I take a deep breath, looking rapidly around the dark room for some sort of light. If I had moved at all, his claws would've cut into my throat. He giggles again, a clenches a little more. "Don't you wanna scream?" he asks, and he loosens his grip a little more.
"No, I don't. Where am I?" I ask. He lets go completely, and walks away. A few moments later, a lamp switches on, and I could see nothing but a little bird on the rim of the lampshade. It flies down to the shag carpet floor, and tweets. Its bones start to bend, and it forms into a little boy.
He smiles, showing razor sharp teeth. At this point in my life, I didn't know whether to scream, or run away, or laugh hysterically.
"Have they found me? Is that why you're here?" he asks, as I look into his deep red eyes.
"No, well, I don't know. I was supposed to be sent to wherever the leader is." I say.
"You're with them?! You?!" he yells.
"No, I'm not," I say, letting a small laugh escape, "I've gotta be one of their least favorite people. So, what's a little murderous boy like you hanging around a place like this?" I ask.
His teeth teeth seem to form into normal ones, and the top two were missing. "This is where I spawned, the cave of Allora. Well, technically speaking, was sent to. It's dark in here, so I can do whatever I want and no one would know." he says, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile again.
"Came here? Who are you, exactly?" I ask, squinting.
"Well, Jemma, if you haven't guessed it by now, I don't think you ever will!" he says, bursting into a sudden laughter.
"I'm sorry I'm not sidekick, unlike others." I say, sticking my tongue out at him. I felt like I was a five year old.
"Ooooo! Someone's got an attitude!" he says. I stand up, and start to walk away. "Stop!" he yells, and I feel an object fly past my face. It sticks to the wall, and when I look to see what it was, the boy bumps his head in my face. I rub the spot he hit, and smack at random objects, hoping one of them would be this stupid kid. 
"Can't find me!" he says, laughing more.
"Is this just some kind of stupid joke to you, kid?" I say, looking around. A large beetle climbs up the stone wall. I watch as it moves around a dart stuck in the rock. I decide that was the object that flew past my face earlier.
"Everything's a joke. Duh!" he says, forming out of the bug and into a cat. He rubs against my ankle, and bites at the vines growing from my skin. "Quit it." I say. He laughs at my demand, and trips on his back legs as he runs away. What a waste of time, I think, as I start to find a opening in the cave. I start to feel a dizzying sensation, and the boy cocks his head and smiles, as I fall onto the cold stone floor.

When I wake up, I found that my hands were tied behind my back. I struggle to get them free for awhile, but then roll my eyes as I sprout bladed vines to cut myself free. It was then I realized I was in the same place as before. I jump to my feet, and look around. I was in a dead end at the end of the cave, so there was only one direction to go.
I hear small footsteps coming toward me, and once again I look down at this five-year-old sociopath. 
"Huh? How did you get free?" he whines. I lengthen one of the vines on my leg, and stab the wall with it. Another vine grows in its place.
"You're not the only one with powers here, kiddo." I say, smiling. He looks into my eyes for awhile, dazedly. Then he jumps back.
"You know, Jemma, the difference between you and your mother are uncanny." he says, digging his shoe in the dirt.
"How do you know about my mom?" I ask.
"I have my ways." he says, grabbing onto a root of a tree that was dangling on the ceiling. He pulls himself up, and hangs his knees around it.
"Wait. Are you-"
"TLo?" he starts clapping, "You guessed it! The one and only!" he says, somersaulting mid-air onto his feet.
"So, how do you know me?" I ask.

He points at his eyes, "These bad boys tell me everything I need to know about a person! Well, you're a different story. I've been watching you for awhile, and I find your personality fascinating!" he says, smiling. This kid is just full of smiles.
"Why am I so 'fascinating'?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
"The way you look at different situations, duh! Your best friends die, no emotions! Your little dies, no emotions! You meet with one of your enemies, complete insanity!" he says, laughing, "It's so amazing I could cry!"
"That makes no sense. You don't know what it feels like!" I say, starting to yell.
"You're little sister told you that here you see everything your eyes want you to see, correct?" he asks, out-of-the blue.
"Correct. But she can't see what she wanted to see, because she was dead." I answer.
"That statement was false. Even though it was close, so I admire her problem-solving skills. The truth is, you see what your afraid of." he says.
"That makes no sense." I say.
"Let's put it simply; if you can't cry, no matter what happens, you'll see happy surroundings. And you'll hate happy things, because you want so desperately to be sad for once. That's why your sister saw a cruel, unhappy world. Because she's always sad, and wanted to be happy. Most people here see the world the way you see it, but they don't care, for some odd reason. They want to stay happy, I guess." he says. My head was spinning with so many questions that I put a hand on the wall to keep from falling over. After a second of thinking, I decide to ask the most random question.
"Do you know where the government is hiding the leader?" I ask.
He smiles, "Do you believe in dragons?" he asks.
"That's not the answer I want." I say.
"Answer me anyways." he demands.
"Not really, no. I've never seen one, so I can't really believe." I say.
He smiles, and pushes me to the ground. I feel like I was falling, but then I landed in a heap of snow. I look around, but the kid was nowhere to be seen. I turn back to where I was facing before, and he was playing in the snow. I held my arms together, trying to keep warm.
"Why so c-c-cold?" I ask, trying to keep my teeth from chattering.
"Just sprout some kind of fuzzy plant to wrap up in." he suggests. I sprout an angel's hair artemisia, and it wraps around my arms and torso. The vines on my leg thickens, so no cold air could get through. The world's' dumbest idea actually worked.

"Now second question," I start, "Why are we here?"
"Because, this is where the wyverns live." he says, as though I would know what they were. I cock my head, and he rolls his eyes. "Wyverns are two-legged dragons. Who's the six-year old here?" he asks. I roll my eyes after him, and continue walking.