I decided, due to feedback, to write a first chapter for the story. I'll decide to continue if people decide they like it.
Enjoy!

Chapter One

It was a cold winters morning in early January. I was about a week away from my exams. Ugh! Exams were the one thing I hated, more than most things, except bees. I hated those evil little creatures. However, if I were back in high school, I would be perfectly content with exams.
I never had to study when it came to high school exams. They were simple and to the point. In college, not a chance! Then again, when one finds themselves hell bent on getting a good education, they don't realize how much they had it made while they were in high school until they get a glimpse at a college exam. Frankly, it should be required to have the professor show the students the exam at the start of the term. Maybe then we would actually pay a lot more attention to the text in the book, rather than finding what we need to keep our homework percent up.
So what was I doing on the weekend before the end of my winter break? I was sitting indoors, reading my Psychology textbook from cover to back. I couldn't afford to not get credit for this class. I needed it! Its not that I didn't like the class. I absolutely loved the subject, but I couldn't stand who taught it.
Professor Greg Ludaven, or as my fellow classmates called him, Ledfist, was what you could call a total downer. Why the nickname? To a point it was true. When you had a bad grade on your paper, EVERYONE knew it. He would purposefully slam the paper in front of you, loud enough to wake any slackers in the next room over, and then silently clicked his tongue. You didn't even have to look at your paper to know if you failed it or not.
I had to pass that class, whether or not I liked the teacher. I wanted to become a Psychologist. That and an English teacher. I had a knack for knowing what was wrong with people. I also could tell whether someone was lying, telling the truth, or a little bit of both. I also loved a good book.
“Kyle.” My mother called.
A knock on the door and then she entered. Her face showed age and concern. Her blond hair was almost as light as her face was.
“Honey,” she pleaded, “you've been down in the cellar for the past week. You need some air. Why don't you go for a walk, or hang out with—”
“Who mom? You live in the middle of nowhere, who am I supposed to hang out with?” I asked impatiently. She frowned.
“I'm just saying, you need to get out of the house for a while. I mean you shouldn't spend so much time indoors. Its not good for you.” She confirmed.
I stared at her in disbelief.
I have exams next week,” I explained, “and I thought being inside the house was the reason for my being here in the first place? That's the point of visiting, to be inside—”
“And to spend time with the family hun.” She interrupted. “You visiting us this past few weeks was about socializing and spending Christmas with you. We don't get to see you that much.”
I shrugged. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I didn't come up often. Not since I had moved out when they had to move away from our hometown. A few weeks from graduation too, and I had to stay to finish school. But more than that, I wanted to move in with my best friend Micka since trying to figure out where I'd stay during college.
Micka was my best friend since I stayed back in ninth grade. I figured I would go through with ninth grade once more and if I didn't do well, I would drop out and run off. After I met him, I found out he played guitar as well, we started a small band and my reasons for staying in school became more important.
His parents loved me, and his mom was on my ass about staying I school about as much as mine was, which made the move a lot easier. In fact, they had a downstairs room that needed renovating. So we did just that, and when my parents moved away, I moved in. Things then turned for the best.
Yet I just now had realized that I hadn't put too much time in for my parents. About one weekend every month I would visit. True, they were two hours away so it wasn't much of a haul, but I just never found the time to put them into my schedule more.
“You're right mom,” I sighed. “I need to start making—”
“It's alright.” She interjected. “I understand you have a lot on your mind and you are trying to get through school, but I can tell you that you are being as stubborn as a mule to take any chance to get out. I will not tolerate workaholics in my house.”
I looked up at her and she was trying to hide a huge grin on her face. As if on cue we busted out in a huge laughing fit.
As much as I hated to admit it, my mom was right. I needed to get out, and I also had to admit, the snowy mountain view up here in the mountains was amazing. I decided to follow one of the trails that led to a part of the mountains that held my favorite view. It was where I could get away from everything. Not many people knew about the place. That was mainly because it was off the trail. I had set down coordinates to the sight on my phones GPS memory so I could always find my way there.
As I approached the sight I realized something was wrong. There was a small log cabin with big glass rear windows on the side of the mountain where my spot used to be. Damn! There goes my one get away spot. I also noticed that there was a huge clearing on the side of it that had never been there before. From the looks of it it wasn't made on purpose either. Like something blew up or something. As much as I hated trespassing, I needed to know what was in the clearing.
When I approached the clearing I saw two strange things. A huge dirt-like sculpture of some weird scorpion, dragon thing. The strange thing was that it was on its side. It was also about as big as the house itself. Then the next thing was a man laying on his belly on the ground. Passes out I guessed, but I wasn't quite sure.
I decided it would be wrong to just leave him there, so I approached him. I bent down to shake him up, and fell back in shock. His back was covered in slash marks.
“S..sir?” I stuttered
I then heard a voice come from the man.
“It's not dead! Get to the cabin kid, while you have a chance!” The man whispered
“Sir! You need medical care, please—”
A huge growling noise stopped me in dead sentence. I looked over towards where the noise came from. It seemed to come from the sculpture. Bile built up in my throat as I suddenly came to the realization that this...sculpture thing probably wasn't a sculpture. I was then proved right when it started shrugging off the dirt. It had camouflaged itself to look fake! I didn't want to believe what I was seeing, but it was standing right in front of me. It was a dragon! And it was staring me down with its dark green eyes.
I gave myself no time to think about how little chance I had of surviving or how terrified I really was. I sprinted towards the cabin. I didn't dare look back in case it was right behind me. I reached the door and got through it and slammed it shut. I then looked through the window, but was shocked to see it wasn't there.
Okay, I thought to myself. What the hell is going on?
As the words came into my head I felt a huge jolt come from the ground.
Oh god, it can go underground! I panicked as I ran for the door. Suddenly a phone on the wall in the kitchen started ringing. I ran to it, and picked it up.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Said the voice on the phone.
I stared at the phone for a second a little puzzled.
“Why?” I asked. “Is the dragon out—”
“Forget about the dragon! He is harmless, a mere distraction to get you in the cabin.” The voice demanded.
“Harmless?” I cried. “ That 'harmless' dragon looked like it wanted to—”
“Would you shut up and let me explain what is going on?” Growled the voice. “Or are you gonna keep on rambling like a little school girl?”
“Fine!” I yelled. “I hope you have a rational explanation for all of this.”
The voice sighed. “I don't think there is anyway I can explain this without you getting all emotional on me.”
“Try me!” I spat.
“I think showing you would convince you more.” The voice negotiated.
“Like I said, try me.” I replied gritting my teeth.
“I really am sorry for this.” The voice sighed.
“What are you?—”
I stopped in mid sentence as the walls started evaporating. All the wood that made up the cabin, melted, and behind it all was metal walls with code like pictures and buttons. The windows remained, but the outside scenery did not. As I stood there, my eyes began to widen. Outside the windows, there was no snow. In fact there wasn't any mountains, trees, grass, ground, anything! No, what was outside was something that did not make sense.
Outside, the only thing that I could see for miles, the only thing that surrounded what once was a cabin, was space.