I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot
Dear Diary; What a ridiculous thing to do!I have never kept a diary in my entire life. Why now?I will tell you why… I have too much to say and no one to say it to… so here it goes.My name is Zinnia, full name… that I will keep to myself. Thank you very much!I am still in bed, whilst writing in this stupid diary, I am worried about the day ahead. Dawn has not broken yet, and I wish it would never break.I still remember the last moments at that hellhole called school. It was before the summer vacation, the last dance, I didn’t want to go to the last dance because since I was over weight (as per the outlook of our wonderful world) I was the “easy target” of the school, everyone made fun of me and no-one liked me but my mother made me go and of course this is what happened;I got this amazing, halter neck, Champaign color dress it was a silk river flowing down my body. It's just the perfect style to hide my ekstra pound or two. As I walked in and made my way to the table furthest
I had to run but at a human pace. It was so frustrating to do everything at human speed since I have learned that I am capable of so much more. Everything seemed duller and more frustrating than ever before. I thought I’ll never be on time, but unfortunately, I was just on time (that’s my luck. Almost everyone was in the corridor). I breathed a sigh and went in. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me and see the confusion spreading from one learner to another in quiet whispers and jaw-dropping silences. I preferred the silence and quiet whispers to the usual intended to loud whispers and mocking laughter. I squared my shoulders and walked to my locker. My once friend, Sandra, stood there with the rest of the ho-club. They were giggling and chatting away. Apparently, popularity is more important than friendship. I threw open my locker she looked over her shoulder expecting “fatso” but her eyes almost popped out of their sockets (she looked like her yorkey LOL) I grinned at them stifling
When I opened my eyes, I was in the same corridor once more, but at least the lights were on. I realized it was my fathers' castle. His normally at his house, not the castle, and Victorianna, his second wife, and my stepmother stayed in the castle with the dear, sweet Briana. I looked at the portraits down the length of the corridor of my father and all the kings before him. It was so beautiful and ancient. I started at the top and made my way down, looking at all of the portraits. When I came to the end of the corridor, I drew in a breath of shock at the sight of the portrait before my fathers. The man in the portrait was beautiful, his eyes a crystal blue, his hair shoulder length, and bleach blond framed his face. He looked familiar. The gold plate under his portrait said Dentorion Winter.“OMW!”realisation stopped me from reading even further. He looked like...“Do you know...?”“O shit!” I clasped my hand over my mouth, my other hand flew to my stomach, as I was panting breathle
School continued as normal. It dragged on like a never-ending story, and everyone went back to ignoring me and fusing about my new friend. It was hilarious when Rachel came over to Justine and myself at break to invite Justine to ‘hang-out’ with the ‘cool’ group instead of ‘hanging’ with ‘fatso’. Justine stared at her for a while and then answered in a questioning voice. “Who is this fatso you speak of as far as I could notice the only ‘fatso’ is that girl in the ‘cool’ group that is so very clearly with child and the bunch of sickly thin cockroaches.” Rachel didn’t know how to answer this and gawked at this new girl in astonishment. Realisation hit her. She looked over her shoulder at Beverly, the only one with a little wait on her. Dump founded, and with a cruel smile, she murmured; " Pregnant. You don't say."She turned around, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and returned to the group. Ass swaying from side to side. Very clearly on a mission."So, Beverly... when are y
My expression must have said it all and so much more because she suddenly looked frightened (how do I do that?). I couldn’t control my temper at that moment. I left her on the bed and stood in front of the window, I took a deep breath. And for a few heart beats, I concentrated on controlling my breathing. It was most certainly not easy, but finally, I could inhale and exhale normally. “I’m sorry, but how can you not know what I am?” (Damn, I thought I was an elf like my father. Finally, I thought there was someplace I was normal, and now I may not even be that. What the hell!) I turned around facing Justine. She didn’t look relaxed yet, so I gave her a little reassuring smile. “Were not sure because you’re of mixed blood. There are three possibilities: One your human. You ruled that possibility out by making the physical change, and as a baby, you had all the signs of a non-human baby. So we are certain you are not human. But…” “Why is there always a but?” I thought too loud.
