Waking up, I'm in a make-shift hut.

"Ugh. Where. Am. I," I say, leaning up, looking around.

Oh. You're up, finally. an un-shown dragon growls.

"What-" I say, startled at the voice.

It's okay. No need to panic. I won't hurt you. The dragon growls again.

"Who. Who are you?" I say.

Don't you remember me? It growls.

"Should I?" I say, sitting up. "Ah! My wing!" I say.

You broke your wing when you fell out of that storm. You've been unconscious for three days. It growls.

"Three days? I- I've got to get back!" I say, jumping up. "Ah! Oww, my side,"

Back to where, cutie? The dragon growls.

"Back to- wait. What did you just say?" I say, confused about what this dragon just said.

I'm surprised you don't recognize my growl. She growls.

"What are you doing here, Siare?" I say. As I say that, a person walks in the door opening.

"Shawn! You're okay!" A familiar voice says. "So much for catching me," she says.

"Carla! Thank goodness your okay!" I say.

Wait, you were going to catch her? Siare growls.

"So, why were you following us, Siare?" I say, sitting upright, slowly.

Oh. Well, I was just taking a flight when I saw a dragon that I have never seen the likes of it. Siare growls.

"Well, can you describe this dragon?" Carla says.

Sure. It had the body of the Red Death, but not the size. And it was glowing, like the, Uhm. Like the. Siare growls.

"Flightmare?" I say.

Yeah! Wait. What's a Flightmare? Siare growls.

"Well, a Flightmare is a rare, glowing dragon that only comes out when the sky lights up. I forget what they call it. Anyway, and the Flightmare-" I'm cut short as we hear something hit the island we're on.

"Stay here, and stay hidden, Siare," I say.

"You hide too, Shawn," Carla says.

"Why? Oh, right. Be careful," I say.

"I will," Carla says, hugging me. Walking out the door, Carla is surprised to see an ultralight wing sticking through the wood line.

"Hello?" Carla says.

"Is that an ultralight?" I say, sticking my head through the door opening.

"Looks like it," Carla says.

"Sweet! Now we can get home!" I say.

"Hold it, Shawn. We don't know if somebody's there. Stay in the hut," Carla says. Carla slowly walks up to the small, two person plane.

"No-one? So an ultralight just randomly crashed here. Convenient," Carla says.

"Or is it? Who are you? And what are you doing with my ultralight?" A man says.

"Oh! Nothing, sir. I was just seeing what crashed here," Carla says.

"Sure. And then you're going to take it, take my game, and fly out of here, all while my back is turned through some innocent act. Now, get back on whatever boat you came on, and tell your boss that this dragons mine," he says. What!

"What! Wait do you mean by, game?" Carla says.

"I saw a dragon land here three days ago. I landed here just now to claim my dragon skin," he says, slowly reaching for a rifle while Carla's turned around.

"Oh no, Shawn," Carla quietly says to herself.

"Carla! Behind you!" I say.

"What-" Carla says, turning around to meet a shotgun barrel inches from her face.

"Now, did I not just tell you to get out of here? That dragons mine. Just go back to wherever you came," he says.

"Carla! Come on!" I say. That probably wasn't too smart, because now there's a python barrel in my direction.

"Alright, kid. Come on out," the man says.

"Ah, no, actually. That wouldn't be a good idea," I say.

"Why? Don't you want your friend here to live?" He says, loading a shell into the barrel of the lever action shotgun, having it back at Carla's face.

"I thought you wanted us to leave?" I say.

"You know what? Go. Get on whatever boat you came on, and go," he says, shoving Carla towards me.

"Thank you, but you see, we can't leave," I say.

"What!" He shouts, pointing his gun towards us.

"Yeah, we shipwrecked during a storm and we have been here for three days trying to repair our boat good enough for us to go home," I say.

"Oh. Well, why didn't ya say so," he says, lowering the gun.

"Yeah. We didn't even know about this dragon. We don't even have any guns," I say.

"Oh, well, if I find anything out of place on my ultralight, you are going to regret it, both of you," he says.

You guys okay? Siare growls.

"Keep it down, Siare. We're not here alone. And he's out for dragon skin," I say.

"Yeah. He saw us land here three days ago and he's here now to hunt the dragon he saw land here," Carla says.

Oh. Siare growls.

"Yeah, so, just stay in the hut until we figure out a way to get you out of here, safely," Carla says.

Okay. Siare growls.

"So, what are we going to do?" I say, outside the hut.

"I dunno, Shawn," Carla says.

"Great. Just great. I've got no way of leaving because I can't fly, and this man is hunting me or Siare," I say.

"Well, we could make a boat," Carla says.

How will we hide me? Siare growls.

"I dunno. But you can't fly out of here," I say.

Well no duh. Siare growls.

"You know what, that's not a bad idea, Carla," I say.

"What?" Carla says.

"We just need to have it large enough to hide Siare. That, and float long enough not to sink when Siare's on," I say.

Yeah, smart thinking, but what about you, Shawn? Your wing is still broken. Siare growls.

"Yeah, you okay with towing me?" I say.

Fine. Siare reluctantly growls.

"Thank you," I say. Over the next three days, the man shows up periodically without much hassle. Siare stays in the hut while I try to stay hidden.

"Finished," Carla says.

"After three days and five test launches, it floats," I say.

Yeah, but will it support me? Siare growls.

"Yes. We tested it using sandbags and other, heavy objects," I say, kicking a sandbag.

Okay. I hope everything's good. Siare growls.

"Hey, we couldn't get our boat fixed so we just made one. Our boat was just too wrecked. So, we'll be leaving. Good luck trying to hunt the Night Fury I saw here," I say.

"So it's a Night Fury, eh? This will be good," he says.

"Let's go. Siare in the boat?" I say, at the shore.

Yeah. I'm ready. Let's get away from here. Siare growls. Pushing the boat out to the water, it's floating, for now. I'm feeling water. Siare growls. We hear a gunshot.

"He found my decoy. Now, Siare!" I say. Siare flies out and starts pulling the boat away from the island. "Phew. From here, it's nothing but sea," I say, relaxing under the open sun.