The Dragonbond Program discussion

Phina sat cross legged on her bed, scribbling furiously into her blue notebook. She had to write now, while she still remembered what had been in that book...

Phina was still frantically writing, trying to remember everything she'd seen.

The evil headmaster had baby dragons controlled and spying on Phina from the window.

Luckily at the moment, her notebook was facing away from the window. She was still writing frantically.

The baby dragons were trying to sneak in.

Her window was mostly closed, but one was open a crack to let the breeze in. She sat cross legged on her bed, trying to write down everything she remembered so she wouldn't forget anything. She was horrified by what she was writing. It was all horrible... So horrible. She couldn't believe any of it.

One dragon finally found its way in, climbing to the ceiling and watching the writing from above. So, the headmaster thought, she had found something.

She hadn't noticed the dragon, yet, still writing. Drawing diagrams, writing instructions, scratching pictures...

The headmaster would steal the notebook later. But he watched to see what she'd write and where she'd stash it.

She wrote until she fell asleep, slumping back into her pillows, holding the notebook loosely.

The dragon dropped down, prying at the book.

Her fingers were still holding on, but they weren't holding up much resistance.

The baby pulled and yanked.

It slipped out of her fingers.

It dragged it across the floor, towards the door.

She shifted in her sleep, thinking she heard a sound.

The dragon wasn't stealthy.

Her eyes opened quickly.

The possessed baby squeaked, dragging the book.

She cried out at the sight of her notebook being dragged away, and jumped off of the bed.

The dragon shrieked, pulling frantically.

She chased after it, trying to grab the book.

It was slow, easily captured.

She managed to wrest her notebook away from it.

The headmaster lost control of the baby, which started crying, not knowing where it was.

She retreated to the bed. She was scared.

The dragon whined on the floor.

She looked at it from the bed, her eyes wide.

The baby squealed.

She remained on the bed, watching it warily.

It tried to come over for love.

She retreated against her headboard. She was scared.

The dragon was more so.

She eyed it cautiously.

It rolled around, crying.

She wasn't sure whether the Headmaster was still controlling it or not. She was scared to go to it, even though it's cries pierced her heart.

It curled up on the carpet to sleep.

She watched it warily.

It dozed off.

She watched it.

It rolled around.

She watched it.

It tried to crawl up to her lap.

She backed up again.

It whined sadly.

She felt horrible, but she also knew the Headmaster could be controlling it.

It curled up at the foot of her bed.

She watched it, clutching the notebook.

It fell asleep there.