I heard the front door slam and realised the time. My “family” was back. Justine must have seen the distress on my face. In a blink of an eye, she cleared up my weapons, laid back on the bed, and acted like she was asleep. For a moment, I thought she wasn’t acting and that she actually was asleep. Just as I was about to slip out, she said: “Remember tomorrow is going to be a long day, so come to bed early.”I glanced over my shoulder and whispered “Good night, Justine, I’ll see you tomorrow.”She was gone, sound asleep. Or so it seemed. I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time. She looked at me, shocked, but then she was scowling.“You! What do you want?” I just stared at her anger bubbling inside me. Not even a ‘hallo’ or even a ‘how was your day,’ no I’m not good enough for that.“I have a friend over, and she is staying for a while.” I said bluntly.“You didn’t even ask. How dare you disrespect me like that…?” (What the hell.) “Well, your husbands' little ho doesn’t ask you
For the past eight weeks, I followed the same ritual; Wake-up early to have a lesson on controlling my emotions and manage my strength but mostly my lessons consist of managing my temper-that was really short these days. Then, off to school, my main aim there is to dodge Eric. And go to classes as usual. The dodging went well except for my biology class, I skipped that class as much as possible or took a seat next to anyone whose partner was not there that day. I just didn’t know how to handle him yet or how to control my emotions around him, even with my training. When I saw him and our eyes met accidently, I could feel the horrible red tint on my cheeks that gave away everything. I could feel that warm touch and his soft lips, and I would wish for the briefest moment that I could feel that again before dragging myself back to reality and away from him. After school, I run home, and then my physical training starts. I had to learn how to yield my weapons, dodge an upcoming weapon,
I woke up with the most terrible headache I have ever experienced. It took a moment or two to open my eyes without the light, causing the headache to flare up in protest. To make everything worse, when I could eventually open my eyes, I saw the old coot staring at me. "You were out a long time. Three days. It was good to get away unnoticed. " He moved closer. "You made it rather easy....too easy, actually. It seemed I over estimated your powers or...." He thought for a moment, "Well it does not matter. I put a spell on you. Do you know what it does?" I starred at him like the lunitic he is. He raised an eyebrow in question and then continued. "Well, you will find out in about five minutes." He laughed in satisfaction, but it sounded cruel, and I knew that I did not want to find out what the spell did. "You see, the migraine you are experiencing is an aftereffect of both spells. The one that knocks you out and the next one. The spell I cast is an enormous spell and takes a lot
The past two days, I could not get the 'visit' from Jessamy out of my head. What she had to say played in my head over and over again, but could it be true? (If it was true, then should he not be here by now? He should have been here a long time ago? What if something happened?) A feeling of uneasiness crawled over me and started to take hold. A gush of wind and my hair flying over my face disturbed my train of thoughts. When I opened my eyes, she was leaning against the wall with an irritated look on her face. "You are being productive." she sneered "I just returned from school, and I have not heard a thing." I sighed. "Well, now." She said, rolling her eyes and walking towards the window. She looked outside, and I could see her reflection in the glass, now grave reflecting the words she whispered under her breath; "I fear he might be dying, or he might be dead." "No, don't say that , he must be busy or lost or I don't know but not dead." I said in a rush. A sinical l
"Zinnia, where are you going?" "If you can hear me, I am sorry. Please come back. " I tried to tell her as she disappeared again, but I was too weak. I couldn’t go after her. She has been haunting me ever since I lost the will to fight. It took everything in me just to breathe. The wolves blood was starting to work out of my system slowly. The helusinations were starting to fade, and I could think straight now and again. I could hear the murmers around me but could not hear anything else. The fire burning inside me started to fade, or I was starting to get used to the burning, but with it, my energy and strength faded as well. It was an effort to continue to breathe. It became an actual burden to draw breath. If only I could tell Zinnia how imensly sorry I am for giving up, I would give up, but I couldn't. I could feel my blood stalling in my veins. Even though the poison was working its way out, it was not working out fast enough. Maybe just maybe I would be we
