I should have known there is no dragon training. Not even combat training. Topal just chucked a manual titled 'How to run the museum of mythical beings' on my lap then left the room. The title seemed a bit long winded if you ask me. I opened the manual and the first page just had a red button drawn on it.

This had to be a practical joke. Let me guess don't press the big red button or in my case touch. Text suddenly appeared upon the page like in Harry Potter. Touch the button it read. Okay mysterious book, I mean what's the worst that could happen? I place my hand on the picture of the button and the room around me starts shifting and things disappear.

Moments later the room's appearance had completely changed for a simple room with books to a large room with loads of potted plants and the ceiling had vanished, revealing the sky above. It was still dark out. I was kind of glad it was still dark because I wasn't even sure how long I had been here.

There was a variety of plants from what I could see. From flowers to herbs. I began to pace around. It was peaceful in here but there was a slight eeriness to it. I was waiting for an old witch in a black robe to appear out of no-where. I know it was cliché to think that would happen but there is a lot source material with a witch specifically in a black robe just appearing out of thin air.

Although I think Topal defies the stereotypes himself because usually I'd peg someone like Topal an wise man whom is fairly old but he appears to look like he is in his early thirties. So in conclusion to that the witch I believe will pop out of nowhere could be any age. Even a baby, nope I think I've stretched to far there.

Regardless, it doesn't matter what to expect because no matter what form I see people in, if there mythical there instantly awesome in my eyes. I turned my attention back to the new surroundings in the room. The plants growth had increased rapidly. There were leaves and vines enveloping the room. Soon enough the plants had created a make shift ceiling.

I went to move but my feet were trapped to the floor by the vines. The roses had begun closing in on me. The thorns on their stems were a finger a tip away from making contact with me. Don't panic I think to myself. If I panic I'm just going to cause distress that I don't need plus it's slightly like quick sand the more that you struggle the more trapped you become.

Despite telling myself not to panic, I had slightly began to. This must be a part of the training. I must not fail my first training session that would be a terrible start and I don't want to lose the opportunity. Especially since it's a magic museum and it's not every day you get to see one of those. I need to figure out what I need to do. I have no context and a bunch of magic planets getting way to personal for comfort.

That's it! The feel threatened, I am in their territory and they don't know me. Well I hope that's the case or I am going to feel like my epiphany moment was a bust. How do I show plants I am not a threat? I would say that staying still and let them take me would be one approach but there still on defence.

Talk to them? I sound nuts. Though this must once have been a normality. This is my normal too; I had grown up on this. Grown up on fantasy. I must embrace it, dreaming of it was one thing but experiencing it was another. Despite my beliefs I had to get used to this.

The plants began to retract. How did I not see that? I had self-doubt. It was one thing to believe but another to live it as reality.

The room reverted back to its original form. Topal was standing by the door.

"I believed but it's different in theory and you sensed that didn't you?" I say to him.

"Yes." He simply replies.

"So that's part one and obviously there's more; so what's next?" I ask.

"Next is home, there is no rush the rest of your training will continue over the next few weeks."

"I don't want to go home, can I not go explore for a bit?" I ask being hopeful.

"No." Well aren't you a party pooper. Topal then escorted me out back to the fields and the building vanished. My heart dropped, I did not want to leave. I knew I would come back but it was sad leaving.

I began walking down the way the taxi driver had come. I best call Abby to tell I'm okay. It's been a good evening.