Mass release: 13/15
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"Earlier than that, dragons were feared, humans tried to slay them instead, the Mothrilrain changed that, they changed everything, they founded Arkhane War College, that back then was just Arkhane College, solely to teach the chose people to ride dragons. Our school is older than the empire itself, that's why the higher ups are so powerful."
"Mothril'r'ain," I corrected her, annoyed with the misspell of my actual last name, which means, the Velothren bastard was right, that was my doing.
The Madalverel only come into the history of Donaar, 87 generations ago when Lu'anora Madalverel conquered the eight kingdoms of Donaar, Germanius, Yinz'r, Pinooh, Asheemar, Obaxith, Drumarz, and Augustacles, solidifying what is now the Empire of Donaar, all while riding a dragon, though there are no records that specify what dragon it was, its color or power, only that it was monstrously big and the strongest dragon in history, which is very vague. She then sat on the throne as the Supreme Empress, and later she made her mate, Lurius, a non-rider, her own Emperor-Consort. It was also the first time a Madalverel heiress actually reigned with her own power, and didn't let her mate take it from her.
She was my historical heroine, whom I achieved to be like as a kid.
But there are no records of where she came from, how she bonded the said strongest dragon whose description and order are unknown, who her parents were, if she had siblings, or even how she trained to be strong enough to conquer the eight kingdoms and build the strongest Empire on the planet.
If what Davalyn said is right and the Mothril'r'ain vanished 98 generations ago, supposedly into the void, a place I've been locked in, taking into consideration that this being the true last name of the Madalverel is a secret so well kept that not even my siblings or my father knew about it, it means that my ancestors were lost and locked in the void for 11 generations. From 98 to 87 generations ago.
We count generations here from 15 to 15 years, the Empire is 1305 years old, that's from when our calendar counts the years, but outside of the Empire, the time is 5788, which means the world was in year 4483 when Lu'anora conquered it, on her own, solely with her overwhelming power and her dragon, one that was said to overpower all that was then, when she reseted the Imperial calendar. But with that in mind, the Mothril'r'ain vanished 1470 years ago, 165 years before her.
165 years possibly locked in the void.
But if 2 years there to me felt like 525,600 years, meaning that 1 year out here feels like 262,800 years inside there, those 165 years that my ancestors had vanished from our realm felt like 43,362,000 years for them. 43 million years. Just thinking about being locked in there for that longs sickens me, I barely managed half a million years, how could they have endured so long in that place?
What happened in there? Who is responsible for them being thrown there?
Wait!
If Lu'anora truly came from the void, and somehow bonded a dragon in there, could her so called dragon have been a void dragon? A black dragon of void like that overbearing jerk who came to me in the bridge? Could he have answers? I mean, he did speak to me and call me by the real name bestowed to my soul, after all, which not even my father or my siblings knew of, only mother.
Hah, seems like I'll have to find a way to meet him again. But how?
"…ce? Grace?" Multiple voices called for me and I blinked.
"Hm? What?" I blinked, the wheels in my mind going crazy.
"You were staring at nothing as if you had realized something, as if you'd seen something that we haven't yet," Eli exclaimed. "Care to share?"
"Will you write down everything that I say?" I tilted my head.
He bit his bottom lip, "Yes?"
"Then, nope. I wouldn't even if you weren't writing it down," I chuckled anxiously. "There are things that I can't tell you people, things that are to die with me, if one day I managed the feat of dying," sigh. "Look, I know this is confusing, it is for me as well, I always thought that dragon charmers weren't a thing but myth and now… well, now it seems like I might be one. And mom might have been one as well, though I don't think she knew, I don't think she was crazy enough to sing in the center of the bloody vale to find out."
"Why did that bastard took you there anyway?" Percy groaned.
"Everything that I say has to die here!" I turned my eyes to Elias. "I don't mind if you write it, but you have to promise no one will read it until we're over with our years in here, Elias, until we graduate in the 5th year, okay? Because if any soul hears about this, they will use it against me and possibly you. Besides," I licked my lips and pressed them together, "this will play out for our advantage."
"I promise in the name of my life," he vowed. "But won't Marvor talk to anyone about this? You're rivals or whatever, no?"
"No, because for as long as we are under his wing, he's infuriatingly the one responsible for me and automatically for you. The better our outcome in all this madness and in the falling, the better it'll be for him as our Wing Leader. He wants the top, to remain in it, and funny enough, I and my group, aka you, happen to be his golden ticket to what he wants, so, he'll stay shut about it. Not to me, though, that piece of shit will annoy the fuck out of me because of this," sigh.
"You think whatever this is, might keep us alive in the end?" Albie asked.
"Look," I passed my right hand over my hair, "I can't promise such thing, but as I am now responsible for you, I can promise that I will do my best to keep our entire group, plus Elias, alive, with my life on the line. It's better if I take the blows for you, since I ain't dying from it, but you will have to listen to me and do as I say, with no complaints," I side-eyed Sage.
His skin flushed, "I listened in the bridge, didn't I?"
"Still, you have to promise in the name of your own souls and those you love, that nothing we talk in private, will leave this place!" I said firmly.
"I promise in the name of my soul and all the ones I love!" They chanted.
Sigh, "Alright. So, the doubt of me being or not a charmer? There aren't any doubts, I don't know how or why, but, I am a charmer. I have no control over whatever this is, though. About Velothren, his bond, Mian, was apparently begging him to bring me to her, because she wanted me to sing for her, to calm her down or whatever, and while I was singing, countless others dragons surrounded us. I didn't see them, because I had closed my eyes not to let Mian's terror inducing ability get to me, but I felt it, many strong and adult dragons."
Walking off my bed, I went to where Percy was and sat on his lap, hugging his neck with my arms, as he hugged my waist instantly, not doing anything, just needing the physical contact from him, the warmth he emanates, to feel more alive.
"Don't even think about it," Percy snapped when Katos glared at us.
"As I was saying, if I learn how this… works, how to control it, I would possibly be able to charm adult dragons for all of us. Not just that, as I think it was my singing that avoided the dragons from getting us in the bridge. I mean, me and four idiots I crossed the bridge with. Which might also mean that the red dragon was either attracted to us by my song, or to us by the blood in as splattered with, I am betting on the later though, given those bitches' nature."
"Gracie, I have a question!" Elias rose his hand and I held the laugh in.
"Yes?" I turned my eyes to him.
"Can you tell us what was the deal with the black dragon? What is it that you know about that dragon, that nobody has ever heard of? I mean, I'm from the Von Damme College, and I was drowned in books about all dragons before I came here, but there was no record of such being. And it came for you, didn't it?"
"Well, I wasn't going to ask about it, but I'm also curious," Katos said.
"It's safe to say that we all are," Percy scoffed.
"Yeah," the others agreed.
"How do you even know what it was?" Elias asked again.
"It resonated with me," I said, looking at my nails. "I'm… different."
"What? What is that supposed to mean?" Katos frowned.
"It means that, that dragon, is of void matter," I dropped.
They all paled.