"So this is the place?" I asked.

    "Yeah this is it." Othniel confirmed, gesturing to a small building.

    It was bigger on the inside, and the first room we stepped into was late and had a dozen of those strange and slightly uncomfortable chair things you always saw artists sitting on. You know those things that remind you vaguely of riding a horse except instead of holding reins you have a stiff board on your lap with paper on it? I have no idea what they're called.

    "Hey there I'm Ms. Aria, I'm the teacher this evening." A kind red haired lady greeted me. I was thankful when she extended her left hand, which I shook.

    "My name's Asriel, Othniel invited me." I replied, and she grinned at Othniel.

    "Dude that's one step closer to our grand prize! I'll mark you up for this."

    Othniel puffed up in pride.

    Ms. Aria directed me to one of those seat bench things next to Othniel. He was already working on something with watercolor, it looked like.

I admired his tenacity, for I had heard the horrifying tales of the watercolor paint.

"Isn't that hard?" I asked out of curiosity.

"What?" He asked.

"Watercolor."

He laughed. "Ha, no actually. Watercolor is intimidating for a lot of people but it just takes practice and bam your a pro. It's a very misunderstood medium."

Ms. Aria went around the room checking on people. They had books with pictures other people had drawn, and a step by step how-to behind each one. At least for the line art. She suggested that I use pastel because I was a beginner, which I didn't mind because I thought it was cool, and choose a simple picture of a dog to do for my first try.

I had previously thought Othniel was right handed, but as I watched him I noticed he switched back and forth between hands. Something I could obviously not do.

"Wait are you ambidextrous?" I asked, genuinely curious.

    He blinked at me for a moment. "Oh, no. I'm right handed."

    "But you use your left so easily."

    He shrugged and looked a tab bit uncomfortable. "I was attacked when I was seven, stabbed with a knife. For a while I couldn't use my right hand, you know partial paralysis, for a few years. I'm one hundred percent functional now of course. See I have the scar to prove it."

    He tugged down the corner of his shirt an there was a small silver sliver running down his collar bone on the right side of his body a good three inches long.

    "Same here." I showed him my own scar, they were actually pretty close to being identical. "I was stabbed too, of course my nerves didn't grow back."

His eyes widened. "Who honestly just goes around stabbing kids?"

"Pssh I dunno. Wouldn't it be crazy if it were the same person?"

He gave me a look that said, "I don't know how much longer I go on talking about people who stab people." I grinned weakly and turned back to my art for a second.

Then the picture before me flickered, and all of a sudden I was in a different place.

I yelped in surprise, glancing wildly around and found I was in some sort of forest. My body suddenly felt awkward and large. I checked over myself and nearly screamed.

I was not myself, not in my own body. I was in the form I had taken in my dream. My limbs were longer and sort of resembles paws, with sharp looking claws at the tips. They were a dark brown splashed with a light green color. I had some sort of a mane thing that was the same color of my hair, two long horn, and two large wings that were green at the edges. I was, in all honesty, a dragon.

    I glanced around and to my utter curiosity, saw another dragon. He was a light tan with blue stripes that varied in thickness. He appeared to be curled in a ball and was whimpering softly.

    "Hello?" I asked, my tongue felt strange in my mouth.

    "Please don't eat me!" The other dragon cried, I realized I recognized his voice.

    "Othniel? It's me Asriel! I think we're dragons." I said, trying to walk with these new appendages.

    "Oh God this is not happening!" He breathed, looking at his body in horror. "This is not happening, I'm not here, this is all a very strange dream. None of this is real. ACK WHAT"S THAT?"

    He whimpered and pointed towards my right. I moved my long neck in that direction and saw a ghostly looking figure of another dragon, but it disappeared as soon as I looked over. I was partially certain I had just imagined it.

    Othniel stopped whimpering for a second and lay completely still.

    Then he twisted out of his balled and stared straight at me. My heart jumped a beat when I saw his eyes were pupil-less and glowing slightly.

    "Blood behind the mask of charm, fear the beast with just one arm!" He spoke, his voice suddenly scratchy and deep.

    All of a sudden it was over, I was sitting back at the art place, on the uncomfortable bench, with a pencil in my left hand. Othniel was there too, his eyes wide and fearful. The hand with the paint brush was shaking very badly. He resembled a startled bunny.

    After the classe ended, we were waiting for our parents to pick us up. Othniel was still jumpy, he winced whenever someone addressed him.

    "You saw it too, didn't you, you were a dragon." I whispered.

    He shook his head. "Whatever happened must have been the product of stress or too much sugar. I refuse to believe what happened was in any way real."

    "But we were both there." I argued.

    "I don't know what you're talking about." He crossed his arms and shuddered.

    I don't know what was up with Othniel. I quickly forgot it when my mother pulled up in her car She had a grim serious look on her face.

    I climbed in to the back seat and saw Ariel sitting across from me, glaring angrily at the ground. Her nose was bleeding.

    "Whoa what happened?" I asked, suddenly sensing the tension in the air.

    "You two must have a little chat with me when we get home." My mother said in a calm tone of voice.

    Okay, let's deal with this first, then wonder if I'm going insane later.