Fredrick

 

Fredrick sat in his chair and sat back and looked at his computer. Things are going quite smoothly, he thought. He knew that on Mt. __________________ there was a dragon living there, and he was planning on killing it before anyone else could get to it. He knew he was the only one who has seen a live dragon and had lived to tell the tale. He even has a stuffed dragon in his living room. His plan has been going on for twenty years. His plan was to wipe out the existence of dragons so everyone would go to him for the answers. He would become insanely rich just by selling the stuffed dragon sitting next to his bookshelf. Of course, he couldn’t take all of the credit. Many dragons have died from lost of habitat and food thanks to global warming and the need for more land. He could sell all the dead dragons to museums and other places. There was no one standing in his way. No one could stop him. Nobody.

 

 

Agatha

 

            “Come on pretty boy, only a few more feet.” I have begun to call Trystan that due to the fact he was such a complainer. He complained when he got leaves in his hair, he complained when he tripped over a rock (I laughed at him), all he does is complain.

            “I think my feet are going to fall off. How can ‘dragons’ live here?” He does that too. I know he believes in dragons, he is just too “cool” to admit it.

            “They have wings remember. They don’t walk up, they fly up.” With that I spread my arms out, spun around, and closed my eyes. I love the outdoors. They forest was no longer quiet due to Trystan’s complaining. When I opened my eyes I saw
Trystan staring at me. It was a mixed stare, but he didn’t add all of the mixed feelings to his statement. “You are strange.” I know he meant more. I’m not an idiot. “So where are we going to camp?”

            “Are you crazy? We can’t camp this high up, we’ll have to walk back down.” I heard Trystan groan. “You’re the one who is crazy. Dragons…they don’t exist.”

            “Then why did you bring the picture to us?”

            “Because I wanted you guys…to…never mind.” We were facing the clearing then. “Here we are.” I said, putting the suitcases on the ground. I heard Trystan drop his with a thump on the ground. I cringed. There was some pretty expensive stuff in those that I bought with my paycheck. “Now what?” Trystan asked.

            “Now we are going to set up the camera inside that cave. Explore the cave a bit, then leave. Can you do that?” I asked.

            “We climbed all that way just to look in a cave.”

            “Yep, and we are going to be doing that for the next…oh…three days.”

            “What?! Three fricken days!!”

            “That isn’t too bad is it pretty boy? I could have always stayed longer, but I pitied you.” I took the suitcase that Trystan dropped and started walking into the cave. “Come on!” Trystan reluctantly followed. “Now where is that flashlight?” I said to myself. I dug through my jacket until I found my penlight. “You call that a flashlight?”

            “No, I’m using it to find the flashlight.”

            “Oh.” I ignored him and opened the suitcase I rummaged through it until I found a big halogen flashlight. I turned it on and started setting up the camera, ignoring Trystan’s complaints about the light being too bright. “How is the camera going to see anything?” Trystan asked.

            “It’s called infrared.” I put the camera beside a rock and begun to look around. I gave Trystan another flashlight. “Try to look for things like scales, feathers, bones, and the ever so popular, poop.”

            “You want me to look for poop?”

            “I said try.”

            “Whatever.” He actually started to look around. I was very proud of him. I turned my flashlight towards the ground and started to look around. I found a couple of bones and placed them in a bag. “Hey, what’s this over here?” I heard Trystan yell. I walked over to him. I looked where the flashlight was pointing. It was an emerald, and shining in the flashlight’s light. I picked it up. “So what is it?” Trystan sounded excited. “Well, if you would believe in dragons, then it would be a scale from the side of a…I’d guess a young adult English Dragon.”

            “How can you tell that?”

            “I can’t, but the lab can, and we are in England.” I put it in a bag carefully. The bones and the scale went in the suitcase and I started leaving the cave. “Wait we’re leaving already?”

            “Yes pretty boy.”

            “But we walked so far.”

            “And we don’t have to walk so far. Besides, we are going down hill.” The trek down was soundly quiet, until we hit camp. I started unpacking the camp stuff to find only one tent. “Huh?” I checked again. One tent. There was a mistake. I called Carlo. “Hey Carlo?”

            “Why are you calling someone?”

            “We only have one tent. We need two.”

            “Why? Two people can fit in the tent.”

            “Yes, but…I don’t want to sleep anywhere near him.”

            “I see someone is a little shy.” Carlo was making fun of me. How dare he?

            “You expect me to sleep with…him?” I looked over to see Trystan scratching his butt. He saw that I saw and…amazedly…blushed. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He mumbled

            “Well, we aren’t the richest in the world, so you are going to have to put up with it for three days.”

            “Three days seem a lot longer now.”

            “Adios Aggie.”

            “Yeah whatever.” I hung up and saw Trystan back from his bathroom break. “So what’s the deal with the tents?” He asked.

            “We’re going to have to share a tent.”

 

 

Fredrick

 

            “Fredrick, we have located a group on the mountain, are they a threat.”

            “Put them on screen.” His computer showed a young man and woman putting up a tent. “Naw, looks like a couple on vacation. Wouldn’t want to ruin it for them.”

            “What if they find the dragon?”

            “I highly doubt that.”

 

 

Agatha

 

            I don’t think Trystan has ever been outdoors before. He is freaking out over every little sound. What’s that Aggie? What was that now Aggie? I can’t sleep. Then it got worse. It started pouring down rain. And Trystan couldn’t put up with that sound. We ended up both being awake all night. I found out that Trystan’s parents are divorced and he was on a vacation that his rich father paid for. “Some vacation this turned out to be.” He said. I eventually fell asleep, only to be awakened by my cell phone ringing. “Hello?”

