Chapter 9

Campfire Confessions III

A New Breed had been born, and once again the group held firm against potential catastrophe. Through teamwork they helped bring the child of Caim and Angelus the Red Dragon into the world. Lann got to behold and record a pivotal breakthrough in Dragon Studies, whilst Gray the Dragon Slayer, having witnessed the product of true love firsthand, had his understanding of dragonkind further broadened. Some detail on the nature of Draconia's origins was also revealed, but it mattered little after such a trying day of confrontation and miracles. Feeling enough distance had been covered and enough absurdity had been experienced, the Jedi made camp for the third night.

(A makeshift camp. The group is sitting around a campfire eating leftovers from their lunch)

Squishy: What a crazy day: Meeting two people who threatened our lives, and watching the birth of a dragon hybrid.

Cope: And you succumbing to mushrooms and nearly destroying our food. Truly fun times.

Squishy: You guys got to hit me. Doesn't that make up for it?

Gray: A little.

Lann: I tell ya: being the first to witness a new breed of dragon being born made my trip. Everything from here on out is just a bonus for me.

Jo: Considering all this excitement we've been through, I believe it's the perfect time to wind down with another story.

Sally: But from who?

Anna: Ain't it obvious? Sammy-boy, enlighten us.

Sam Jackson: (Chewing on some meat) Huh?

Cope: I believe it's your turn to spin us a yarn.

Sam Jackson: Say what?

Sylvia: Tell us about yourself, as Lann and Gray did.

Sam Jackson: Nah, I'm not open for interviews. I'm technically on vacation, heheh. (Bites into meat)

Squishy: It's not an interview. Just some talk to pass the time.

Sam Jackson: Naw.

Sara: Come on.

Sam Jackson: There's really nothing for me to say.

Sally: Pretty please.

Rick: Just tell us something.

Sam Jackson: Alright, fine. I suppose it's only fair. Well, I was born in DC, grew up in Chattanooga, raised by my mom and grandparents. Only saw my old man twice before he died to alcoholism. Attended school, graduated college with a degree in drama in '72. Did some acting, both on television and Broadway. I've been a cop, robber, federal agent, special agent, bodyguard, random motorist, appliance shopkeeper, etcetera etcetera. Of course, my real big break was with Pulp Fiction. Been acting and making the big bucks ever since.

(There's quiet and the chirping of crickets)

Jo: You're done?

Sam Jackson: Yuh-huh.

Anna: That was seriously it?

Sam Jackson: Hey, I'm bushed here. If you wanna know more, go look up my a** on Wikipedia. (Tosses aside bone) With that said, I'm gonna hit the mother-f***in' hay. Goodnight, y'all. (Lays down to sleep)

Gray: Gotta say, that was a huge let down.

Will: Agreed.

Anna: That legitimately knocked out whatever pep I had left in me.

Sally: Same.

Rick: Should make sleeping easier, then.

Cope: Indeed. Welp, I'm tucking in. (Sleeps)

Jo: Guess we all better. Get up fully fresh and all.

Stan: Yep.

Sylvia: Good night, everyone.

Sara: Goodnight.

Squishy: Sweet dreams.

(They all say their good nights, put out the fire and go to bed)