Chapter 5
A moment of silence filled the air. Did that just happen? I don't know who was shocked the most. finally, Charles cleared his throat again. He looked around to all the spectators and sighed. After introducing me and Thrin, Charles thanked me sheepishly, then he lifted the incapacitated body and left towards the medical bay once again. The rest of the tour was left in the hands of Thrin. I was still avoiding Lava-Holes here and there.
As we walked on Thrin gave me 'The Survival Tour' pointing out the different groups, who to meet and who to steer clear of.
The werewolves were divided into different smaller groups but insisted that everyone call them packs. The vampires stayed together all the time. I found out that the guy whose face I had just rearranged was a vampire, his name was Krill, I was the first non-vampire to ever manage to knock out a vampire at first shot. Thrin warned me that Krill would not be overly enthusiastic at our next meeting. The trolls mainly stayed inside their caves and hit each other with rocks. Fairies could change their size (they usually stayed in human size.) They could still be found all over the place.
Charles apparently was the only centaur in the school and the last one anybody has seen in the past two hundred years.
The Elves and the fairies were usually seen together since they shared a love for nature. Thrin warned me that I was never to use the term frolicking when talking about the elves as they would quickly remind me why they had been feared by mankind for several hundred years.
*mental note was taken; they are a few fairytale creatures, frolicking from the farm for their fairy friends the tree huggers. Fun first, then fear and fist fighters. I smiled inwardly at my little elf poem.
The dwarves were either in the forge keeping their hands busy or sitting around giant tables holding drinking, eating, and head-butting competitions.
There were no ghouls in the school (apparently flesh-eating undead demons were too unstable, who knew?). Mermaids usually didn't leave the lake, but some would leave to 'stretch their legs' (make out with any hot guy they could find and or drag said guy to the bottom of the lake for fun).
Thin explained that shapeshifters had not been seen since Napoleon attacked Waterloo (rumour had it that he was one and he killed all the rest).
Last but not least the school was run by Nymphs.
"You're very lucky that you got here on a weekend otherwise you would have drawn a lot of unwanted attention," Thrin said and looked at a group of dwarves' head-butting rocks and roaring with laughter every time a rock split in half, which was hard seeing as the rock usually just crumbled to rubble.
We walked past a completely empty spot, except for the one girl sitting at a bench, alone eating. "Who's that?" I asked just before noticing that Thrin had been trying to avoid this particular spot all day. "Who? That? Oh ... ah...that is ah... Silvi Tenebris. Her ability is really ancient. Older than most dragons we have up in the mountain. She is a Dragon-blood. She's like a werewolf just instead of a canine alter ego she has a flying, fire breathing, scaled, twenty metres long, alter ego. I might be wrong about the twenty metres though; it might be bigger!" Thrin gulped. "Where are the rest of her kind?" I asked, walking towards Silvi. I felt a jerk at my waist and suddenly I was walking in one place. "She is the only one left, Dragon-bloods went extinct 2000 years ago they were hunted by the Romans for sport, she isn't supposed to exist," Thrin said under his breath.
He was holding me by my shirt. For a small guy, he had arms like bridge cables.
"Well then let's make some friends. SILVI! Yes, you the one sitting alone!" I screamed to get the girl's attention. She looked up at me like I had lost my mind.
I was still walking in place with Thrin holding me by my coveralls, she stood up and started walking towards me.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? What were you thinking?" Thrin hissed at me.
"Well I don't know what he was thinking, but he got himself noticed!" A dwarf yelled from behind us. As we turned around, we noticed a rather big group was watching us, gathering at a safe distance to watch the show.
"So you're the new wolf cub hey?" The dwarf said.
"Oh, come on Grutki, please don't do this," Thrin said.
"Not everyone is as weak as you, Thrin. Who knows? He might be able to take a beating." Grutki said cracking his knuckles on his own hands scarred by hours of work at a furnace. The people I now knew as werewolves started moving forward, but Grutki produced a small plant from a tool belt hanging from his waist. The werewolves started retreating with soft growls. "Grutki! What in Durin's name are you doing with wolfsbane?" Grungi yelled from the side. "Don't worry father it's just to keep them in check and stop them from interfering in the hazing of our newest ancient." Grutki calmly called back.