Oliver Tibbley is a peculiar thirteen-year-old boy. His autumn brown hair matches his autumn brown eyes. Oliver wore glasses and loved to wear overalls religiously. Oliver says it's because he never knows who will invite him on an adventure and he doesn't want to miss one ever. He is quite short and loves to tell stories of things he not only thinks of but the things he sees that others do not. His father Mr. Tibbley tries to explain to him how exuberant his imagination is and that he should try to keep some stories to himself. Like when he told the story of a creepy old witch in his closet that was boiling teenagers alive in his closet. Unfortunately, we never seen Taresa again, the young girl who decided to take the baby-sitting job several years prior. That was not fun for Mr. Tibbley. He had to explain to Taresa’s parents and many other babysitters' parents over the years why his son terrorized them so much.
Now Oliver was thirteen and needed to quit these childish stories. Mr. Tibbley became very stern since Mrs. Tibbley was not with them no more and to be honest Oliver was a handful. Mr. Tibbley took this as a cry for help to cover the pain of his mother passing away, but now he was older, and the games had to stop. Oliver still believed there was a vampire in the crawl space above his room and Lord Morecount would come down every full moon and drink blood honey tea. Oliver had to collect blood and honey all month just for the occasion. Mr. Tibbley never asked where he got it and mostly didn't believe he was really getting it, at least the blood that is.
“Ok, son let's stop this silly game of imaginary friends and beings, ok son?”
“Father, I tell you they are true I see them all the time!” Oliver shouts.
“It is ok Oliver, I believe you, but some of the other children and their families are beginning to talk. This does not look good for your father as they are trying to say I am unfit to parent you.
“Ok, dad I understand I will keep these things to myself.” Oliver replied.
“Thank you, now I believe it is bedtime you have your first day of middle school tomorrow and I have to get some sleep too. I have an important job interview tomorrow. Then maybe we can fix up this old house together.” Mr. Tibbley said.
The two Tibbley men lived in an old two-story home that was left in shambles after the great storm that claimed the boy’s mother. Unfortunately, the money from Mrs. Tibbley’s untimely death was not enough to help fix the house but enough to keep the father and son afloat.
Mr. Tibbley did not have a day job as he was soon fired for tardiness from never showing up after the depression of his lost love ate him up. He finally is now ready to begin his life again and make sure his son is safe.
Only this story is not about Mr. Tibbley. This story is about Oliver and the night he followed the band of pixie dragons.