't bother to button up the over-shirt I wore. I never did. But anyway, I continued. Ben, confused, followed. I ran outside, and followed down where the brown clad man ran. As I ran, I heard two swift

"Yoo-Hoo!"s.

I kept running, hopping over the log that blocked my way, before tripping, and falling face-first down a steep trail. I fell head over heels—literally—before I was able to get back up and look around. My eyes began to well up as I rubbed my back—which hurt like hell! When I was able to see clearly, I noticed that I was facing a very large boulder—which I was near inches from. Ouch. I was glad I didn't hit that. Then, I slowly began to panic, because I realized that this was not my creek! In fact…there was a waterfall ahead of me.

I stood up and followed the trail that went down to where the waterfall was whooshing. And then, over that, I began to hear voices.

"—verse, meter! Should I spice it up with a poetical flourish, or just the cold hard facts?!"

I blinked in surprise. I knew that voice…but it couldn't have been who I thought it was.

"If you do not be quiet, you and I shall be the only things cold and hard around here."

"The quill…is mightier than the sword!"

I continued walking. I knew this dialogue, but how could that be? As I rounded the corner, I froze in shock. I was in the exact same setting as in Dragonheart! Heck, I was IN Dragonheart! But again, how can that be?

"Brother Gilbert!"

"What?"

"Shh!"

I watched as Bowen made a hand gesture pointing to the cave. I chuckled a bit, because I knew that Draco wasn't in the cave. He was under Brother Gilbert, who continued to mumble. Then, he screamed, and was flung off Draco's head, and into the water. I thought this would be a good time to make an appearance, and so I did. I was concentrating on not tripping on a rock, when I heard Brother Gilbert scream, because he had just picked up the head of a dead man. "That's all that's left of the last dragon slayer who tangled with me! If I were you, I'd quit while I was ahead."

Bowen, who had thrown his spear at Draco, given a triumphant yell, and was turned around and looking at Brother Gilbert in the water, when…

"Is that the best you can do?" Draco cried, pulling the spear into his cave, from which cracking and snapping noises emerged. "Catch!"

The pieces came flying out, and were deflected by Bowen's shield. I turned around, expecting Ben to be behind me, watching the scene…but he wasn't. He was gone! I whirled around, looking for him, and looked back up the trail, but he was nowhere to be found. I turned back to see Bowen entering the cave.

"Into the mouth of Death he strode!" Brother Gilbert began to recite, "Into the gringy Gloom, Into the pit of fear unknown, Perhaps to corde his doom!"

And then, after a couple seconds, "That was good…What did I say? What did I say?!!"

I was now down, leaning on a rock. I was trying to keep my mind off what had just happened, and keep my mind on the here and now. (I know. Very Jedi like.) Then, Brother Gilbert noticed me, and stared at me with a very confused look on his face. His lips moved up and down, but no words came from his mouth. I simply smiled at him, and he stared. I looked back to the cave, and tried to listen.

"—You're one who kills dragons for money?" I heard Draco say, over the roar of the Waterfall—which might I add is very difficult to hear over. Of course, it was more of my memorization of the movie, than listening..but I still heard the voices.

"It's honest enough work…one must make a living." Bowen yelled.

"Oh yes…one must live." Draco replied, "But since you seek a profit..we might as well begin!"

"It's not just the profit…it's the pleasure!"

"Perhaps less pleasurable and more costly than you think!" –And at that moment, Draco came rushing out of the waterfall, and Bowen soon followed, jumping on his horse, and Brother Gilbert running after him, yelling. I soon followed.

"Take Care Bowen!! TAKE CARE BOWEN!"