Battling in the dark of the truth - Chapter 1

I walk the two dogs that I am taking care of. I glare ahead at the crosswalk on this hot summer day. I walk the two dogs to their owners and jog home. I open the heavy metal door with a clank. I step in the doorway and yell “Mom, I’m home.”  I feel a strange burning sensation in my chest.

I whimper and hear mom say “How was your day honey?”

I respond, knowing it’s a lie “Fine.”  I walk into my room and glare into my mirror. I step in front of it and look where the burning was and I see a strange mark. I get worried but I don’t scream for mom. She would probably just say it’s a stretch mark or something on that line. I put on a clean shirt and walked out of my room. I say “Mom, what are we having for dinner?” with an ache in my gut.

Nella says “Pizza!” with a smile on her face as she adds more cheese and pepperoni on the top of the pizza.

I replied “Yum, can’t wait!” as I sit at the table to finish my homework. As I pull out my work, Irgir, my mom and my’s pet dragon slithers between my feet.

I say “hey Irgir.” as I put my hand down there to pet him. He goes up to my hand and I pet him. A minute later the oven beeps and mom puts the pizza in the oven. After an hour of work, mom pulled the pizza out of the oven.

I say “Mom, it smells super yummy!” and I see her nod and come over with two plates. I smile and start eating. In my mind, I immediately think of the marking. I hear my mom say something about “the first mark coming in” and I start to wonder about what it could mean. I finish up and put my plate away. I head into my room and lay on my bed. I fall asleep and I have a dream of Verity, Aurik, a baby, and Nella. I feel someone or something pull my shirt down and I think it’s just Irgir. They speak in a language I somehow understand. Nella gasps and puts my shirt back and walks out.

I only mutter “Stop it Irgir.”

The morning rises and I wake up and get dressed but stops to look at the mark. I put on my shirt and lift my brown hair out of my shirt and put it in a ponytail. I go downstairs and see mom. Mom has a stern look on her face. “Why did you not tell me you got your first mark?!”