Mass release: 7/15
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"There is a magical tool that measures the power within our core, all that we have, even what's dormant and what we will awaken yet, the potential we are born with. No one gets 0. 1 to 200 is rank F, 201 to 400 is rank E, 401 to 600 is rank D, 601 to 800 is rank C, 801 to 1000 is rank B, 1001 to 1200 is rank A, 1201 to 1400 is rank S, 1400 to 3000 is rank SS, 3001 to 8000 is rank SSS. The lowest is 1, the highest is 8000. Nobody has ever scored as high as 8000, the maximum was 7800, my mom's score," I tilted my haed. "Only the Madalverel have been power enough to score 7000 to 7800, nobody else."
"Actually," a familiar deep voice spoke behind me, "I broke that streak!"
By how everyone in the table tensed and stared behind me, I knew exactly who was standing there. As if the way his damned voice ignited my soul and sent chills down my spine, or how my nostrils were instantly assaulted by the addicting scent of cinnamon, spicy incense, and rum, of his. I can feel his silver eyes on me.
Clenching my jaw and closing my hands in fists, I turned on my seat, eyes up and glaring at him, anger burning in my amethyst irises, that like my hair, I got from my mother, another unique trait from the Madalverel bloodline. "What?"
By my peripheral vision I was able to tell how this time he was backed by a towering yellow skinned men with amber monolid eyes and buzzed black hair, and a tall turquoise-eyed girl with tanned skin and long dark purple hair, him at his right and her at his left, all in attires similar to the ones Percy and the others are using, but theirs have many badges and medals on them. I would risk to say the guy is the vice-leader of the first wing and she is his 3rd in command.
Maybe even his girlfriend.
For some reason, that little thought annoyed me profoundly.
"You bloodline doesn't have a perfect streak anymore, daredevil," what's with the annoying nickname? "I scored 7688, I'm now the second after your mom."
"That's bullshit!" I hissed, my eyes snapping at Albie, "Right?"
He pressed his lips, "Not really, he really did score that."
"What?" How is that fucking possibile?
"Mar is the only rank SSS aside from your ancestors," the guy next to him said, annoying the hell out of me. "Before you suggest some absurdity, it's not even possible to cheat on the measuring test, so, it is what it is."
Mar? Is that his nickname? "I know better than to suggest such stupidity."
"It wouldn't be a surprise if you did," the girl next to him mocked.
I glared at her, the urge to murder her taking root on me, "You are?"
"Your superior in here," she exclaimed. "Vivyenne Relethyl, I stand as 3rd in command of the first wing, bonded to a powerful red dragon."
"I'm Helion R'adlain, 2nd in command of the first wing, also superior to you in here, I'm Mar's right arm and best friend, I'm bonded to a night blue."
"R'adlain and Relethyl?" I scowled. "As in spawns of Vanryth R'adlain and Ervis Relethyl? The 2nd and 3rd in command of the rebellion that had the vicious Moros Velothren as it's leader?" Hah, of course, those shitheads would be my damn superiors, because I'm just fucking unlucky.
"I'm actually Vanryth R'adlain's nephew, the son of his big sister Dalora R'adlain," Helion chuckled, as if he wasn't phased by my anger. "Vivyenne is her father's scorned bastard. So, harming us wouldn't do shit to them."
"It doesn't change the fact that you have their dirty blood," I hissed.
"Said the oldest daughter of the overthrown tyrant," Vivyenne poked me.
"What did you just called my dad?" I hissed, grabbing the pen that Elias gave me and pointing it to her neck, on my feet, anger taking over.
"Overthrown tyrant," she provoked me, repeating it slowly.
I moved to attack the bitch, but a strong arm held me back, and by he had been extremely fast to get to me, I knew it was Katos even before I felt the cherry and smoke scent that emanates from him, "Get off me."
"What are you going to do with a pen?" She mocked.
"Stab your fucking neck, you fucking bitch!" I yelled at her.
"As if," she scoffed.
"Let me go, Katos, let me fucking go," I snapped at him, but he held me tighter. "I'll kill you for that, Vivyenne Relethyl, filthy bastard. It's a promise."
"Are you tired of being so dramatic? You're not all that, Disgrace!" She poked me even further and I saw red. "And I can't wait until you disgrace your lil bloodline even more by getting a lesser rank than A, for being so weak, and making all of them die and your siblings vanish off of your sight. It'll be delightful."
"Katos!" I screamed at him, and this time, he released me.
But I was only able to make a light cut on her damn throat with the pen, as even strong arms grabbed me by my waist, taking me off ground, "Harming a superior is worthy of punishment grade 3, daredevil!" He exclaimed, holding me bloody tight with his damn sculpted arm, his scent drowning my nostrils. "You would get a grade 1 punishment had you actually wounded her badly, but as it was a light cut, but you still attacked a superior, it's a grade 3."
By how the bitch healed herself unfazed, she has healing magic. Damn it.
"Fuck you, Velothren!" I screamed at him. "Put me down."
"Disrespecting your wing leader is grade 2 punishment, daredevil!"
"You,"
"Another infraction and it's grade 1, cadet Grace Madalverel," Helion told me. "Grade 1 punishments are always for you and all your entire group, you'll all be equally punished. As the internal leader of group 1, appointed by the 11 members aside from you, shouldn't think better from now on?" This bastard.
I swallowed what I wanted to say, what I wanted to do. "Fine," I hissed. "Put me down and I'll take whatever this punishment is."
"As your wing leader, I'll pick the punishment. Come with me!" He said.
"Put me down, I can walk," I hissed at him.
But the bastard threw me over his shoulder instead, "I don't think so."
Before I could bark another complaint, he teleported us with his shadow magic out of dineark, far from their watching eyes.
A bad idea.
Horrible, if I may.
When he stepped out of the shadows, tightly carrying me over his shoulder, I gasped as the coldness of his magic sank into my bones, making it hard for me to fight him, and as he walked further, I realized three things: it's nighttime, we are in a green open area, and he has a bakery down here because what is that ass? His brother did not have an ass like this, but it seems like Marvor stole the whole bakery to himself.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.
"I'm taking you to where you will be punished, daredevil," he chanted.
"We are in the middle of nowhere," I growled.
"No, we're in the Vale!"
Dread took root in my bones, "Have you gone mad? What the fuck? What are we fucking doing here?" I cried, my voice lowered considerably, as the memory of how I barely escaped the dragons back on the bridge took hold of my mind. "I won't die if you throw me to be dragon food, Marvor," I hissed at him.
"I wouldn't do that, you're too pretty to be dragon food," but to make it all worse, there was no mockery in his voice. "The Vale is safe for those bonded to dragons, and I happen to be bonded to a peculiar strong one. She's nasty, though."
Shit, shit, shit, "You can't be taking me to your dragon!"
"Not only I can, as I am doing that."