She steeled, her expression hardened and she gripped relma's palm. Her eyes shimmering with a yellow glow. '' listen to her. '' relma said. A laughter escaped Elder marrouc's lips, he turned and called out the culprit. '' maleek!! '' he yelled out in a loud cry, the culprit coming out with bowed head. Elara's eyes revealed shock, how had he known, did he have a second signet for knowing is secrets? She turned to maleek, hoping to pacify him but he brushed past her in anger. He blamed her, they all did, after all she caused it. Her presence is destroying every thing. He stood before the elders, Marrouc and the forbidden.
'' under violation of the riders codex, maleek is hereby sentenced to death for attempted assassination of a dragon. '' Marrouc said in a loud cry that announced blasphemy. Elder Elaine rising from beside her dragon, a purple sword forming at her palm as she walked forward. She would avenge her dragon. The temperature in the hall dropped to zero, freezing every moisture around.
She drew closer, every one watching in mixed emotion. She raised the sword and it size tripled unleashing a cold wrath on the hall. The cold gripped her like a blanks of bad memories. Fear in every marrow of her being, Maleek's face was filled with indifference as if happy to die. She moved with the stride of a cheetah, anger for what he had do e. She screamed, every fibre in her was retaliating. The sword came up and down. Her eyes growing as big as saucers. The tears slid down her cheeks. All the energy she had saved was gone. Melted away like the morning dew. She fell to her knees. Palming her face and shaking terribly.
Silas cadisbury pulled her up without mildness. Forcing her to gaze at the corpse before her. A once energetic, headless prankster. Elara Ashwood glanced at the corpse, watching as a pool of blood began to stain Elder Elaine's boots. Her dragon expressing satisfaction as well as disapproval. Relma knelt down sobbing. She picked up maleek's coin, it was an odd looking coin with two wrong sides.
Elara watched Silas leave. No concern for a dead cadet. Not even remorse. She hated him. Hated all of them. But it didn't matter any way, maleek was dead because of her and Audrigald was in danger because of her. She stood up the Elders returning to the balcony as all the team leaders were introduced. They were third years,each having a black tattoo spiral at a particular spot in their body.
'' these are your team leaders. Your academy has four wings. North, south, east and west. Each wing is divided into three sub wings. Gold, silver and bronze. '' Elder Marrouc said. He snapped his finger and ivory cards appeared in each of their palms. Relma rushed to open hers agitatedly. She was dead in the North silver wing. Their weren't in the same sub wing. Elara was in the North bronze wing.
After allocation of rooms and class rooms, the elders slowly walked down the stairs. Elara had the same class room schedule as Relma except on Thursday when Relma had dark survival classes and Elara had air diving lessons. As every one began to sort themselves. The flapping of wings was heard. The elders were already wary Knowing that the monster dragons were coming. Elara's bones began to vibrate in darkest fears. She hated to return back to that nightmare again.
Elder Elaine's dragon scampered backward rushing to the extreme end, roaring desperately and trying to flap it's hurt wing. '' Tell them to stop!! '' Elder Elaine yelled. Elara turned sighting the first dragon and moving away as it sped past her, destroying the tiles and taking ng off again. Two more came down in green and blue colours and spiked plates on their backs. The last to alight was the biggest, and most magnificent black dragon. The dragon sighted her at once, moving to her and roaring.
Her heart began to thump madly, threatening to destroy it's constraints. Every fibre in her body tried to escape but all her limbs disobeyed her, rooting in place. She had turned blue in nervousness. Every one bit their fingers timidly. Elder Elaine stood in front of her dragon as it f shielding it from all the forbidden, from all the hurts and pains of the world. These were not eldest but wing leaders. Elara blinked twice as she saw the silver rings scattered on the dragon's back. A flash memory ran across her mind. She saw how much fear the others feared it.
A young man jumped down from the dragon, moving towards her with an icy stare. His hair was a mixture of grey, silver and peach black. His eyes was a perfect bead, translucent and filled with a swirling vortex of white and black. He was built and you could easily tell he was nineteen. He moved closer to her, she could feel those contemptuous, angered breath fall on her cold face. Her body melted in fear. He was the one, he one who tamed the most strongest dark dragon in the entire realm. She should feel afraid, but no, she wasn't.
'' princess Ashwood. '' he said in a husky tone, nearly the same as the one Relma used on the deceased Maleek. She planted a grim scowl across her face hoping to annoy him the more. He loved that, loved how feisty she was. How fearless she could seem to be. She had to. She had just met her Waterloo, and no damn curse would save her from him... From the wrath of an orphan.
'' you don't remember, do you? '' he smirked. She narrowed her eyes and gave a cold grimace at him. '' I hoped so. Revenge isn't sweet when your victim doesn't know. '' he said with a lazy yawn. Dipping his arm into his pocket with a scary look. '' Does the name TIDAN ring a bell? '' he smirked. Her steel expression faltered and her hands hung limp. '' T ... TIDAN?? '' she muttered. She hadn't heard of that name in years.
***
The surrounding was white, crystals floating around him. He was in the infirmary with tens of healers surrounding him. What a lucky life he had here. The professors watched him while they talked in hushed whispers. Ashdod Telayne sat up holding a weird grimace. Alaric watched him moving to him.
'' what did you hear? '' Alaric asked. Ashdod was baffled. '' don't believe in what it said, you are your own master. You are the hero Audrigald needed.'' Alaric said. Ashdod inhaled. They were right. It was all a weird, never to come true dream. What ever that was it didn't happened. He tried to move when a sharp pain bursted in his chest. Blood spotting his chest. It was wrong. They were wrong. The dream was real and they don't know. It's coming!!!!