Finally, several hours later, Feng escaped unscathed from the hellhole he knew as the school. Slipping through the backdoor once again, he headed out into the forest, taking the route as he had the day before when he had sighted Tynebris. There were still obvious scuffle marks among the fallen leaves, and he smiled when he saw them.
His spirits were dampened as he entered his home, as they always were. It had become some sort of conditioned habit. He would feel this way even if there was nothing happening at home that would make him upset. It had happened too often, for too long, and he would never . He shuffled inside, dragging his feet, slouching, and headed up to his room. There were scratch marks visible on the floor and the door that gave Feng shivers down his back, though whether it was in excitement (that Tynebris was still around) or fear (that his mother would see and he would get into trouble again), he didn't know. Maybe it was both. But at that point, there was only one thing on his mind: to find the dragon.
He dropped his bag in his room and ran around the house, yelling the dragon's name.
