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Icefang - The Demonic Icewing Girl

🇺🇸Witch_Fraga_Berry
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My name is Icefang and my family has left me for Japan and I live all alone in my house. I have recently discovered my need to toy with the lives of others as well as my icy cold powers. I can breath a deadly frost breath and I'm immune to cold temperatures. The kids at my High School find my clothes choices strange and think my wings, tail, and horns are fake. I try to ignore them but instead I make them feel my ice cold fury. However one of the boys in my class watches me constantly, I feel like he wants something from me... but what?
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Chapter 1 - My Private High School

I was walking to school when someone grabbed my tail, causing me to trip and fall after they let go. I yelped, revealing my ice blue tongue.

"Move it you blue-tongued freak!" said the boy who had caused me to trip. I took a deep breath and freezed his feet to the ground with my frost breath.

I smirked, "Have fun getting out of that, ya big bully." I said before getting up and walking away. I brushed the dirt off the skirt of my school uniform just as I reached the gate. "Vyrania High School. Vyrania was the only School district that would accept me in the first place." I said to myself before walking through the open gate and onto the school's campus.

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I was walking through the halls in search of my classroom when a girl walked up to me and pushed me to the ground and said, "Stay out of my way or else you'll end up expelled! My daddy's the principal and he will expel anyone I tell him to!" I narrowed my eyes and the temperature dropped to negative ten degrees fahrenheit.

I stood up and said, "Enjoy the ice cold temperatures because the weather is calling for some hail." It then began to hail inside the hallway. The girl was pelted with hail as she ran away. I sighed and continued on until I reached my classroom.

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When I entered the classroom I felt someone staring at me but I ignored it as best I could and sat down in my seat in the back of the classroom. Slowly students began to pour in and class was about to begin.

The teacher then arrived and said, "Alright, welcome to Myths 101 where we will be learning about the myths of dragons and other mythical creatures." She then called out attendance and everyone was present.

I sighed. I only took this class to learn about how humans thought about dragons only to learn that most thought of us as the villains. Which I guess isn't entirely wrong as some of us loved to harm others and some of us liked playing with the humans, but there are a few who want to protect the entire human race like my parents. I just wanted them to leave me alone, to stop calling me names, to stop knocking me down, because I will get back up and fight, whether it's physically or mentally or just messing with the temperatures around me, I will not back down.

"Miss Icicle please answer this question about dragons. Are there more than one kind of dragon?" The teacher asked, looking directly at me.

I sighed again but stood up and said, "No, the only kind of dragon is the ones of myths and they all breath fire as well as kill." This is technically wrong but how are humans supposed to know that there are more than one kind of dragon.

The teacher smiled as I sat down and said, "Good job, that is correct. Now can anyone tell me why all dragons breath fire?" The boy who is always staring at me raised his hand and the teacher called on them.

The boy then answers the question, "They breath fire because they were all born with fire inside them but it's just myths so therefore they breath fire because that's how we portray them. They're fire-breathing monsters that knights must fight to save the princesses." I rolled my eyes but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Yes! That is also completely correct. Now can someone tell me why dragons kill? No? No one? Alright then. They kill because that's how they must survive, they kill to survive just like we do. Is it right of us to kill them? Probably not, but they're just myths so it doesn't matter much to us, the readers of such myths." The teacher said before going on and on about all the other mythical creatures.

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The next class wasn't as bad as it was just math class and I was quite good at it.

My math teacher called on me, "Miss Icicle, please answer this question for the class. What is 1889 times 10?"

I stood and said, "The answer is 18,890. Although, had you made the problem much harder it wouldn't have taken me less than half a minute to solve it."

He shook his head and said, "Just sit back down you ungrateful brat." I sighed and sat down, narrowing my eyes and making it negative 20 degrees fahrenheit. "Why is it suddenly so cold in this room? The stupid air conditioner must be acting up again." He muttered before leaving the room.

I smiled, unbothered by the freezing cold temperature. The boy sitting next to me was watching me with curiosity but I continued to ignore him. The other students began to freak out as they were all freezing cold. I stood up and walked over to the ice covered windows. "Such a wonderful day but it seems that the school wishes us to freeze if they don't get the air conditioner fixed soon." I whispered, pretending to be completely human and not at all a dragon. Little did I know that the boy who sits next to me was listening as well as standing behind me.

"You don't seem at all bothered by the cold like the rest of us Icefang. Why is that?" He asked. I jumped and spun around, clearly surprised.

"That's because I'm an Icewing." I think to myself. I then answer out loud, "It just doesn't bother me as much." I sigh and shake my head. "Give it a few and the temperature will return to normal." I add and just then the temperature returns to normal.

"Woah, they must've fixed the air conditioning. C'mon, let's sit back down." the boy said, walking back to his desk and sat back down.

I sat back down as well and waited for the teacher to return. Just then our third hour teacher walked in. "Welcome to English Class." she said.