I have not spoken with my Mom in over a year. She is so busy with work that she always forgets I am alive. It is ok, since I am a half-dragon she and I have difficulty finding things to talk about. How do we not talk about my freakish wings and red scales? I wonder what the hell she wants? I almost throw the entire package into the garbage can, but curiosity gets the best of me. Ignoring the letter, I tear open the box with my teeth. (Did I mention I have razor-sharp teeth?)
Inside the package, nestled in a layer of bubble wrap, is a stone dragon statue. It is black and green marble with red eyes made of gemstones that look like rubies."Sweet!" I exclaim.
As I look at the statue's eyes, they start to glow a fiery red and I see a vision of a large gold dragon. Yelping in surprise, I drop the statue on the floor, which leaves a dent in the linoleum and rolls under the kitchen table. I hiss through my teeth and a puff of smoke rises up to the ceiling. Annoyed, I crawl under the table and retrieve the statue. I look into its eyes again, but nothing happens. "Must be losing my mind." I mutter to myself.
Deciding to look at the letter after all, I unfold the paper, which is sealed by a bit of green wax. My Mom was always a bit of a drama queen. The letter is written in her tiny, precise hand. All it gives me is an address somewhere in Spain. I throw the letter in a drawer in my room and put the statue on top of my computer desk. It looks real old and exotic sitting there amongst all my cheap furniture and messy bed.
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