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I love my sister. She has helped me live my life, and she is such a big influence. Around the age of ten, I went up to college with her. I was going to stay a night in her apartment. It was about an hour after we got back from going out to dinner at Waffle House when her friends starting coming over. It was quite a big social gathering. There was loud music, people dancing, and for some reason nobody could walk straight. I was in her room trying to sleep, but I was thirsty so I decided to get a drink. I opened the door and realized that there were so many people I could not squeeze into the kitchen. I was about to give up when I saw a red cup on the floor. It was an odd purple looking drink, sort of like warm grape juice. I drank the rest of it, and it tasted a little funky. I put down the cup and started walking back to my room. After trying to sleep for another twenty minutes, I decided I wanted to go hang out with my sister. I got out of bed and walked out of my door. For some reason everything was different. The lights were different shades and people were moving in slow motion. I glided into the wave dancers. I was about in the middle and realized I was surrounded. There was no way out. I stared in awe at all of the motion around me. The music was slowing down to the point where there was no rhythm. All of the sudden, time stopped. It was just me, in the middle of tons of people. I was stuck in time and there was no way out. Then I remembered, I had an ocarina in my pocket. I pulled it out, and I played the Sun Song. Suddenly a blinding light came down from the ceiling, I began to levitate towards the sky. I floated through the ceiling, and up into the stars. Soon a began to lose my breath and I stopped playing my ocarina. Time continued. I began to fall, faster and faster. I was falling down towards earth, being sucked by the force of gravity. I could see that I was falling towards North America, specifically towards Canada. I saw a white-capped mountain I was about to fall on and my life would be over. Suddenly, a blinding white figure came from behind me. The next thing I knew I was hanging on to a Pegasus, the most legendary of all mythical creatures. The Pegasus didn’t talk, but I could feel that it wanted to help me from the soft feathers on his neck. We gracefully landed in northern British Columbia. I was still on his back when I realized I had metal coat of mail on me. I had a metal helmet similar to those in the medieval ages. I looked in my hand and I had a nine-foot long jousting stick. I looked directly in front of me and there was a fierce wolverine ready to pounce. His saber-tooth teeth dripped with rabid saliva. I urged Pegasus to move forward, we began accelerating. Faster and faster we moved onward towards the beast. I looked around and all of Canada was cheering me on. Once I became within distance of the beast, I jousted my stick down his throat. He wailed. The crowd cheered. Then a man began to approach me. It was Colin Mockry. He presented me with a plaque, and it read “The Most Heroic Arctic Joust Hunter.” I was confused, why was Colin back in Canada? Even more confused, what happened to Whose Line is it Anyway? Suddenly everything went black. The next thing I remember, I was on my sister’s couch the next morning drinking some water and her comforting me. She told me I was standing right in front of the television waiting for Whose Line is it Anyway? to come on. Then I realized I must have been disconnected from reality. I was sort of tired, so my sister and I just watched television all day. It was the most mythical and most confusing nights of my life.
