Thank you all for NOT hating my story! I can't believe it's been about a week and no hate reviews. Anyway, apparently when writing stories you have to ask people to give their feedback, constructive criticism or praise or else they won't give you any. So please give feedback, all constructive criticism is welcome and a bit of praise isn't unwelcome, but only if its genuine!

Mike liked sand, it wasn't that he loved all the nice things about sand, he just didn't mind that it got everywhere. It was a bit like stew, once you ignore all the unpleasant things about it, it was quite nice, but just like stew, if you have to walk in it for hours, you get gradually less tolerant of it.

Mike was miserable, his sandy hair was becoming sandy, he was dehydrated, tired and most likely the left side of his head and left arm was already sun burnt. He could barely see straight after long without rest. He remembered a book he had once read, where a group of siblings decided to travel at night instead of day while crossing a large savannah. He briefly considered it for a while before remembering that his only means of navigation was the sun, and that meant traveling by day. It wasn't long before the sun finally set, although to Mike it felt like eternity. Even after the red sun dipped below the horizon, Mike kept going, keeping the orange haze in the sky on his left, hoping to get as much distance as he could before the sky went completely dark.

Eventually Mike layed down on the crest of a sand dune, careful to keep his weight on his right side, remembering that soon the morning sun will come up to his right, making sure that his right side was as just as sun burnt as the other. As he lay down thinking about this, he looked up into the inky, black sky and saw not one, but two moons! He looked around some more and saw a third one hovering in the sky nearby.

"So I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore." His voice was hoarse from thirst, reminding him that he couldn't wander the desert forever and that he needed to find water soon.

He began to theorize about the presence of the extra two moons. But could only think up two rational explanations for it. One, he was on another planet that happened to have three moons. Two, he was in another dimension, on a planet that happened to have three moons. Neither one held favorable chances for escape on his own. But then something clicked in his mind. It was too unlikely that he had been taken off of his planet, traveled light years, being deposited on a planet with breathable air, being deposited on a planet at all, just to end up in a cave in the middle of nowhere! It was absurd to think that this happened on accident, even more crazy to go with explanation two. All this was too much for Mike to handle, he went to sleep with his head still buzzing.

A sand colored dragon flew towards the ground in a rush, only bothering to move its wings in a heavy flap when it was nearly on the snow covered ground, slowing it down. The freshly packed snow made a crunching sound its talons as it landed. The dragon surveyed the area around it spotting a log cabin nearby, the dragon curled its barbed tail, no longer needing it for flight and headed off towards the wooden hut. It wasn't before long did the Sandwing reach the doorway of the small hut, took a deep breath, and knocked three times. The glistening, white dragon that opened the door was much larger, obviously mature, while the other dragon was only a dragonet. The Icewing glared at the newcomer, the silence only broken when the Sandwing spoke in a feminine voice.

"Frostbite, it's me, i'm here to talk about my mother."

"Dust?" the Icewing asked, "Is that you? You've grown so much since I saw you last."

"Can we talk inside?" The Sandwing requested.

"Of course, pet." Frostbite said, "Please come inside, I'll get you nice and warm."

They were silent as Frostbite gathered logs from corner of the wood cabin and started to make a fire. The logs were dry and would catch easily, especially when piled into the brick chimney. Frostbite was just about to light it, when she realised she had no means of doing so. She was about to ask Dust for help, but before she could, Dust blew a plume of fire into the chimney, setting the woodpile ablaze instantly.

"So, you came to learn about your mother" Frostbite started, "Of course I heard that she went missing, I can only imagine what you might be going through right now."

"I heard that you were friends with my mother" Dust explained, "I'd like to talk to you about her and hopefully find her someday"

Frostbite remained silent.

"She was on one of her expeditions when she disappeared," Dust continued, "If you could tell me what she was researching at the time, I might be able to retrace her path and find her."

"Pet, I have no idea what your mother was working on," Frostbite explained, "She only visited when she was in the area and never long enough to tell me about her work"

"Oh," Dust said, visibly disappointed.

Frostbite, not wanting her friend's daughter to be let-down blurted, "Wait!" before Dust could leave, "Your mother didn't say much, but what she did say was that she did most of her research with a dragon called Cactus."

"Really?!" Dust exclaimed, "Do you know where he is?"

"Unfortunately, no" Frostbite said, "But I do know someone who might know where he is, so get some paper and charcoal.

Author's note

This concludes my second chapter, I've tried to make it longer this time and I put in some dialogue. Like I said earlier, I need to know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong.

Thank you.