Tara Chione Crowther Abdelaal
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I know this perfume by now, it's one of his favorite, Bitter Peach by Tom Ford, and it's no short of addicting.
He has three favorite perfumes: this one, Hermessence Ambre Narguile by Hermès which is cinnamon with honey and rum scented, and Rouge Privé by Guerlain which is patchouli with vanilla and leather scented. And his family happens to own both Tom Ford, Guerlain, and Hermès, all because he adores it, and they are rich enough. But the one that's most his by now is Bitter Peach, which he uses normally.
The Hermès one he uses solely in tests days, while he uses the Guerlain's when he goes out on dates just because Cleo loves the scent of patchouli with vanilla and leather, and he began to use it for her. I know because I've passed by them on dates, as she made sure to have date where I could see, to hit me, since she doesn't really love him. She's just using him to hurt me, and she knows it works, but thankfully she acts as if I hated both of them, and not just her.
"...and she's here, headmaster," I snapped out of it as he spoke loud and clear to the headmaster who's standing in the platform of the auditorium, after he teleported to sit right next to Cleo, circling her straight waist with his big arm, she has no curves at all, neither does Nerin, I probably got mine from dad's side, because he was absolutely gorgeous.
"Thank you, Micah, I know it was a annoying request to you," the headmaster exclaimed, and everyone who is able to rub two brain cells knows she's mocking me.
She's always mocking me, I hate her. Damned dark elf.
"Now that all of the four high classes are present, with all the enrolled students, it's time to get serious," and she did, actually turn serious. "I'll be straightforward. The attacks of the demons have been happening frighteningly more frequent, and around the barrier of the academy. But we're still trying to figure out the problem."
As a wise women once said: It's me, I, I'm the problem, it's me.
"And it's not just low or mid demons, high demons are roaming around too, we've been avoiding direct combat with those, and they seem to be observing instead of attacking. As you all have been taught, attacking a high demon who hasn't attacked you first is almost suicide. Their natural enemies are the divine dragons, and they have never really been that much interest in un-naturals like us, and since the dragons look down on all races and don't live around any of us, and refuse to even acknowledge our Academy, it makes no sense that high level demons are here. They aren't even the highest grade and they are destructive in a catastrophic class."
Panic spread around all of the students, and I struggle to keep calm, even down my heart is beating so hard it's nearly jumping out of my ribcage. After all, I am the problem, I am the one causing the havoc outside.
Why? Well, because I am a dragon, thanks to my dad. Not half, like one would think given that my mother isn't a dragon, but that's not how it works for us, we don't mix, we change but don't mix, so, I'm a dragon, but a kind of dragon that was never seen before, according to what dad told me. Spending so long out of their realm when they are born in there, is bad for them, hence why dad wasn't in his best form when he fought for me, plus the fact that he was fighting while protecting me.
"There are high level demons around?" Kento, Micah's childhood best friend, a winter wolf, top 3, asked exasperated.
Low and mid level demons are like real monsters, physically monstrous, a headache to kill but very killable. Now, high level demons take a changeling form, they look like us, but their skin is sickly pale, their veins are visible and black, and their eyeballs are entirely black, if they have pitch black hair, they aren't the strongest, but if they have silver white hair, they are the hardest to deal with. Smart, but not genius, and extremely sharp and lethal, as well as very, very, very bloody hard to kill.
Now, upper and arch demons, are on a whole other level entirely. Upper demons may look normal at eye level, but they smell like death, their breath is smoky and dark, and you can sense the desire to kill emanating from them, they are smarter but the type to go berserk, and that's when they are extremely dangerous, even for a dragon. Now, arch demons? There is a reason there's only 7 of them, there were once 10, the three that died were destroyed by the hands of dragons of highest level, all from my dad's bloodline. Only elder dragons can fight them.
It's been centuries since the last one died, and they are the most lethal and dangerous type of being existent, to all the races, including dragons. Dad told me that even dragons are to beware them. They are alive, feel everything, in control of their power, extremely intelligent beings, they can pamper with one's soul, and the most dangerous thing about them is that they can walk among you and if they don't want that, you will never know they are there. Only elder experienced dragons can tell them apart with one look.
But to the people here, just a high demon would be an absurd threat, and could easily kill one hundred kids in one go. If there's more than one, it's even worse.
Could the seal be weakening?
"Yes, Kento, we've counted five," the headmaster said, and the fear in her voice sent me chills.
FIVE? For fuck's sake. It can't be because of me. There must be another season, or,
Marlon Henderson, the headmaster's right arm, popped out of a portal, bleeding, one arm gone, beaten up and bruised, and everyone but me screamed. "They want... the dragon..." he cried, struggling to breath.
"What happened to you?" The headmaster cried.
"One of the... high demons... got me... when I was... smoking outside... and... he said... they will leave... after we give them... the dra-dragon," he cried, and more than six seniors with healing magic ran to him, to help him.
"What dragon?" The headmaster screamed. "There's no dragon in here. No dragon would ever low themselves to he here with us. We would know... we would,"
"It's hiding... in here..." he cried, wincing in pain. "They said... they can feel it... they said... the dragon is maturing... above... 20 years old... a kid... here..."
Fucking bastard.
"What?" Everyone began to enter in despair, staring at each other in horror and fear, suspicious.
So, I just sat down, arms above my chest and crossed, and kept watching them, glad that no one was looking at me. That is, until his eyes came to me, and I swear I stopped breathing, my anxiety rocketing, I stayed frozen, staring back, and when he moved his head to Marlon, he seemed furious. "A dragon cannot hide their immense power."
"He said... their magic is... sealed... sealed by a dragon... they have a seal... a dragon seal... somewhere... in their body," the bastard.