The Boy in the Woods: Part 3
Michael and Bristol left the little house early the next day.
“Bye grandpa!” Michael said as he waved a final goodbye to the house he grew up in.
“Do you know how close the nearest town is?” Bristol asked as they set off down the path.
“Um…I know there’s one about half a day’s walk from here,” Michael said. “But there isn’t much there.”
“As long as there is a phone,” Bristol said.
“Oh, I’m sure they have one of those,” Michael said happily.
It wasn’t long before they came upon Bristol’s car.
“Let’s see if my car works,” Bristol suggested. “I’m not sure what you did, so maybe it wasn’t permanent.”
Michael shrugged. “Okay,” he said.
Bristol climbed into the front seat and put the key in the ignition. The car coughed as she turned it. Bristol sighed as she realized that it still wouldn’t start.
“What did you do to it?” Bristol asked Michael as she climbed back out of the car.
Michael shrugged again. “I dunno,” he said. “I just reacted.”
“Do you have any training in your magic?” Bristol asked.
Michael nodded. “My grandpa trained me,” he said. “But my grandpa couldn’t train all my powers because he said some of them aren’t really understood.”
Bristol blinked. “That’s weird,” she said. “What can you do?”
“Lots of things,” Michael said as he began walking down the road again. “I can lift things that other boys my age can’t, I can use my energy to break things, and sometimes I can make things do what I want them to do.”
“But you can’t revert what you’ve made something do?” Bristol asked.
Michael shook his head. “My grandpa didn’t teach me how,” he said. “He died too soon.”
Bristol frowned. “How…?” she began.
A loud shriek from above interrupted her. They looked up to see a dragon diving towards them.
Bristol and Michael screamed and began running down the road. The dragon dropped down grabbed Bristol’s shirt. Bristol shrieked and tried to hit the dragon with her fists.
“Bristol!” Michael cried. He grabbed her leg as the dragon swooped back up into the air.
“Michael, run!” Bristol screamed.
“Don’t worry!” Michael cried. He began to pull himself up Bristol.
“What are you doing?” Bristol cried.
“Stop struggling,” Michael said. “I’m going to help you.”
“How?” Bristol screamed.
“You’ll see,” Michael said as he climbed onto Bristol’s shoulders. He grabbed the dragon’s leg and swung up onto the dragon’s back.
The dragon looked back at Michael angrily and roared.
“There, there,” Michael said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why would a dragon be worried about you hurting it?” Bristol demanded.
Michael moved up the dragon’s back to his neck. The dragon began to wriggle violently.
Bristol let out a piercing scream as the dragon shook her.
“Come down,” Michael told the dragon. He began to rub the dragon’s neck.
The dragon stopped wriggling and looked back at Michael. It snorted and snapped at the boy with sharp teeth.
“That’s not nice,” Michael said. He hit the dragon hard on the nose.
The dragon shook it’s head in pain.
“If you don’t want me to hit you again, you better put us down,” Michael said.
The dragon began wriggling again.
“Stop it!” Michael said. He hit the dragon again, this time between its neck and back.
The dragon roared in pain.
“Put us down!” Michael demanded.
The dragon descended rapidly. As it got close to the ground, it dropped Bristol. Michael dropped off the dragon’s back as he saw Bristol hit the ground.
The dragon swooped over the two before taking off back into the sky.
Bristol sat on the ground, shaking. “Th…that was a dragon,” she said quietly.
“There are a lot of them up here,” Michael replied. “They like to live in the caves in the mountains.”
“B…but it’s cold up here!” Bristol cried. “Don’t dragon’s like warm climates?”
Michael shrugged. “They breath fire,” he said. “They don’t need the heat to stay warm.”
“Oh,” Bristol said. “I should know that.”
“Come on,” Michael said. “We should keep going.”
“No way,” Bristol said. “Let’s find a place to set up camp. We can get to town tomorrow.”
Michael blinked. “But where will we sleep?” he asked.
Bristol laughed. “You’ll see,” she said with a wink.
They began to walk away from the place the dragon dropped them and moved into the protection of the trees. Once they found a good spot to set up camp, Bristol began to dig through her bag. She pulled a tightly packed square of cloth out.
“What’s that?” Michael asked.
“You’ll see,” Bristol said. She put the cloth in the middle of their camp ground and stepped back. She pointed her key fob at the cloth and pushed a button on it. A laser emerged from the fob and scanned the cloth. Moments later the cloth shook and popped up into the air. It expanded and became a large tent.
“What was that?” Michael cried.
“It’s science,” Bristol said. “Well…it’s magic, but…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s kind of a magic and science hybrid.”
Michael blinked. “Can we eat now?” he asked.
Bristol rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said. “Let’s go find food.”