This part is kind of short and is more of a prologue than a first chapter. Please, if you see anything that needs changing, or have any ideas of how to make this story better, please let me know.

Considering everything I took that night, the talking butterflies probably weren't real. The dragon was though. Granted, it was the size of a small house cat, but it still tried to tear off my face.

I had just moved in with my new roommate. He was looking for a roommate in the same town that I was trying to move to. We were both named Jordan and figured it would be kinda fun to live with a person of the same title. Sadly, neither of us thought to think that the name Jordan is a unisex name. So I pulled up to an apartment complex on the shady side of town, where a man in his late teens or early twenties waited for me. Ripped jeans, combat boots, black shirt under a Star Wars hoodie, black hair that, had it not been gelled back, would have fallen into eyes of the same color. His face held no expression. Of course, I had to be with my overprotective father and my prone-to-blowing-things-out-of-proportion mother.

That day it was cloudy, overcast, it threatened to rain. The gray stone courtyard combined with the woods that sidled up to the complex gave everything the sense of a medieval castle of sorts. With the added bonus of beer cans, of course. I got out of the car in my Dungeons and Dragons T-shirt and yoga pants with shoes that should have been thrown away three years prior, and walked up to the intimidating figure.

"You Jordan?" I asked timidly as I brushed my unruly blonde hair out of my eyes. He snapped out of whatever funk he had been in prior and smirked.

"I suppose I should be asking you the same question."

By this time my father had exited the car and was making his way towards us.

"Who are you?" his voice was calm. I suppose he didn't consider the fact that the man towering above me could be my new roommate, evidenced by the fact that Jordan was still in one piece. I inhaled, bracing myself for the storm that would erupt after the next five words left my mouth,

"Dad, this is my roommate."

My dad's face went through the stages of realization, what, wait, WHAT, and then morphed into the expression of calm acceptance of the situation.

"No." he grabbed onto my arm and started to pull me to car. It was then that the shoelaces on my seriously-outdated shoes decided to make their debut. They caught on a cobblestone and I tripped into a stone fountain that I hadn't even noticed, hitting my head on the way into the frigid water. As soon as I was in the water there were hands pulling me out, people assessing my situation.

"Are you alright?"

"Did you hit your head?"

"Wait, I think she's bleeding. We need to get her to a hospital. I'll take you there."

So I was led, or maybe carried, I don't know I was dizzy, to Jordan's car. He sped us off to the nearest hospital where I was treated and told I had a concussion. I was told the normal stuff, don't go to sleep, bla bla bla. My parents had to be at work the next day and me being in the car was definitely not the best way for me to stay awake. So, in the end, it was up to Jordan to keep me up for the next few hours. Giving me a psychedelic probably wasn't the best idea, but hey, it wasn't his fault.

It started at a party. In honor of me moving into the complex, a few of the people who lived there started a fire in the firepit and brought drinks, hot dogs, marshmallows and the such. After a while I started to feel a little sleepy. One of the residents brought me a cup of punch and told me it would keep me awake. I heard the snicker, but at the time I was a little too tired to register that something was going on. In the hopes that the punch actually would keep me awake I chugged the entire thing. Shortly after that I was informed that it was spiked with some sort of psychedelic drug and I wanted to beat the crap out of the guy who gave it to me.

I was afraid. I was in a town, alone, I didn't know anyone, and I had just been drugged. The butterflies had started talking to me, in November. Jordan sat by me for the rest of the night. Not very close, but close enough that he could mean mug anyone who tried to touch me and they would leave me alone.

I didn't pay much attention to the dragon when I first saw it. I was drugged, there was no need to look closely at anything. It was about the size of a cat, bright red with claws that looked as though they could take an eye out. We stared at each other for a moment, then it bared its fangs and ran at me. Despite everything that I kept telling myself, I put up an arm to guard my face. I was genuinely surprised to feel the pain of a taloon digging into my flesh. I jumped out of my chair and stumbled back as I let out a scream. As the dragon geared up for another attack, Jordan raised what looked like a gun, except that when he pulled the trigger the only sound that came out was a small pfft. The dragon turned into a pile of dirt.

Jordan looked at me and saw that my arm was bleeding. Quickly, he dived to the once-was-a-dragon pile of dirt and grabbed a handful. He took my arm and smeared the dirt into the cut. It started to heal.

"Don't ever look dragons in the eyes, do you hear me?"

I nodded, a dumbfounded look on my face. Roughly, Jordan took my arm and led me to our apartment. He sat me down in a chair. I looked up at him. His face was worried as he walked to the sink and got a glass of water. Then he left, his task of keeping me awake forgotten. It didn't really matter, though. I saw things that night, and while some of them were hallucinations, most of the things I beheld were real.

If you made it this far, thank you so much! It really means a lot. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, let me know! Side note: Cover art is not mine.