A/N: Hello everybody! This is my first fantasy story ever so I hope you like it! And Reviews are what keeps me going. People can add me to their favorites and everything but I will never be motivated to continue writing unless I get reviews, that's just me! Soo review! And Happy Thanksgiving!
"And then I hid behind this mirror that I am pretty sure could talk, in an attempt to hide from my evil stepmother who actually was this... Evil witch creature that turns into a big purple and silver dragon with teeth the size of a chimney!" I explained, sitting on the edge of my seat on the stereotypical psychiatrist's office bench.
The psychiatrist pursed her lips together and I waited for her response anxiously. She breathed out and walked over to the coffee machine to get us each a cup. It seemed as if she had lost all hope in trying to figure out what was wrong with me. She returned to her chair and handed me a beautifully made mug with the most delicious coffee I had ever tasted. "You are looked up to by everybody, but you won't be if you continue with this... Lie. This... This..." She took a deep breath and was at a loss for words.
"All I'm saying is that there has to be some medical explanation behind this... Some sort of... Science. Some scientific reasoning because I know I didn't imagine or dream this!"
"I'm not saying you did. I'm thinking that maybe your high position here has maybe possibly got you over tired or... Something!" I brought the mug full of the warm, delicious liquid to my lips, listening carefully to everything the psychiatrist had to say. For a doctor, she didn't seem to know what she was talking about. "Why don't you just tell me your story, just one more time?"