Owain and The Red Clawed Dragon

As usual the twin twelve year old boys were fighting but this time it was over of all things an old atlas that they’d found in the attic when searching for the bobbles for their brand new second hand blue artificial Christmas tree that if the truth be told had seen better days and as they pushed and struggled with each other neither noticed how close they were getting to the still open hatch that was until they both fell through but instead of landing on the plush family red dragon carpet they found themselves floating in mid-air and after they’d been whirled around enough times to make them both dizzy they floated upwards and back into what they thought was the darkness of the attic but it wasn’t quite the attic they found themselves in because they weren’t in anywhere and that’s when Owain felt something metallic and then furry brush against him. He narrowed his eyes and peered through the blackness but couldn’t really make anything out, so where were they?