Quinn lifted his head and slipped the dragon on to his right hand. He raised his hand up and stared with a blank face into his bedroom mirror. Two weeks away. The talent show is only two weeks away. He closed his eyes and made an effort to slow his breathing while he concentrated on getting into the mind of a malicious dragon. The musty smell coming from the puppet made Quinn shift his weight in his seat. Don’t move your lips. Throw your voice. Keep the conversation going. Quinn and the dragon sprang into life.
“Good evening, gentlemen and gentle-ladies! My name is Quinn and, tonight, I want to introduce you to…”
“I’ll do my own introductions thank you very much!” Dragor interrupted.
“Well, I just thought that since, you know, you were a…”
“A what?” The musty smell got stronger as Dragor moved his snout closer to Quinn. “Go on… say it.”
“Well, since you were a… a dragon… that you might not…”
“AGGGGGGHHHHH!!!” Dragor replied throwing his head back and forth. “If there’s anything we dragons hate, and there is, it’s being called a dragon!” Dragor nodded his head in the direction of the make-believe audience.
“Oh,” responded Quinn, flinching when Dragor turned his head to face him. “Well, I am sorry. What would you like me and the good folk here tonight to call you, then?
“Dragons must have spectacular names, so you should call me, Dragor! Protector of the Sky!”
Quinn mumbled something to himself and stood up while shaking his head. He opened the fourth drawer in his cupboard and tried to wrench the puppet off of his hand. It refused to budge. On his second attempt, Quinn’s knuckles went white and he grimaced while pulling his arms in two separate directions, only to be forced to rest them by his sides for a few moments. Quinn felt his heart beat faster as he felt his right hand lift up forcing him to stare into Dragor’s dark, beady eyes.
“You can’t defeat him on your own,” Dragor said looking up at Quinn. “If you want to beat Billy Coates, we’re going to need to work very closely over the next two weeks.”
Quinn’s voice trembled. “How are you… How are you doing that?”
Dragor motioned for Quinn to sit back down in the chair, but Quinn shook his head in defiance and ignored Dragor’s attempts to make him feel foolish. Without taking his eyes off of Dragor, Quinn reached down, opened up the fourth draw and fumbled for a moment. With a smirk, Quinn revealed his left hand and introduced Dragor to Olivia, the Noble Owl.
The owl moved her head and body gently and deliberately. “Is there no limit to your malice, Dragor?” Her voice was frail, yet calming, like a grandmother who wanted to care for everyone.
Dragor attempted to resist the owl’s charms by deepening his voice.
“This is none of your business, Olivia. Why don’t you fly back to your chambers and wait for darkness like a good owl?” Dragor moved slowly towards her. “Quinn and I have a lot of work to get through.”
“And how, dear dragon, do you propose to achieve anything while Quinn is unable to use his hands.”
Quinn’s right arm started to shake and Dragor’s eyes darkened further as he moved even closer to the owl. “What. Did. You. Call. Me?”
Quinn took three steps backwards and, caught off guard by their own reflections, the three of them took a moment to look at their reflections in the mirror. Catching Quinn’s gaze in the reflection, Olivia nodded her head slowly.
“We do the show together,” Quinn announced suddenly. Dragor and Olivia turned their heads away from the mirror. “You’re not going to let me be,” Quinn said in Dragor’s direction, “and Olivia is not going to let you get away with that. So, we work together and give Greenvale the best show they’ve ever seen.” Dragor snarled ever so slightly as he backed away from Olivia, relaxing only once he was far enough away to gather his thoughts.
“If it means beating Billy Cotes and taking out the competition, then I’m compelled to accept the offer.”
Olivia smiled. “Then it is settled.”
Quinn, Olivia and Dragor sat upright in their chair, beaming as the curtains opened to reveal the energetic audience before them. “Good evening, gentlemen and gentle-ladies! My name is Quinn and, tonight, I want to introduce you to my dear friend, Dragor the Drag…”
“Don’t you dare call me a dragon!” Dragor interrupted. “I’ll do my own introductions, thank you very much!”
“Typical dragon,” mocked Olivia before turning and nodding gently and deliberately towards the laughing crowds.
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