Tara Chione Crowther Abdelaal
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Fuck.
What the hell does he thinks he's fucking doing?
"Why would a dragon seal another dragon's magic?" I mocked loud enough for them to notice me. "How would a dragon even sneak inside here. The books say nothing can seal one hundred percent of magic, so, if there is a dragon in here, they would have some. Wouldn't we be able to spot them? I mean, it's a dam dragon, aren't they divine and so superior like they think? There must be a difference between our magic and theirs, no?"
"That's absurd," Cleo hissed loudly at me. "They are probably faking this to corner us, and have a fake reason to attack us. There's no dragon in here, they would never low themselves for it."
"If there were, they would probably act like a nobody who is strong enough to be in top 3," I said, trying to turn the focus to her. "Who knows? It could be Cleo," I mocked loudly. "I doubt any dragon would lower themselves to not be in the top 10 and look like they have fake grades."
"I am a mamba, not a dragon," she hissed at me, "that's blasphemy."
"You're not that important for it to be blasphemy," I mocked.
"Chione," she yelled, "why are you so evil?"
"Evil? There's a dragon hiding between us, and they are letting us all suffer with the demons, instead of going there and fighting, and I'm evil?" I laughed loudly. "Do you even hear yourself? Have you ever even seen a demon like that? Do you even have any idea the danger we're all in?" I mocked, but when I realized what I said, I glared at her.
"Have you seen a high demon?" Micah questioned, suspicious.
I clenched my jaw, "I watched someone die at the hands of one," I said before anyone could say anything, and they all stared at me. "I was 6 years old. Not that any of you could care less about anything like that, either way, since it's related to me and not your beloved Cleo, right?" My voice was bitter, and I was staring directly at Micah, who froze. "They killed each other, but the person was not strong enough to survive the wounds and died, had they not managed that feat, I would have died to. The demon looked starving, it was a white-haired, they feed on souls, and that one seemed to like young souls the most."
"How did your parents let you be in that danger?" The headmaster gasped in horror.
But I just laughed, grimly and bitter, hurt, "Parents. Quite the fancy word, innit? You are a bunch of weak-minded fools," I felt sick, nauseous. "Is this meeting over, headmaster? Like golden boy there said, he's the useful one, the only use I have is my so called family's money, and I don't think money will help in this situation. I'm magically weaker given my birth, and I don't feel like dying in this fight, it's not my fight," it is, actually. "So, I don't see how I could still be useful in,"
"When have you ever been useful, Ta... Chione?" Chian snapped and both me and Cleo glared at him, he glared back at me, "You have no use. You're a dumb bitch, bad at fighting, and your magic is nearly inexistent."
"Someone should help that little baby stop crying about shit he knows nothing off," I hissed. "And you want a tip?" I mockingly glared at the headmaster, who, for once, didn't glare back at me. "Your stupid fighting style will not help in a fight with a high demon, it's made for un-naturals, they are beyond un-naturals. Just like a dragon is their natural rival, our orders are nearly useless. If you don't possess insane magical abilities like the arrogant golden prodigy there," I pointed my sharp golden nail to Micah, "you won't survive. Marlon is only alive because they wanted it like that, not because he's strong, the same goes to 99% of you. The 1% is on luck."
"Hah, it gotta be the apocalypse if you are trying to give orders," Cleo growled.
"Sure, don't listen to me. In fact, go there, all of you together, and die. I'll be genuinely fucking happy. I don't even know why I wasted my time with the low likes of people like you," I scowled, genuinely irritated. "You are a bunch of fools, who only listen what you wanna listen, and only see what you wanna see. So, fuck you all," I gave them both my middle fingers, "I've had enough of your shit. Better you all dying to the high demon, than me. And don't even call me evil, when you all would rather have me dead to it than yourselves, you bunch of disgusting hypocrites. You all disgust me, I'm out of here."
Snapping my fingers, I teleported myself to the underground gold chambers, under the mountain the Academy is built in, which I've found after hunting the place for nine years, keeping in mind all the stories my dad told me of a dragon secret cave that's hidden under the biggest low un-naturals academy, from the time when dragons still tried to live around, until they learned it meant nothing and the other orders would keep destroying the world and trying to manipulate them, or to slay them, even though our weakest is stronger than most of them.
It became my safe place, and it's so deep that nobody can feel me in here, or in the academy, it's as if I vanished from the world to them.
It's purely made of gold, we dragons love gold, and it has a bed made out of pules of gold, and a bathtub filed with melted gold that somehow it's still melted and it does wonders to the skin. There's also a bookshelf in the back full of ancient books on demons, on how to kill them. I taught it all to myself, just in precaution, since the chance of me encounter them out of Hallstein is even higher now.
Unfortunately, there nothing on dragon seals and dragon magic, or anything like that. There are books on how to build things with gold though, it's entertaining. Especially given how it's all handwritten from millennials ago.
But I want to re-read them until I have each word in the tip of my tongue.
It's Saturday, I can stay away for longer today.
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It was 21:37 when I returned to the tower.
But when I did, to my annoyance, Cleopatra and Chian were both waiting for me there, angry out of their minds. And when they saw me, they jumped from the couch in the hall that divides my dorm and hers. Hah, I should have stayed there for the night, but I was too hungry.
"Where in the bloody fucking pits of hell, have you been, Tara?" Chian nearly screamed.