Mass release: 10/15
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"The… moonlight dragon to came to me in the bridge was… was yours?" I yelled.
"Yep. She was annoyed by how you disrespected me."
"You sent her to,"
"No, I didn't. I don't command her, she does whatever she wants. Dragons are not pets, daredevil, they are the closest to divine that we have here, insanely stronger than humans could ever dream of being. If you bond one, you will come to understand that not even you, a Madalverel, can command one of them!" Scoff.
I felt the breath of the damn dragon right above me, but I kept my eyes off of it, refusing to meet them and let her affect me, "What the fuck do you want me to fucking do, Velothren? I'm not looking at it, if that's what you were expecting. I know better than to be that fucking stupid, and I don't do stupid."
"She has been annoying the hell out of me, so, your punishment, is to calm her down," he then conjured a chair out of nowhere and sat on it, behind me. "Go."
"How am I supposed to calm your dragon, when you can't?" I hissed.
"Sing for her," he exclaimed. "She says she wants you to sing for her."
I cursed under my breath, "Not this again. I'm not a dragon charmer."
"Again?" He asked. "Did you sing to a dragon before?"
"How do you think, I survived that damn bridge?"
"You… sang to survived? What?"
Well, that's an expected reaction. "I also don't know why this works."
"Why did you even fucking try that?" He gasped.
I clenched my jaw, "My mother did it for her sunborn dragon, it's a stupid lullaby she also used to sing to me when I was stressed or anxious or having trouble trying to sleep, she would calm Shea like that. And some times, she would also sing it to Rein, dad's stormfury, probably because he liked my mom and he was mated to Shea. I just… I just have a habit to sing it when I'm panicking to calm myself down, and when this," bitch, "dragon of yours came at me in the bridge, I panicked and began to sing. How the hell would I know it would actually work on them?"
"That's… weird. What is the lullaby about?" The jerk questioned.
"Counting crows," I clenched my jaw.
"Counting crows? As in the black nasty birds?"
"It's a stupid lullaby," I snapped, frustrated and embarrassed.
"It ain't stupid if you're able to charm dragons to calm down with it!"
"I am not a dragon charmer, asshole," I hissed.
"That's not how it looks like. Sing, cadet Madalverel!" This bastard. "I am not asking. I am your wing leader, your superior, this is an order. Sing for her!"
Oh, I am going this bastard, maybe not now, but I'll murder him for sure. How dare he bring me to sing for his damned dragon who nearly attacked me on that bridge? I am an Imperial, who does he thinks he is? I hate him, I hate this.
Taking a deep breath, not wanting to be dragon snack or to be burned once again by an overbearing dragon, just because they want this stupid song, I prepared my voice to sing, to not show fear, to be confident in my voice, to be like mom, to be melodical. Not just because I wanted it to be effective, but because I didn't want my voice to break in front of this piece of shit. My pride won't allow that to happen.
"1 crow for malice, 2 for mirth, 3 for a funeral, 4 for birth, 5 for silver, 6 for gold, 7 for a story that should never be told, 8 for heaven, 9 for hell, 10 for the devil where ever he may dwell," I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy around me and in what I wanted to pass through my voice. "1 crow for malice, 2 for mirth, 3 for a funeral, 4 for birth, 5 for silver, 6 for gold, 7 for a story that should never be told, 8 for heaven, 9 for hell, 10 for the devil where ever he may dwell…"
I kept singing, and singing, and singing, waiting for him to tell me to stop.
But he didn't, and more strong magical signatures joined us, surrounding us, quietly and without attacking or making any sound, signatures so strong they'd only belong to more dragons, after all, the dipshit brought me to the fucking Vale. Not to anger any of them, I kept on singing, doing my best to sound even better than I did back in the bridge, when I was holding not show my fear.
The more I sang, more strong magical signatures joined.
"How the fuck are you doing this?" He asked me, almost whispering.
How am I supposed to know that, if I don't even know what I'm doing?
"It's enough, Mian," he groaned, probably to his dragon, "we gotta go." She seemed to tell him something, because he replied, "No. She's a 1st year, she's barely been here, she shouldn't even be in the Vale before the winter test. I can't keep her here just because you want another song. She's been punished already." The dragon told him something back. "It's getting dangerous, and she's unbonded."
Then, he came to me, took me by my right forearm making me stand up, and I instantly closed my eyes not to meet his moonlight dragon's that he called Mian, so big I feel like an ant near it, which I don't like. "Get me out of here."
In the same second, he teleported us out of there through his shadows once again. This time the coldness of his magic felt even worse than before. Haunting.
"Oh, my Gods," I felt to my knees when I found nobody around but us. "Oh, shit, what was that?" I growled exasperated. "I thought I would be barbecued. You told me only to sing for your damn dragon," I glared at him, "what the fuck was that? Did she call them? What the fuck, Velothren?"
"You did that, not Mian," he exclaimed, sitting down on what seemed to be a… bed? Where are we?
Standing up, I looked around, finding myself in a wide bedchamber, at the top of one of the academy towers, there was a huge bookshelf, many weapons, even more clothes made of silver dragon scales, and enough for me to grow wary as I realized where the jerk took me. "Why did you bring me to your room?" I hissed.
He tilted his head, "How were you able to do that?" Marvor asked instead.
"I don't know," I hissed. "Why am I here?"
But he ignored my question again, "You're lying."
"Look, asshole, the only dragons I've ever seen were my parents', Rein and Shea, yeah? I never sang to them, I simply saw mom doing," sighing, I passed both my hands over my hair. "The first time I interacted with another dragon, the dragon in question was yours, for whatever the fucking reason. Then, came that big and overbearing black dragon, to whom I also sang. Lastly, the red one, from which I ran from, I was running from it when I got to the Arkhane cliff, but that's as far as it goes. I sang to calm myself down, not them, I don't know what happened there either, I'm as confused as you, care you to believe or not."
He passed his hand over his black hair oh-too-sensually and I sucked on a sharp breath, clenching my jaw, "You charmed all of those dragons. How?"
"What part of 'I don't know' was it hard to understand?" I snapped.
"Teach me that song," he ordered and I frowned. "I'll try it. If it doesn't work, it means it has to do with you, if it does, it has to do with the song. But if it is solely a things when you sing it, we'll have to train that, it'll be useful in battle."
"What?"
Why the hell is he trying to help?
What's his deal?