            “Hey, you seem awake, how was last night?” Carlo asked.

            “Horrible. Trystan has never camped out in his life. He kept me up almost all night.”

            “Lovely, so what did you find?”

            “I found a couple bones and Trystan found a scale. He probably also thought most of the noises last night were dragons.”

            “Ha. Are you going to send them?”

            “Bring a limo up. I’ll give them to the driver.”

            “Alright.”

            “Bye.” I closed my phone and looked over at Trystan. His hair was stuck up at all ends. I noticed his hair got redder towards the roots. He probably dyes it. I decided not to wake him up just to walk down the hill more. I know he doesn’t like it. I quietly snuck out of the tent and started towards the road. I waited until a limo pulled up. It was my limo driver from yesterday. “Good morning madam! You are looking as beautiful as ever.” I knew he was joking. My hair was probably as bad as Trystan’s. “I have the suitcase.” I held it up. “Ah, yes the suitcase. Should this go directly to Carlo or the lab?”

            “Show Carlo, then take it to the lab.”

            “Excellent! Cheerio!”

            “Yeah Yeah Cheerio!” I was pretty grumpy after all. I watched the limo pull away and then started to head up towards our camp. When I got there I saw that Trystan was still asleep. I got dressed and decided to check the camera. I jogged up to the cave and I quickly retrieved the tape. Now that I was alone, the forest freaked me out again. Maybe Carlo was right about the partner thing. I ran back to the camp to find Trystan up and attempting to make a fire. “What time is it?” He asked. I looked at my phone. It was 9 o’clock. “Nine, why are you up?”

            “Because I’m hungry. Is that the tape?”

            “Yes, do you want to watch it with me?”

            “Sure, I’m not getting anywhere with this fire thing.” I set up the TV. and plugged the VCR in. Trystan put the tape in and we started to watch. We saw a couple bats and bugs. Then the camera went blank. “What happened?” Trystan asked.

            “I don’t know. I had enough batteries in the camera, maybe something got in the way, or something got on the screen.”

            “Maybe the dragon fell asleep in front of it. Did you see anything that looked dragonish?”

            “You really think that?”

            “Yes.”

            “It is a possibility. We would have to check.”

 

Trystan

 

            Why does everything bad happen to me? My parents are divorced, but that’s not the worst of it. You see, my dad lives on a 50 acre estate in Ireland, with a mansion, his own golf course, a lake with a boat(more like yacht), and a swimming pool. The divorce came, and I ended up with my mom in a cramped apartment in Manhattan. The one good thing is that my dad pays for vacations for me to go on. Too bad he’ll only pay for boring sight-seeing instead of beach trips. But what happens while I’m bird-watching, I find a stupid picture of something stupid, so I’m visiting some stupid dragon place. I should’ve never come here. Dragons don’t exist so this is a waste of money, but yet I took a picture that these geeks think is a dragon. I saw one geek digging through poop! Wait, two new geeks are coming. They’re talking to my tour guide. Now they’re taking me away to a room with the two most un-geekiest people here. There’s a Mexican guy in a suit who I believe runs this place, and a pretty hot girl next to him. She has brown wavy hair. The Mexican guy, apparently named Carlo, introduces me to the girl. “Aggie, this is Trystan.” I stick my hand out to greet her. I thought she was another geek so I said, “It is a pleasure.” She just shook my hand. I gave it a quick squeeze. She had amazing ocean eyes. “So where did you take this picture?” She asked. I quickly told my story. Aggie and Carlo talked a bit and I heard the part about me going with her on a great adventure to find the dragon. “You honestly want me to join the kook squad?” When she said yes, I laughed so hard I never noticed being pulled to the limo.

            She keeps calling me pretty boy. Why? ... Just because I got leaves in my hair? And when I tripped over a rock, she laughed at me. It was a disaster. She told me that dragons have wings, and that’s why they live so high up. Then she spread her arms out and spun around. I stared at her. Aggie may not know it, but when her hair hits the sun, it shines beautifully.

 

Agatha

 

            “What am I looking for?” Trystan asked.

            “Um…claw marks…see if the ground is warm anywhere. Things like that.”

            “Alright.” We started looking everywhere. I found big claw marks around where the camera was, and I guessed that was our dragon. I looked closer. “Hmmm…The configuration of these claw marks determines they can only be that of a dragon, a European English Dragon!!!!” I started dancing around. “Aggie…Aggie…AGGIE!!” It was Trystan. “What does this mean?”

            “What do you think it means? Dragons do exist! Now dance!” I don’t know what came over me. I started dancing everywhere. I even danced with Trystan. Once I got past my dancing craze I said, “Quick let’s move the camera over so we a catch a glimpse of this dragon.” I moved the camera to the other side of the cave. “I have to call Carlo.” I ran off toward the camp, practically clicking my heels, leaving Trystan still in shock. Of what, I’m not sure. After all, it’s not everyday you see a girl dance because of a dragon.

 

Fredrick

 

            “I’m so stupid not to notice it before.” Fredrick was planning to hit his head.

            “What is it?”

            “Look, on their tent, it’s a dragon.”

            “So, maybe it’s a brand of tents.”

            “No you idiot. They’re part of a dragon organization.”

            “You mean like us?”

            “No. We know dragons exist. They don’t.”

            “What should we do with them?”

            “They can’t find the dragon. Send in my gunmen.”

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