Week Nine: Trying Again

 “How about this picture?” Dana asked as she surfed the web. Mikey was getting quite restless about this lack of information about himself. Dana was a friend of his that loved to read about any fictional animal. She was the sister of Terry, who was in the same grade as Mikey. One day, he had come over to play video games with Terry. His club soccer team was playing that same day and Terry didn’t realize it. Mikey had just gotten off his winning game and was hoping to relax. Terry shrugged and Dana offered to stay home and watch over Mikey.

  She read a story. One that he enjoyed. It was about mythical creatures. She said that she liked to draw and imagine herself with the creatures she drew. Her favorite was a Pegasus. “To fly above the clouds and see the valleys of many.” She dreamed often and would dreamily sigh. “That would be the best.”

  He had gone over to Terry’s many times after he found out about the dragon inside him. Every time he would see Dana he would have to turn away or hold his tongue because he didn’t want to ask her how it was ‘dreamy’ to see different colored squares from the skies. He guessed that she wanted to see the world from the air but not from a high altitude because everything became so vague after a certain height.

  Normally, he’d ask her questions about any fantasy just to get her to talk. He liked her voice. She was really interesting. Her brother thought she was crazy but Terry didn’t mind the other creatures that she liked. As long as she liked dragons that’s all that Terry care about.

“So what got you interested in Wyvern’s specifically all the sudden?” She wondered.

  Mikey smiled. “Well, seeing that you like mythical creatures I thought I might as well give you an assignment!” He grinned.

  “An assignment?” She asked with a hidden smile. “Well…” She paused. “Thank you.” Her grin showed this time.

  Mikey nodded. He could probably tell her. But. If he didn’t tell Terry, who he had known for years, he couldn’t tell his sister because that was unfair and didn’t feel right. As much as it hurt him, he had to let it go.

  The description says, “A formidable hunter, the Norwegian Wyvern is somewhat similar to the Hungarian Wyvern.”

  Mikey frowned as Dana’s voice stepped away from him for a moment. Different types of Wyvern? He sighed. None of them had much information that told him about himself.

  “…The Wyvern of rough, green pine scales replaces the metallic spikes by black plates along its back, and is arched. It walks on land which leaves him with a somewhat scary aspect. Very strong. There are records of North Sea navigators seeing adult dragons carrying young whale of three tons in midair. Harsh and agile flight, this dragon usually hunts both eels and fish in both rocky coast of the North Sea and the Baltic Sea as well as large mammals such as elk and wild boar in the pine forest.

  Even being voracious, this Wyvern has problem to be receptive among breeders and riders both today and in historical records, especially from Vikings, who may have seen in his ancestors the European Wyvern. Their property of even as a flight mounts, something rare for continental Europe at the time.

  For their resilience to cold and harsh winter, there dragonlogist speculate the Norwegian Wyverns would reproduce in subarctic islands such as Svalbard but none have been sighted in archipelago doing something besides challenging the polar bear hunting territories. His temper shows tolerance, but the fact of being strong and independent left him off the list of dragon recommended for beginners.”

  A sigh escaped Mikey’s lips. “So much for trying.”

  Dana turned in confusion. “Hey sport. I’m not done! They’re ten meters long and have a wingspan of twenty-two meters. They weight four hundred and sixty kilograms and were first spotted or said to be spotted around ninety-three AD.”

  Oh yea? Mikey thought to himself with a hidden eye roll. I’m small compared to Xeq and Vile. So what if I’m ten meters long and have a wingspan of twenty-two meters? Xeq is easily twice my wingspan and is probably even bigger. But the real question is the history behind the Wyvern. Am I looking in the wrong place? He wondered.

  “Mikey?” Dana’s voice finally reached him after his own inner rant.

  Mikey smirked. “Oh. what?” Mikey said in confusion. “Yea, Dana?”

  Dana frowned as she poked at Mikey’s mask. “Since when did you starting wearing this?”

  Like. A week ago. Mikey thought to himself.

  “Oh.” Mikey nervously laughed. “You mean this thing?” He said tapping it?

  Dana nodded with her hands on her hips now. “Yea..! Isn’t that what I just pointed at?”

  Mikey smirked. “I thought I’d make a fashion statement.” Mikey laughed as he thought to himself. You know… Not slobber and dissolve everything?

  Dana shook her head. “By wearing a mask to cover that handsome face of yours?” She said confused.

  Mikey was happy he was wearing the mask now. He didn’t want Dana to see the smile that it hid and the drool that he for some reason felt seeping out of the corner of his lips.

  “It’s to bring out my lime green eyes!” Mikey explained as he pointed to them and made them glow. He could see an array of colors now, ones that he wouldn’t normally be able to see with his non-glowing lime green eyes.

  Dana raised and eyebrow and jumped back in surprise. “Oh? They do have a glow to them.” She smiled. “Neat!”

  Mikey sighed. At least he knew that Dana was easily amused. Terry. Get back here soon.  Mikey frowned. She helped but she didn’t do anything that Mikey himself couldn’t have done himself.  
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(4.11.15) Consider this chapter not important to the actual plot line. What's important is Dana, what she draws, and Terry.