Smith hid behind a tree, trying to catch his breath.
“What are you doing!” Leonie yelled at him. “Get out there!”
There was a crash and a roar. “You want me to fight a dragon?”
“Yes! It’s your damn fault that there’s a dragon here anyway.”
“My fault! I didn’t bring it here.”
“Yea, well your stupid door did.” Another roar erupted from the dragon. The ground shook as it searched the ground for its prey.”Didn’t you say you studied magic?”
“It’s called Alchemy, and yes, I did. But alchemy doesn’t work here. I already tried.”
“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough.” Before Smith could reply, Leonie pushed him out from behind the tree into the open field. The once crowded park was now deserted. Even the dragon had disappeared. No, he’s still here, Smith thought. Cautiously, he moved into the middle of the open field. Fires burned in clusters, but they didn’t spread. Kneeling in a patch of dirt, Smith thought back to all his lessons. He began to write. As he was just about done a shadow descended upon him and he felt the heat of the dragon’s fire.
Casey Tingle 
This is so good! I see a book ( or longer story! ) evolving! 🙂
You see right Debbie! haha 🙂 My grandfather gave me the idea to do just a bunch of short stories based around the same people, but I my thoughts made it evolve into a book. Tomorrow I’m going to write another piece for it, but taking a different approach and see which one I like better.