I was awakened by a clattering noise coming from the bathroom. Jeromia appeared in the doorway. He apologized for waking me and made his way back. He slowly got under the cover again and turned towards me. He slowly traced my arm up and down. I quiverred slightly, not because it was nice like he thought. I quiverred in disgussed. I hate a lesser being touching me. Now I had enough! I moved close to him, and like I knew he would , he rapped his arms around my middel and pulled me closer. He kissed me, and instantly, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He pulled back , his breathing speeding up as lust filled his every being. He closed in for another kiss, pulling me on top of him , kissing my neck, and any place his lips could touch. I could feel his excitement, I could feel him, hard and very unimpressive underneath me. I sat upright and caressed his naked stomach slowly. I played a bit with the hem on his pants. That excited him even more. I scratched him upwa
It was almost lunch when Scales and I took off to the nesting grounds. We were in luck. It was a very cloudy day, and we could fly unnoticed above the clouds al the way to the nesting grounds. If we were discovered, it would be very bad for both of us. The nesting grounds is a huge island where dragons would come to nest. It was a safe place for mother and young to grow strong before returning home. No one knew where the dragons made their home, but since no one had ever seen a dragon after the war and the nesting grounds remained vacant, everyone assumed they were all gone. All except for Scales. As always, the nesting grounds were vacant except for a few creatures seeking the tranquility the nesting grounds provided. At our descend, they scattered and made noices of irritation. We made our nest close to Endresomera, at the most northern part of the nesting gounds. Everything was calm, relaxed, and silent, but that didn’t last at all. A little pixy came flying towards us,
As my feet crossed the border into the human world, the silence erupted as birds and small animals screeched and scattered away from the disturbance. I looked around. There were only trees to the front, left and right, and now behind me. I slowly stepped forward, concentrating to put one foot in front of the other. Suddenly, I felt nauseous not because of my circumstance, but I literally felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the closest bush to empty my stomach. Just when I thought it was over, another wave of nausea hit me. After the third wave, and I was sure it was the last I sat down against a tree, I felt absolutely horrid. “Are you okay?” A girl appeared in front of me. “Fine.” I spat as I rummaged through my bag for my water. “It doesn’t look like it.” “Then why ask.” “She is only being friendly and concerned.” A male appeared from the same direction. I raised my brow and asked him what the hell he wanted. “Are you the new arrival?” “If you mean, did I just
Every dragon longed to get their tint of blue in their flame. Only the strongest, purest Dragon Shifters get theirs and only a very few was blessed with that gift. It was a magnificent gift but also a huge responsibility. It meant you had to control your anger because now that, wish could have become a reality. I could have burned Vigo, to a crisp. Dimitria came out with a robe and draped it around me as I turned back into my normal form. I tied it and went back into the house to get dressed… again. I sat down on my bed for a while and Dimitria came hurrying in. “Are you okay?” She asked before she threw open my cupboard. “I ripped my favourite jeans.” I said She turned and smiled. “Put this on.” She said still smiling. It was a pair of skinny jeans, a pink and black tank top with a pair of pumps. “But…” “You will fit in on the other side.” “Really?” I knew I sounded disgusted. “Come on, you have to finish up and go! Vigo is on his way to tell his mother”
When I returned to my room a quick glance at the clock made my heart sink. It was only a few hours to dawn and I was exhausted. I grabbed a bag and threw a view clothes in and on the top wrapped in one of my shirts, I put my favourite photo -of Dimitria and Dimitrion with a baby black dragon between them. I didn't have a photo of my parents but I hoped they were as much in love with each other as Dimitria and Dimitrion were in that picture. A knock at my door made me very aware of the tears leaking from my eyes and the snot on my top lip. I wiped my face quickly and zipped my bag closed before answering the knock. Dimitria entered gracefully her face mirroring my own, red cheeks and tears running uncontrollably, minus the snot. She sat on my bed without a word and patted next to her, indicating for me to come sit down for a moment. We sat in silence for a few minutes. “Tell me…” she paused and sighed, “tell me, what happened after you… you know… where were you?” I didn’t want
My tireds, tired was tired when I got to my room. I knew I shouldn’t get into bed right away but I was just so tired. I haven't had a proper nights rest and my thoughts were consumed with thoughts of Him. I knew I had more important things to worry about but I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. I didn't want to think about him though because the betrayal I felt was also just to overwhelming. I was about to drift off to sleep, when Dimitria woke me up to tell me that it was time. I tried apologising because I could see the hurt in her eyes but she only pulled me into a hug and whispered; “Why it’s always my children that are targeted by that vile creature, I wished I knew.” A sob escaped and then she continued, “but like I told my son years ago I would never replace you and will always believe in you and fight for you.” She held me at arms length and looked me over with her bloodshot red eyes, she tried to keep the tears at bay but the tears did not stop spill