Things were starting to look rather grim for Alby. It seemed that his parents had decided against letting him stay on the island and wanted him to head home at the earliest opportunity. Of course, it only seemed that way. As soon as it became obvious that his parents were about to say that, Alby hung up and never answered the phone again afterward. It had been two days now, with Alby ignoring their calls while he executed his master plan. Get better at being a psychic, possibly lose control of his powers, and make it so that he has to stay. However, so far that hadn't exactly been working. If he had known how to do that, he probably would've managed to lift something heavier than a pencil in the past eight years. Now, getting desperate, Alby turned to a friend for help.
It didn't take long for him to find the dragon's house, still surprised by how mundane it looked. Not that he expected a huge cave with a gold hoard or anything. He just expected something. With a firm knock on the door, Alby called for his friend, hoping he was inside as this visit wasn't planned. "Eein?"
It didn't take long for him to find the dragon's house, still surprised by how mundane it looked. Not that he expected a huge cave with a gold hoard or anything. He just expected something. With a firm knock on the door, Alby called for his friend, hoping he was inside as this visit wasn't planned. "Eein?"