"Mother, can she hurt you?" She asked, confused, baffled by my response to her insults to that hateful creature."Yes, unfortunately, she can." I whispered back, reluctant to admit my weakness."How is that possible, Mother? Who...whom can't she hurt?"I was most definitely no mood to play teacher. To defend my pride, I decided to explain to her; "She can not hurt your grandmother because she is older. You know strength lies within age. Jessamy is a few decades older than I am...""Actually, a millennium dear..." I swirled around at the sound of her mocking voice. "... Have your mother not told you that I was your fathers first love before she came into the picture."I heard the mocking tone in her voice. She didn't have a shrill, high-pitched voice you would imagine if you looked at her for the first time but that husky - I have a secret, come hither - girls voice that drove men wild with lust. I hated that tone in her voice so much. "Really, mother, is that the truth?" I could
She is gone. Now that Zinnia was gone, I could feel the empty place inside of me that I never even knew existed. How could she mean so much to me? It frustrated me to the cold, bitter core of my being. I should have told her that I wanted to go with her but after what I saw I didn't know what I wanted. Now that she is already gone, I know for sure that I would follow her to the end of the world if that is where she wanted to go. On the other hand, I am not sure whether or not I would follow her beyond the end of the world, and according to what I witnessed, she wasn't part of this world anymore. The human world. (Could it really be true? No, it couldn’t. It shouldn't, but... If it was true, is she really going Ťhere?!) "Sick joke!" I yelled to the heavens above. "Who are you talking to, dude?" I jumped around, ready to attack, because for that instant, I let my guard down. "Dude, seriously, you should cut that shit out. You look like a diseased animal, and it's like
At last, I was home, I banged the door behind me and slid down to the floor. "How can I be so pathetic?" "Eric...what's wrong dear?" I saw Johanna hurrying towards me from the kitchen. Her face was as white as snow, worry written on every line. "Hey, Nanna, I'm sorry. It's nothing to worry about." I said, trying to reassure her. I laid my head upon my knees to hide the guilty feeling so very obviously coloring my face and neck. I felt her hands gripping my biceps, and she pulled me up. She didn't loosen her grip till I was seated on the couch. She gave me a look to say stay and then disappeared back into the kitchen. She entered the living room carrying two cups filled with a thick, scarlet substance. "Drink it will make you feel a little bit better. It's still fresh and hot. " I took a sip hesitantly before gulping half of it down. I didn’t realise I was that hungry until it touched my tongue. "Now, tell me what is wrong." I stared into those shimmering eyes. She always
I was inside the kitchen in less than a second, ready to protect my grandma from anything threatening to harm her in any way. She was staring at something outside the window and then screamed; "You! What do you want?" I looked to see what she was staring at, and then I saw her. A gasp from my lips echoed my grandmothers. She smiled and disappeared. Then, a soft knock came from the front door. The knock was only slightly audible, but it felt like the vibration went through the entire house and into every fiber of my being. My grandma twirled around and stomped to the front door. She unwillingly swung the door open. She just nodded, and worry filled her expression. "Come in, I'll quickly get us something to drink. You look exhausted and worn out." My grandma was good to anyone, even her enemies. "Thank you, Johanna. I ran all the way from Central City to bring you the news first." I stared at her slack jawed. She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Eric," she nodde
It felt absolutely wonderful to ride again. It is absolute freedom, all things forgotten. No stress, no pressure, no nothing, just you and your magnificent partner galloping, wind flying. That moment when you and your horse become one is the most amazing feeling of unity and trust. A feeling you can get nowhere else, search high or low. I have forgotten just how I loved to ride. The one thing that kept me from enjoying it fully was my thoughts that kept returning to Eric. No matter how much I tried to fill my brain with nothing but my surroundings, he would just pop up out of nowhere. I haven't opened the box that he gave me. I could feel it burn against my thigh, inside my jeans pocket. I wanted to open it, but at the same time, I wanted to get rid of it. To toss it into the bushes or be a drama queen and very dramatically let it fall into the ocean, tears streaming from my eyes. I was too damned nosy, though, and my curiosity overpowered miss’s drama queen as per usual. A sa
“Justine, what’s wrong?” I stumbled a bit over my own tongue. She held up her finger to silence me, her eyes flickering all over the place. I looked behind me and strained my eyes and ears to look and hear further and all over the place and to hear whatever she might be hearing, but I didn’t know what to look for. I couldn’t hear anything else unnatural except for the beating of my own heart that was pounding loudly. Her expression fell and grew more grave by the second. The fear inside me grew more demanding. I could feel that little fearful girl inside me growing wanting to take over, I tried to force her back into her box, but it was very hard. Justine dropped her hand and relaxed a little, but I could still see the fear in her eyes when she said; “Something is terribly wrong. I can sense it in the atmosphere and in the aura surrounding the building. The air is very much disturbed.” “What do you think is wrong?” And then that little girl took over; “Is dad okay? Where is he?”
