ERIN

At the end of the bridge, stood a dragon. It was a magnificent creature, with frills circling his neck (if it was a he).

"Aww! Look at that cute puppy!" Rose cooed, rushing towards it as if drawn by an invisible string.

PUPPY?! "Rose! Stop! That's not a puppy! It's a dragon!" She didn't seem to hear me. "ROSE!"

She turned around and looked at me strangley. "What is wrong with you?! First, I see you flirting with Samuel, then when the cutest pup on the whole entire world comes, you think it's a dragon?!"

The dragon in question roared again, the very sound of it challenging thunder.

I felt like roaring myself. I wasn't flirting! Why are you looking at me weirdly? And how on earth do you think a full-blown DRAGON is a puppy?!

That was when I noticed that, like Rose, everybody else was also rushing towards the "puppy". I knew I had to stop them. Even if I didn't know some of these people that well, I couldn't just let them die by firebreath!

So I did the only thing I could think of. "RUN EVERYBODY! IT'S A DRAGON!" Everyone stopped, blinked, turned around, then started running away screaming, all at the same time. "Run, Erin!" Rose called. "It's a dragon!" NOW you realize! I was mystified. Why did everybody see the dragon for what it was just because I yelled it?

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped and and did a 180. "Somebody's jumpy!" Samuel said, looking smug, like it was the greatest joke in history. That infuriated me. "Well, duh! Do you not see the dragon over there?" I said, then immediately felt dumb. Because if he saw the dragon, why wasn't he running away? He must have still thought the dragon was a puppy.

"I see it," he said, surprising me. "But how do you see it? I thought I was the only person that could."

"Me too," was the only thing I could think of saying.

"But the thing I wanted to ask you is how did you make them see it's a dragon? I tried to tell my bros-"

"Your what?"

"My friends, whatever-"

"You have friends?"

"Very funny, Erin," The way he said my name sent a tingle up my spine, for some reason.

"Anyway, so I told them to stop, but they just said it was a puppy." Samuel continued.

"That's what my friend said too!"

"Okay, so how did you do it?"

"Do what?"

He sighed. "The thing where you shout and everybody suddenly realizes it's a dragon, not a puppy? Ring any bells?"

"Well, I don't exactly know?"

He just shook his head and smiled. "Well, if you don't know, we still have a dragon to kill!"

"We?! I am so not killing him! Look at how beautiful he is!"

The dragon shot a ball of fire over my head, lighting up the trees behind me. Samuel looked at me expectantly. I suddenly noticed how his eyes looked like pools of dark chocolate tears, not that means anything.

"Erin?" That jarred me back to reality.

"Yeah? Okay, maybe not so awesome. But why did it spit acid instead of fire?"

"I don't know. All I know, or need to know, is that it's dangerous. So, we kill it?"

I shook my head. "No, just capture him."

He groaned. "Seriously, Erin? Even if we capture him, and that's a big if, he can still cough up fire."

"Just try, please?" I begged. I can't believe I'm doing this. I thought. "I really, and I mean, REALLY, don't like killing."

"Fine."

"YAY! Thanks, Samuel!" I almost hugged him, but I didn't, because that would be awkward.

He blushed. "It's no big deal. I don't really like killing either."

I just looked at him.

"Okay, okay!" He said, raising his hands as if in surrender. "I kinda like killing, but only in video games!"

I snorted. I couldn't help it. He was just too weird. But no time for laughter. We were getting off track.

"Hey Samuel." I said, like we were old friends. "We still have a dragon to kill, I mean, capture."

"Oh yeah."

"So what are you waiting for?" We charged.

Haha! Cliffhanger! lol.