Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
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In the dead of night, the young teenager known as Summit was yanked straight out of a good sleep by something hitting his stomach.
Sitting up suddenly, he nearly hit his little brother in the head and even that took a minute to sink in, given his confused state. What finally brought him up to speed was the sound of snuffling and his blanket being pulled to the side as Peak tried to climb in with him.
Groaning, Summit stopped him, pointing to Peak's own bed on the other side of the room, "No Peak. You know the rules! You're supposed to sleep in your bed, not mine!"
There was a weak protest, "B-but, Peak had a scary dream!"
Summit groaned again, "Come on Peak, you're a big boy now. You don't need to sleep with me every time you have a nightmare."
Another snuffle came to his ears but Summit tried to stay firm, "It's just a dream Peak, you'll be alright. Now go to back to bed."
There was a whimper and Summit's thin resolve caved, though he'd blame it on just how late it was. Sighing, he relented, "Fine, but just tonight, okay? Next time, you stay in your own bed."
But Peak wasn't listening, already scrambling onto the bed the very second Summit told him he could. Shaking his head, Summit shifted in the bed to give Peak some room and pulled the blanket over his little brother, "There, better?"
The four year old nodded rapidly, clutching his stuffed dragon doll like a life-line as he got comfortable. Watching his youngest sibling drifting back off to sleep, Summit settled back into bed and yawned.
Tomorrow, he'd tell Peak again that the little kid had to stay in his own bed at night. Yeah...tomorrow...