"Daddy, no!" At first, it was only a whisper, but then it grew louder and louder, more incoherent as I became more hysterical. Tears were running down my cheeks. The one following the other without a break, like they were running a marathon. I couldn't stop them from escaping. The snot started dripping from my nose. Joining and mixing with my tears. As I licked my lips, without thinking, I could taste the saltiness from my tears and snot. I didn’t care, though. Only one word echoed through my brain and lips. "No, no, no, no!" I ran from one room to the other, at an inhumane speed, the grief fueling every step, not pausing to check the rooms properly. I didn't realize at the time how strange it was that I was running through a castle, staggering through door after door, but there was no one in sight. I heard Justine and William behind me. They were shouting something, probably trying to stop me or slow me down, but I only ran faster. I just couldn't stop. Even though I knew deep
As I opened my eyes, I realised we were in my fathers house. I recognised the room only slightly because everything was still dancing around my vision. This was the room I slept in during the summer vacation here with my dad. "Why couldn't you wait!" I yelled but it only came out in a whispered sob. My birthday was tomorrow and now my dad would not be there. My body suddenly started twitching, my head started throbbing, my brain was on fire and it felt like it was growing in my skull, my skull split. My eyes burned, I could feel the burning moving down my face. Hot, sticky, wet liquid was running out of my eyes, out of my nose and out of the corners of my mouth. The burning ran down the length of my body. I could feel it reaching my fingers, running down my legs to my toes. It was burning my me from inside out. I felt my body sizzling and changing under the pressure of the heat. I felt myself fading into unconsciousness as the pain got worse by the second. I wanted to die. It
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
The only thing I missed about my old life was the unique love my parents gave so willingly. The only thing I feel guilty about is disappointing them. They always warned me about that evil creature, and I chose not to listen, I chose to befriend him. That is the only thing I felt guilty about and the only thing I will feel guilty about. I tried to convince myself. As I settled into my cave, Scales growled at me because I awoke him from his nap. He was the only one who knew the truth about me. He was my guardian angel in dragon form. The last dragon alive, no one knew about him, and no one would.I found his egg at the dragons’ nesting ground, hidden under a bush in a very clever hideout. He communicated with me mentally, and that is how I found him, I don’t know why me but it was probably because I was the only dragon shifter on that island since the war. He was a smart little guy and used our connection to sift through my thoughts and memories, and I allowed him. I was alone
Leaving her there was harder than I thought it would be. As the distance grew between us, I could not believe that I actually left her… But this need to hold her was terrifying me more than anything has ever terrified me. There is this fire between us, every time we touched. I couldn’t make sense of it. “Draco! Get a hold of yourself. You are being weak.” I scolded myself, “how could she feel anything for you? You just met… How could anyone feel anything for you, and she never will? How could she?” I continued on this stupid rampage. I did not want to listen to myself, but I knew I had to. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her damned face. She is probably safely home in a warm bed, not even thinking or wondering about me… Who would? I wouldn’t… “Draco!” a voice growled behind me. “What?” I snapped. “Where have you been?” I turned to see Luke leaning against the old tree. I was not in the mood to be friendly with him, and I hated him, but I had to find out what he was up to.
Betrayal, that is what I felt. And it did not feel good… Not good at al… My conscience kept bugging me as I swept into the Elders Realm – as I called it – it was a huge room right on the ocean shore in a cave that was secured and out of eyesight for everyone that did not know about it… to the stranger it would only look like a gap in a rock wall not even big enough to be a cave. The interior was impressively decorated with paintings of The Dragons Days, where dragon shifters ruled and dragons were not extinct. There were a vast variety of paintings of dragons flying, hunting, fighting, and then the war. The horrible war where the dragon turned on dragon shifter, and the war led to extinction, but for a few elders who took the surviving young and hid with them until the very end of the war. Normally, all this magnificence took my breath away, but not today. Today, I could not even see the splendor of the four Elders Hall, which so frequently took my breath away. (Today, eve