His eyes adjust to the sudden rush of light from the hood being pulled off. Slowly his focus comes back and he starts to look around the room. He sees four men, one in each corner of the room, all holding swords. He starts to look at the walls, windows in the walls to each of his sides and behind him. In front of him is a large doorway, only with no doors, open and allowing the light in. he believes he’s in some kind of logged house, cause the walls look like there made from logs.
“Mark, what have you gotten yourself into?” He sighs to himself

He Watches as a teenage boy brings him a plate of food, sitting it on the table in front of him.
“Compliments of Lord Kyrin.” The boy says “He says you should eat, it’s been a long trip.” He smiles trying to be reassuring

The man looks at the plate, fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, and homemade biscuits all arranged neatly on the plate. He picks up a fork and knife, looking first at the “K” engraved in both, then eyes the food.
“Wonder if it’s safe? It could be poisoned.” He thinks to himself
“Nonsense, I would not poison a guest, especially not one of your esteem Mr. Goeffries.” a voice from nowhere.

Mark looks suddenly, startled by the voice. He sees a man standing in front of him. He’s tall, thin with long white hair that appears to have a streak of black that runs half way down his back. He’s wearing a white robe, or so it appears. He has a twinkle in his eyes and a warm smile on his face.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” Mark stammers
“I know lots of things, mostly from watching how you acted to the food.”
“Well who are you?”
“Oh, my apologies Mr. Goeffries, where are my manners.” He bows “I am Lord Kyrin”

Marks eyes widen, he has never seen the man, no one has, only hazy memories and some wild stories about the man many refer to as “The Ghost”

“I never really liked that nickname. Yes I like white and am a bit pale.” He trails off “Oh well, that is why I asked you here Mr. Goeffries. You are well known for your stories in the National Times. You always tell the story as it’s meant to be, the truth.” Kyrin says sitting down across from mark.”
“Well thank you sir, for inviting me here and allowing me to talk with you. And if you would please call me mark, Mr. Goeffries sounds too formal.”
“Certainly, now eat, if it will help you feel better about he poison worry,” Kyrin grabs a drumstick and bites into it, chews and swallows. “See nothing… ACK” Choking
Marks eyes widen and he jumps up.
“I’m just kidding.” Kyrin laughs “Go on and eat the foods good. Then we will talk. In the meantime, I’m going to get my family. There’s no story without them.” He smiles and stands.
Mark slowly bites into a piece of chicken, watching Kyrin leave. Hunger takes over and he dives into his food.

Some time and a couple plates have passed, Mark sits wondering when Lord Kyrin will return. He sits drumming his fingers, looking around and noticed the colors out of the front of the room, from the setting sun. Lord Kyrin finally returns with a small group. They all spread out in front of the table, allowing mark to see them all.
“This is my family; I will introduce them all to you.” Kyrin says while turning to the man at his left. He looks almost like Kyrin, only he is dressed in a black robe with red trim, and has solid black hair.
“This is my brother, Lord Cyrus.” Lord Cyrus gives a small bow.
“Next to him is his wife, Lady Serena.”
Mark looks over at the woman next to Lord Cyrus. She is of average height and build, with long black hair all the way down her back past her butt. She is wearing a long black dress with silver trim, low cut top, and a high cut in the front showing off her legs. She is standing with one arm around Lord Cyrus, and smiles as her introduction is made.
“To my right, this lovely lady is my mate, Lady Ember.”
She stands with a slight smile on her face, hanging onto Lord Kyrin. She is petit, with long hair dark hair, covered in curls and areas with highlights of red. She is wearing a black dress with red trim that fits her very tight. Her dress is also low cut, but is cut differently around her legs. Cut diagonally, starting on her left thigh and moving to her right ankle, revealing her entire left leg.
“Ember, an unusual name.” mark states
“That’s because my hair looks like smoldering embers, mostly dark but with some fiery red areas.” She says with a coy smile.
“Next to her are my children.” Lord Kyrin says looking down the line at three teens.
Two boys and a girl are standing there. Both of the boys are tall, and have long hair. One is more muscular and has blonde hair. The other has black hair that is pulled back and is thinner build. Both are wearing white t-shirts and black jeans. The girl is a spitting image of Ember. All three have the same twinkle in their eyes as Lord Kyrin does.
“The oldest is Gabriel.” The black haired boy waves
“Then Michael” the other boy nods.
“And lastly is my little princess, Rayne.”
“Daddy please don’t call me that to people I don’t know.” She chimes in then smiles
“Kids” Lord Kyrin laughs
“We also have a sister that unfortunately is unable to make it.” Lord Cyrus says
“Yes I’m sure she will be along later, she knows what is going on.” Lord Kyrin finishes.
The group sits down, filling up the space around the table. Mark noticed the same twinkle in all of there eyes.
“So Lord Kyrin, There have been some very…” mark pauses, searching for the right word.
“I wouldn’t say strange, I prefer unique.” Lord Kyrin says “Unique Stories”
Mark looks at him a moment dumbfounded.
“How did you know what I was going to say?” mark stammers “That’s twice now u have done that.” Lord Kyrin smiles at this.
“That’s because I can read minds.”
“You read minds?” Mark asks with an unbelieving tone “What am I thinking now?”
“Your thinking there’s no way this is possible, yet it would explain many things.”
Mark noticed quickly that he just heard Lord Kyrin’ voice yet didn’t see his lips move.
“I also have the gift of telepathy.” Mark hears his voice again, yet still no movement.
“Just two of many gifts I have.” Lord Kyrin says moving his lips
“We all speak to each other telepathically.” Lord Kyrin laughs “Saves on telephone bills.”
“Ok” Mark thinks for a moment “Well what about the unique stories, as you put it, about being seen flying, creating both fireballs and lightning? Is there any truth to this?” Mark asks getting back into reporter mode.
“Yes”
“Yes?”
“Yes, there is truth.”
“Well what is it?”
“My brother isn’t sure you should know all of our secrets, seems to think someone will use it against us.” Lord Kyrin says looking over at Lord Cyrus.
“Well you are the leader of this group. You can tell if you want.” Mark replies
“Not entirely true, this group, as you put it, has two leaders.”
“Well who is the…” mark stops realizing the answer “Lord Cyrus”
“Yes I am the other leader,” Lord Cyrus speaks up “My brother is more the face of the village, but we both decide everything.”
“Ok so you both run the show.”
Lord Kyrin smiles as Lord Cyrus nods in agreement.
“So back the last question about the truth of the stories.”
“Yes I’m sure he can handle it.” Lord Kyrin says out loud “Well if he doesn’t, we’ll just kill him.”
“Kill me!!”
“It was a joke; I have no intentions of harming you.” Lord Kyrin says reassuringly “Besides we brought you here to let the truth out and get everything straight.” Lord Kyrin says looking at Lord Cyrus.
“We are Dragons.”
“Dragons!” Mark looks at them with a mix of shock and disbelief.
“As in big, flying around, breathing fire on everything, Dragons?”
“Yes”
“Big, brown or red, wings, huge teeth??
“Well kind of, actually we are different types.” Lord Kyrin says
“There are types of dragons?” Marks asks feeling the blood draining from his body.
“Yes, Lord Cyrus and Lady Ember are both fire dragons. Lady Serena and Michael are both silver dragons. Gabriel is a red dragon, and Rayne is a storm dragon. I am a gold dragon.” Lord Kyrin explains
“What about your sister?” Mark asks
“Well, she’s not a dragon, she’s well,” Lord Kyrin stops “I will let her explain that on her own.”