"What's up?" I asked nervously once we were all seated at the dinning room table.

Nobody had told me a thing, and Ariel was being uncharacteristically quiet which scared me. She also wouldn't meet my gaze. I didn't like this at all.

"Ariel would you like to explain what happened?" My mom asked.

That's how our mother rolled. When we were in trouble, we did the explaining, she claimed it was to help realize what was the fault was and how to stop us from doing it again.

"Some boy was flirting with me." She folded her arms. "So I punched him."

My eyes widened. "You did what?" I don't think Ariel had ever purposely harmed a living thing in her entire life.

"And then, your friend Torien tried to break up our fight and make me feel better. I punched him too." She mumbled.

I gawked at her in complete horror. I could just believe the first one but Torien? The guy she had been crushing for a week now?

"Jerry has a bruised jawbone, Torien was lucky, he was too far away from me to come off with anything but a light bruise. Jerry's parents demand we pay his medical bill." She breathed, I had to strain to hear her.

"Why did you do it, and why was it wrong?" Our mother asked, still calm.

"I did it because I was angry at him. Which was wrong because violence is not the answer when we want people to shut it." Ariel grumbled. "I also have detention tomorrow."

    "Thank you, you are free to go." Our mother said, and started making dinner.

    Ariel sighed loudly and started off towards her room.

    I bit my lip and started after her. "Ariel wait, there's something I wanna tell you, during the art class with Othniel something weird happened-"

    "Stop, Asriel. Please can you just leave me alone for a bit! You're always hanging off me like a leech, go away!" She yelled.

    I winced, stopping in my tracks. What was up with her? Whatever happened to twins forever? That really hurt.

    She slammed the door to our room. I guess I would just hang out on the couch.

    After a while of this Dad came home and I got to use his computer. I wanted to research the experience that had just happened to me. To take my mind off the fact my twin had just pushed my away.

'Dragon' headed nothing except some cool art and a voice-to-text program. I searched 'Dragon Dimension' and then things got interesting.

I came across a blog. There was a writer by the name of A. Knitwear Sherbet. A pen name obviously, and she seemed particularly keen on dragons, and the supposed sister dimension they lived in. Sherbet claimed that at certain location you could actually disappear through the thin fabric of the universe and slip into the dragon dimension called Drakardia, and that sometimes dragons slipped into ours. That's where we got our legends of the scaly beasts from.

At least that's how much I read before I had to eat dinner. Even then I'm not sure I believed it, A. Knitwear Sherbet could be a complete nut and there could actually be something wrong with me. Though that didn't explain how both Othniel and I ended up having the same delusion. If it was a delusion.

    Maybe I should tell someone.

    I looked up from my plate of Parmesan Macaroni and stared at my parents.

    Mom was talking about her new client. She was an attorney, all serious in stuff, she got calls at random moments and stayed up way late. It was a difficult job but she loved it. She also has walnut, sun streaked hair that she wore up in a bun a lot, and the same  green eyes that Ariel got.

    Dad was an author, a non-fiction writer in case you were wondering. He writes documentaries for newspapers. He's blonde like me with bright blue eyes that no one inherited.

They would both think I'm insane, or that the trauma from the incident was finally getting to me. I used to have pretty messed up nightmares after I was stabbed. They said I had awoken in the middle of the night screaming and crying, but I never remembered what I had dreamed about, not ever. It really freaked me it until I stopped getting them. I mean it was a lot for a seven year-old to handle.

So that rules them out.

Ariel already snapped at me. I dunno if she was having some sort of girl issue (though this was worse then those times) but something was probably bothering her, something serious. I didn't want to add more to her plate if that was the case. It hurt that she wouldn't tell me, we're supposed to be able to trust each other with our lives. That's what we promised. I guess all I could do was wait and hope she cooled down.

Meanwhile I have school tomorrow, and I'm not staying up late to stress about this.

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