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 worlds I've written about? At first, it sounded a bit narcissistic, and even dangerous because of certain obvious reasons. But hey, I can name a couple of people who've had multiple alibi throughout history, and here on this site and others, so I thought why not? Also, who wouldn't want to have adventures like these?
Don't worry, I won't be interfering much with the original plot, and I won't give anything about my personal life. All of these characters are made-up, but they do remind me of people that are in my real life. In the four worlds that I will visit, the pairings will still 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. At least, I think.
So now, 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 above me, my eyes lazily watching the large metal fan spinning around rapidly, sitting in my worn-out, hot pink bean bag that was placed in the large game room. I looked down over at my phone to check the time and realized that dinner would be ready in just a few minutes. Seeing that I still had a little bit of time to kill, and that I've already finished up all of my homework for the day, I plugged my earphones in my ears, unlocked my phone and went straight over to YouTube. With my thumb, I scrolled through the recommended videos before choosing the latest trailer for the new "How to Train Your Dragon" movie.
My heart started beating with exhilaration and an uncontrollable smile appeared on my face as the trailer was played on my little mobile screen. Even though I had watched that movie trailer for about the sixteenth time, 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 through my earphones. I paused the video and turned around in my bean bag to see that my youngest brother, Daniel, was standing there, 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. Danny, as I fondly call him, has pretty fair peach skin, while I have a sun-kissed tan complexion. He has an army of little freckles across his cheekbones while I didn't. He has big blue eyes with steel gray glasses while I have brown eyes, shielded with smaller maroon ones. The only similarity was that we both have dark brown hair. Of course, I had much longer locks tied into a single ponytail over my shoulder.
"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 were waiting for me and Danny to eat some spaghetti.
My other brother, Steven, was pretty much the opposite of me and Danny, personality-wise. I guess fourteen is a rough age for everyone. I remember back when I was at that age, but I seemed to deal with the problems that came 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 dark brown hair, a bit similar to my own appearance. But he has gray eyes like our dad, and he has a weird haircut that sometimes reminds me of Elvis or some kind of star from an all-popular boy band, although he says that neither was his "inspiration" for that hairdo. But if I told him any of that, he would either not talk or look at me for a couple of days, or just punch me on my shoulder, hard. He also has no glasses like me or Danny, but he obviously doesn't care.
It was a pretty quiet dinner, with no exciting conversation really 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 in the fridge. Once all of 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 them. My queen-sized bed was in the center of the room, against the opposite wall, having warm yellow sheets with matching pillows. This was my definition of "cozy."
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, quickly pausing the video.
I hoped I didn't sound rude, because my brother had become a ticking time-bomb, with him being so sensitive. One wrong move or word, and he could literally explode at me, shouting out profanities at me, even though it was family rules to never swear or cuss; and then slamming the door in my face, leaving me with another crack in my heart because of his odd rebellious behavior.
"Ten minutes left." He said simply, looking over at the phone that was in my hand.
I simply rolled my eyes. "I know the rules." I answered. The rules were simple; no more using phones after curfew, which was at least at a reasonable time. Steven just rolled his eyes back at me and left with a scoff.
After reading a couple more chapters each of some fanfiction stories of "How to Train Your Dragon", "Miraculous Ladybug", "Pokémon" and "Trolls", I quickly got off the Internet and then turned off my phone. I went over to my parents' room and put it in its respective pink container on the wall, plugged in its charger, and left to start getting ready for bed, humming a Disney song quietly under my breath.
When I was heading back to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I carefully peeked into Steven's room and saw that he was still 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 the bathroom that I shared with my brothers. He tells me about the phone rule when he disobeys it himself. How ironic; if one could 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 won't be my fault, so he can't blame me for him getting in trouble for disobeying the rules.
After I was done brushing my teeth, I went back into my room. Before getting ready for bed, I checked to see if my backpack was ready and packed for school tomorrow, along with all of the respective homework that was due. After changing into some comfy pajamas, which was a simple, light blue, short-sleeved nightgown with white leggings underneath, I began to 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 wondered about what it would be like; to live a life like the ones I see in the movies and the TV shows that I watch every day. 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! Having my very own Pokémon and going on a journey across the land? That's been a secret dream of mine since I was ten. And finally being able to sing my heart out and be myself, even though I would be a colorful little being with hair that can do so much? I would love that indefinitely.
Unfortunately, there weren't a whole lot of people that I can talk to about these kinds of things. Steven obviously just doesn't care about anything right now, Danny doesn't quite understand yet, and my parents would just lovingly say to me 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 only one who takes school seriously, compared to my brothers. Danny is more understandable because he's still young, and at that age, school is the worst thing ever; but Steven is just plain out refusing to do his work, causing his grades to suffer greatly because of that. If he has to repeat the eighth grade, that's all on him. And there's no one else to blame for it when it happens.
I let the words written on the many lined pages take my mind away from reality 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 stocky figure stomping away to go downstairs to get some unhealthy midnight snack. My mom soon came over towards 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 to me. 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 next words would make sense.
Both of my parents turned around to look over at me. "Yes?" My mom answered, placing Steven's phone in her pants pocket.
"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, and I instinctively leaned into her embrace. "I think that everyone wishes to have such an exciting life like that at some point in their lives."
"Yeah." My dad added, coming closer to join the little embrace that we were having. "But think about it. If you did have that kind of life, would you ever really have time to do the really 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 yellow bed sheets for about five minutes, I then heard a scratching sound at my bedroom door. I looked up to see my little Yorkie dog, Angel, coming inside and getting close to my bed, her little pink collar with her name tag jingling as she walked. She got up onto her hind legs, waving her front paws up in the air, silently begging me to let her up. I smiled fondly down at her, moved over to the edge, and then gently grabbed her by her forelegs and placed her onto my bed. I smiled and gently scratched behind her ear after she curled up next to me by my waist.
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. My hand slowly dropped from petting Angel's head, hitting beside her, and her face nuzzled into my palm, giving it a couple of licks. I saw a large stream of white pass my window for a brief moment. And that was the last thing that I recalled before I was whisked away into a series of events that I'll never forget.
A/N: Boy, am I in for a surprise, right? And this is my first fanfiction 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! ;)