[Valerie]My teeth are chattering from the nippy temperature but who cares? Not the man who is practically dragging me down the hill, not caring if I freeze in this temperature. At least the boots help to keep my feet from becoming blocks of ice. Also, no getting on dragons so that’s a good sign, my guts will be saved for the time being. It would be so much better if we could all go together. Why divide? Did Elias really think that Clyde and I had a chance to get together? Hell to the no. Clyde definitely is on the same page as mine. He should have let me go with Moran and the others. He could transform into his dragon and simply fly to his territory. But I can’t even tell him that, lest Mr. high and mighty gets offended. It’s not like I am super close to Moran, but the guy is approachable and easy to talk to. I can already predict that if I can rely on anyone here, it will be him. Why couldn’t he be my mate? Even Elias left me to this brute. He will get an earful from me once I rea
[Valerie] I studiously ignore the flare of something akin to envy and the painful tug in my heart as I brush past the reunited lovers. Walking behind the King, my foot. “Valerie, wait,” I hear Clyde from a distance but I don’t comply. I glower at the guards who lower their gazes but block my path. Excellent. Now I can neither go back nor enter the territory without the asshole hot on my heels. “I asked you to wait,” he grits when he is within hearing distance, not that he wasn’t before, but now I can practically feel him breathing down my neck. I hold my ground despite having the urge to slap him or worse let Ruelle take over despite our ongoing differences, but I do none. I don’t turn around or acknowledge him either. Clyde resumes walking towards the gate and I follow, ignoring the woman he left behind. Something cruel curls around my heart, a deep sadistic satisfaction, but I don’t choose to ponder on it much. And then like a mirage in the desert, Moran appears not too far aw
[Valerie] “Is Rudra strict?” I ask Elias while having breakfast. Viola has already left since she has been absent for quite a long while. The other day Moran informed me how other mages have left and the winners except for Viola have already begun training. I felt slightly guilty after hearing that. Thankfully, she wasn’t around when Moran informed me. On top of that, I slept fitfully, too busy answering messages and taking calls from family members. None of my friends, the only two who had stuck around until a few days ago, called. The reason behind my restless night was Kenneth’s confession and Clyde. The latter seemed to have carved a space in my mind which is irritating. I need to find a way to end this stupid bond permanently. He will be someone else’s in the near future anyway. “Don’t worry. He is very amicable,” he replies, ceasing my thoughts as he cuts a perfect portion of the scrambled egg and puts it in his mouth like the perfect aristocrat that he is. “You say that. I
[Clyde] Flying had always been an escapade for me, a kind of freedom that I was blessed with or rather cursed with. I had never been grateful even after mom preached and lectured me about my good luck of being able to summon my dragon whenever I wanted to, which hadn’t happened in the last 100 years. The Elders couldn’t summon their dragons more often, my parents couldn’t either but then I was born and when I first met my dragon, everyone was in awe that I could do so without them performing any summoning ritual. It had served as an escape later when I was subtly mocked and taunted by the children of my age, not outright, but I just knew. Even now, it’s acting as a way to clear my mind. But Fionna’s pained face and Valerie’s furious gaze keeps coming back. What mom said to Fionna was insensitive. She couldn’t even stop herself from tearing up this time. My nostrils flared at the thought. Valerie…I did not do the right thing. My emotions keep getting out of hand. It’s a good thing,
[Valerie] Moran hands me a letter wordlessly the next morning when I am on my way to meet Rudra again. Elias is walking in front of us, hands buried in his trench coat pockets. I look at Moran questioningly. He shrugs. “Dragon Lord asked me to hand it to you. He said you are not to throw it until you have read its contents.” The mere mention of him makes my anger flare anew. His actions had hurt me and angered me in a way I had not imagined. “Like I care what he thinks,” I mutter blithely, stuffing the envelope in my jeans pocket, crumpling it a little in the process. “Going by the pink ears tips, yes you certainly do,” Moran says with a wink. I glare at him. “There’s nothing I need to be flustered about. I don’t really care and can we please stop talking about him.” Moran's playful look vanishes. The look is enough to warn me about his questions so I jog towards Elias, leaving him behind. The last day was mentally exhausting for me. I don’t want to ruin the day by talking abo
[Viola] “The purpose of coming to this cave is to test or analyse how much energy you can pick up or identify what type of energy it is. A mage can not only control their elements but can also associate the energy with them. Like thermal for Fire. I will also expect you to sense the negativity in it if it is harmful or demonic,” Mage Almora drones on. “This woman has spoken more than anything,” Isha, my roommate and one of the winners, mutters under her breath. I suppress a sigh because I can’t help but agree with her. “May I know what is making you sigh, Ms Ravenwood?” Here we go… “Nothing, ma’am.” Despite the fact that whatever she is saying is common knowledge to any mage is laughable. I did not expect an instructor chosen by the dragons to be this mundane. “Can you tell us then how we will be able to detect negative energy?” Even though she accompanies the question with a wan smile, her tone is laced with icy politeness. “When the energy repels especially if it is associa
[Clyde] What am I doing? I acted like an eccentric jerk back there. I curl my hands into fists, walking back to my office. Valerie’s startled and slightly wary expression surfaces back in my mind and I halt midway to just gather my composure. What the hell was I thinking? I won’t say I was not angry when she barged in and shouted and berated me for writing a letter to her. She doesn’t even know that I have never tried to write a letter and apologised to no one? “Is she ignorant or actually stupid?” I ask aloud. I drag my palm across my face, unable to shirk the hateful words she hurled at me earlier. Will she even want to get back or even give me a chance after this? I doubt it. ~~~~ “Clyde!” I hear Fionna before I see her bounding towards me, a gleeful expression on her face as she throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly. “Not that I am happy to see you this delighted, but what's the matter?” I ask as I return the enthusiastic hug. “Brian could summon his dragon. He t
[content warning: mild gore in the later part] [Clyde] “You asked whom?” I am unable to believe what I hear. “Azrielle. I bribed him,” Fionna repeats, rolling her eyes as we finally come to stand in front of the huge ornately-designed double doors at the end of the huge library that leads to the old relics section. The library is situated under my parents’ residence which should have been the residence of the present King/Queen, but my mother refused to leave and I wasn’t too keen on arguing with her. I was too devastated at that time to be announced as the heir to the throne. “So why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” I grumble as she punches in the passcode and proceeds to turn around the handle, inserting another combination of codes. “Because if I did, you would react the same way you did just now,” she mutters, focusing on opening the door. “No wonder, you chose this time.” Mom and dad usually leave the residence at this time to meet Brian. She doesn’t answer. “Huh?”