This red watch was different than my old one. It ran faster then the old one by a considerable margin. I wasn't used to it at all. Goliath didn't warn me about any imbedded cameras so I didn't think I had anything major to be worried about as far as that went. I was more worried about Goliath's special combat training.
I couldn't get emotional. My camouflage was weakening. It was only a matter of time before the slightest upset was enough to disturb my surface. It made me wonder what would happen if I got emotional in a class. The one I was most likely to run into trouble with was the combat class.
Wait. Did he plan this out from the beginning? Was Goliath trying to keep an eye on me or force me into a position with more responsibility? Maybe both. I couldn't really speculate on his motives.
I wasn't hooked into his emotional state like I was Savannah, and Ethan. As far as my instincts could tell he was either a blank slate or dangerous. I had no clue why. If he wasn't sending off danger signals it was like I was staring at a tv screen. I could see his image but I couldn't feel anything beyond that.
I really didn't understand why it was so hard for me to read him. I could read all the students around me like they were open books. Which ones hated me. Which ones liked me. Which ones just didn't care.
Even who could turn hostile at any moment. My wings twitched as I thought about it all. I wondered if anyone would even notice that my watch had changed from white to red. The black watches meant mage. Red meant new ability.
White was the normal student body. Was the color coordination a sorting method for the teachers? Or a way for the students to identify who was different from the others? Then there was the bullying, and extortion of the weaker students. I was starting to get targeted, but my new ability level was twelve.
Wait. Goliath shot me straight up to twelve. That was definitely going to cause me some trouble. Baron was only a sixteen, and his little brother was sitting comfortably at nine. They were definitely going to see that as a personal insult.
I liked being overlooked as weak. Now I was being propelled up to the top of the first years. No one was going to be able to accept that. I was towards the bottom before. Not the weakest, but definitely not the strongest.
This red watch was like a neon sign meant to point me out to everyone. Goliath had to have planned this out in some way. There was no way he didn't know what was going to happen to me. He put me in the path of destruction on purpose. I growled as stared at the red watch that was stretched thin around my scales.
I stood up slowly. Lowering my head so I didn't hook the ceiling again. I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position, and laid back down. I was bigger then Ethan before I leveled up, and I could fit through doorways, but now my head sat at his eye level with me laying down, and I was too wide to get though the door. I was only about six maybe eight inches taller than I had been before, but it made a difference. My tail got longer, and so did my neck.
It was making me wonder how big I would actually get. Would my body reach the size of an elephant like the alfa mentioned? God if my body reached the size of an elephant how big would the rest of me get? I almost flicked my agitated tail into the wall. Savannah just paid to get my room fixed, and she refused to let me pay her back for it so I couldn't break it again.
Ethan came back to the room a few hours later. He looked a bit roughed up. Nothing serious. My danger sense hadn't alerted me to anything, and he'd gotten angry the last time I'd insisted on hearing about it. I hoped something would change in our bond sometime soon.
I didn't like that he withheld information from me like that. He was right though. If I saw who was fucking with him then I would tear them apart. I snorted to myself. It was only a matter of time before I could catch a glimpse of who was fucking with him through his memories.
I had a fairly clear picture of how badly Ethan had been treated as a kid by now, but the memories were foggy. I could see what was happening to Ethan, but not who was actually do it. It was frustrating. I wanted to know who made Ethan so afraid of people. I was pretty sure the reason I couldn't see what was happening to Ethan was because he'd stuffed the memories down pretty deep.
Every time he saw people the memories jumped to the surface. It was the reason he acted shell shocked every single time he saw people. He thought about it less, and less the more time he spent with me. It was almost as if he'd been trained to be afraid of everyone. Even if that wasn't the intention behind the scare tactic they'd used.
It was the effect it had.
"Ethan," I laid my head down on the ground, "Why did your family hurt you so much?"
"I wasn't strong enough to stop them," Ethan's face went blank.
"The kind of stuff they did to you," I was hit with a bunch of memory flashes again, "It was both physical, and mental torture."
"Its none of your concern," Ethan sounded almost robotic.
"None of my concern?" I growled at him, "Just the glimpses of the horror of what they put you through is enough to piss me off."
"I'll handle them," Ethan kept that robotic tone.