As the door slowly opens Owen sees someone he did’nt know. The man appear to be about to knoc the door. He was with another two other people that carry large bags. For a instant he was confuse to not see anybody but he looks downs and greets Owen.

“How you’re doing, little guy?”

*extands hands*

“……..What do you want…..mister?”

fidget fingers

“Well, we just want to interview you.”

“Inter……view?”

Seeing that her son was talking to someone Carol decides to opens the door a little more to see who is he talking too.

*steps in front*

“Who are you people?”

Owen clings to her leg.

“Sorry for the this sudden meeting, but please can we have a interview. we are the american watcher group.”

“American watcher……Who send you here?”

“The superintent of this compound…….He said a man name Jonh Saverin signed the contract for the interview with Owen Henry Saverin.”

“Can you wait a moment?”

“Sure thing.”

“Owen I will to talk to your father about this. Can you wait a little?”

“Be right back.”

Carol goes to the back of the trailer. She opens the door of the back to enter the couple’s bedroom.

*door opens*

*tries to wake him*

“Honey….There is some people that want to talk with our son……They said you signed something.”

*snore snore*

As she tries to wake him up she saw in his hand the bottle of the pills.

“Gosh you took one too many.”

*sigh*

“Looks like I will have to deal with this.”

She quickly goes back to the main room of the trailer.

“Sorry for the interuption but my husband is sleeping.”

“No worries he had already signed. Can we start?”

“…….Sure.”

the group of well dressed man enter the small trailer. Carol goes to make some beverages for the man as they set their equipement. they decided the best way to filmed was with Owen sitting in his bed. To not frighten the crew Owen maybe uncousouness hides the dragon in his covers.

*shuffle shuffle*

“Lights are on.”

*click click*

“Camera working fine”

“Hey little one can you come a little closer.”

Owen hunches a little bit.

*clip*

“Now everything will be working.”

*rustling paper*

“Do you work for the goverment, mister ?”

“Well, that’s a little bit of sudden, but yes we have some connection with them.”

“Hunts monster too?”

“No, No No. We are just normal people.”

“Then why are you important?”

“Quite brutal in your words, Mister Severin………But aswering your question. We bring stories like yours to the people that can’t protect themselves and are afraid with all this……madness. So we try to reinforce positivity with your bravery and all of the soldiers and Hunters here.”

“So you are a storyteller, then.”

“Yeah…..You can think like that……So shall we start?”

*lens focus*

*clack*

“Could you please tell us your name first?”

“Owen….Henry Severin”

“How old are you?”

“……10.”

“Why did you decide to fight too?”

“There’s……some people…..I need to fight for.”

“Is that so. Could tells us who It is?”

“well….There’s mommy, daddy, Phyro, Cris…..Uncle Sam and Uncle Mike.”

“Did they encourage you to go around and hunt the monsters.”

“……No….Mommy and Daddy said It was dangerous…..But I want to go in an adventure just like them.”

“When you said “them” who was you talking about?”

“Heroes in fairytales……..I want to save people just like them.”

“(quietly) intresting.…”

*scribble scribble*

Owen feels something moving inside his covers. He decides to ignore It for now.

“Do your parents go out with when you go on the hunt?”

“…….Yes, my dad and uncles….mommy stay behind to heal the sick…….And Cris goes with us too.”

“Do you know If any of them fought for this country before?”

Owens turns his face towards the small window on the side of his bed.

*lens focus*

“hummmmm……Uncle Mike said he was a gulf….vet……Cris…..has a purple hearth…….”

“Incredible quite the team you got there.”

*scribble scribble*

“Is there any chance we could talk to them?”

“…….I don’t think so…….They are very occupied.”

“Well, I the last one that you mention……”Phyro” wasn’t It?”

*nods in agreement*

“Who is he?”

A cold sweat runs down Owen’s face. He lifts his covers a little to see Phyro quiet and clearly stressed about the situation.

“(thought) Should I? Should I not? Are this people dangerous? will they take Phyro away?

“Owen?”

*snaps out It*

“Can you tells us who is Phyro?”

“(muffled) Fuahhhhhh?”

“(quietly) Is something wrong with the audio?”

“(quietly) Doesn’t seem to be the case.”

Seeing the unpleasant situation his mother steps in.

“There is no use Owen…..You can show him……We talk to Muller after this interview.”

“Will he be ok?”

“Pinky promisse.”

“Ok them here It goes.”

*lifts blanket*

The little dragon was cuddlling with Owen. He was stuned by the bright light of the crew.

“Is that……Dragon?”

“Yeah…….He is friendly don’t worry about that.”

“Can i touch It?”

*sizzle sizzle*

“Sorry but he is a bit sleepy now.”

“What a shame……But it’s nice to see the packdge in full glory.”

“He is my best friend. Not a packdge.”

“Sure thing, buddy.”

*clack*