(A/N. This is where it all started. Sorry for the mistakes.)

Silence. Silence was the only thing heard in this boring life. Day after day, the same things happens to humans. All excepted myself. I could see unknown living creatures. Sitting in my usual place, in front of the window, people could think I was just gazing at the stares shining brightly with the moon in the scary dark night. But I was actually looking at them. Those little blurry dots that no normal people could see. When I was small, I liked to call them fairies, because of the way they moved everywhere as if they were playing happily, or just begging for people's attention to help them. Since I was a kid, they thought it was pretty normal to imagine the impossible. But now, I prefer referring them as unknown living creatures or spirits, causing people around me to wonder if I was still sane.

They moved in circles or just went everywhere randomly. Most of the time, they were small and pretty amazing to watch. So of course, I tried to get the slightest glimpse of those extraordinary things. But every time I looked at one, they started to disappear, then reappear soon after. If I watched them to long, my eyes would start to hurt a lot, and I had to keep them closed for at least five to ten minutes. It was fun, and I loved looking at them. They were everywere and it soon became my principal occupation. But I was far from realizing that every day, my power was getting stronger and stronger to the point of what I saw was scaring me. They began to be bigger and took unrealistic forms. Hidding behind doors or just, behind me. I didn't know what they were and so I tried closing my eyes for a really long time hopping to never see those things again, but it did exactly the opposite. The spirits were getting weirder and scarier. Sometimes, they took the form of humans. But since they didn't act like humans, I often confused them with ghosts wich were staring at me. It was so scary, so scary they even appeared in my worst nightmeres. At times, I could almost think they were touching me, but every time I checked, noting was left. Years past and my power started to balance itself. I began to get used to their company and finally started to adore the little blurry dots again. They restarted to please me as I admire their hidden beauty.

The silence was echoing in my ears it made me think my room was dead. But it was so full of life. My eyes travelled slowly towards a moving creature in the back of my room. I walked slowly, still hesitating to look at it or not. I tried to touch it wondering what it would do. It shivered a little from the touch and looked back at me with its crystal blue eyes. The little thing made me think of a dragon with its wings and tail. It was the first time I ever saw such a pretty thing. It blinked and scrached his face. It looked into my eyes then opened its mouth showing sharp fangs. A small electric purple ball formed and shattered in thousands of pieces going everywere in the room covering every objects in black. The room was entirely disapeared in void as I was already lost in the new place. The dragon still in front of me. It was dark and the only source of light was an other purple ball like thing in the dragons mouth. The little creature finally lay the ball on the supposed to be ground while turning around and sitting down comfortably. The dragon was so small and white like a snowball. I could almost call it cute. For a short moment I could hear something, but I was surely dreaming it, and besides, my head hurts. I sighted wondering what to do next. I was trapped in the dark, alone besides a white dragon, not knowing how to get out of here to see those I care about. Who knows what wonderful stuff there is out of this place. What am I eaven doing here? Bored and tired, I lay down, petting the dragon like a teddy bear. I wonder what will happen when I wake up. Maybe something interesting will occur.