Mass release: 13/15
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Micah Gustavo Avak'yan Montevecchi
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"And the magical word?" She baited her lashes at me.
I clenched my jaw and after a second, I said, "Please, Tara."
Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, when she opened them again, she nodded, "Just because you said please, I'll help," she purred, then turned to the headmaster, turning serious. "There's a dragon laid deep under this mountain, only a dragon can access it, so deep only a dragon can find, it's my secret place. It's huge, like, huge, I believe the dragon who used to live there millennials ago when dragons still enjoyed the surface, was more the thirty meters tall, it's spacious, and its safe to explode in dragon magic in there. I mean, I think so."
"Not the 'I-think-so' again," Nicolas groaned.
"What if you're wrong?" Lawrence asked.
"Hm," she pressed her lips together, "I would probably destroy the entire mountain from inside out and the academy in the process, together with everyone inside it. But there's a 50% chance that won't happen. We ain't working with real data here," she rolled her shoulders. "Blame the seal."
"What was your plan, Tara? Before our approach."
She turned to Katheryn, "The Abdelaal will put up an act after winter break to make me be the impostor, Cleo the secret lost daughter, and Chian the lost son too. Had you not known this, you would all fight me, possibly try to kill me. Cleo intended in staying with Micah to make him kill me when that happened, so, I was counting on it," that made me feel nauseous. "I thought that if he tried to kill me, the seal would break, and I would fuck with everything here, then I would leave and be on the run again, and deal with the demons that would come to me, hoping my grandfather would find me."
"Why would I try to do that?" I gasped.
She turned to me, "Because you hate me and love her?! Had she asked you to, you would do it, because you are the type to do everything to protect those you love, such as sacrificing yourself and killing those who mess with them. I messed with her, so, you would definitely kill me then, if you didn't knew anything. I mean, you would try, unsuccessfully, given that I am a dragon."
"So, Tara," headmaster called her, who met her eyes, "how do we proceed with this? Do you want to keep pretending to,"
"Oh? No. I will keep pretending," with a snap of her fingers, she turned back on to her Chione physical appearance. "I gotta get as much of their gold as I can, so, I'll keep pretending. And I hope that aside from everyone in this room and your mates, since it would be coward of me to ask you to hide it from them, nobody else will get word of what I am, or I'll retaliate. I can't have the Abdelaal knowing this yet, not yet. So, you have to keep acting as if I'm Chione Al-Hilli Abdelaal and not Tara Crowther Moonborn, and as if Cleo wasn't the real Princess but the good girl, even if your act isn't so good. Then when we have free time, we can gather and I'll take you under the mountain."
"How do you do that?" Dean asked. "Change appearance."
"Dragon glamour," she rolled her shoulders. "It was the first thing that my dad taught me when I was like, 3 years old or something, when I awakened and the monsters began to come after us. It hides our true changeling looks, as well as it hides our dragon nature. Not even the Abdelaal know how I actually look like, so, feel privileged, you are. Only me and my dad knew."
"You awakened at 3?" I gasped.
"Mmhm, dad told me I destroyed an entire neighborhood in a small city we were living in Wales, and there were some casualties, but not many, since the neighborhood was nearly fully abandoned, then it became a ghost spot kind of. It was in my 3rd birthday, on the very day I turned 3 years old. According to my dad, I'm the youngest dragon to awaken, points to me, yay," she rose her right fist.
"An entire neighborhood?" Lawrence gasped.
"Better than an entire city, no?" She chuckled.
"What else he taught you?" I asked, and when she turned her eyes to me, I found myself loosing my breath again.
Fuck.
Maybe Ken was right.
Maybe I do have a crush on her.
["You do, and I am right!"]
I glared at him, ["Stop hearing my thoughts."]
["Then stop thinking so loudly."]
This bastard. ["Stop focusing on my mind."]
He grinned wolfishly, ["Why would I do that when I almost never hear you admitting that I am right? I knew you would think that, and I had to hear it. Not that your crush on her wasn't obvious,"] my friend mocked me.
["It's just a crush."]
["At least you're not in the Egypt river anymore."]
What? ["Egypt river?"]
His grin widened, ["De Nile."]
["You did not just say that!"]
["It's funnier since Tara is Egyptian,"] I'm done.
["Shut the fuck up, Ken, just shut the fuck up."]
["She's an Egyptian dragon Princess, mate."]
Oh, Gods. ["Kento!"]
["I bet she can breath fire. Or maybe poison gas."]
["Kento, be quiet, cunt,"] I cursed.
But he didn't. "Can you breath fire?" He asked when she was about to answer my first question. "Or poisonous gas?"
She turned her eyes to him, "I could breath fire even before I awakened, my birth was different since I was born in my changeling form, since I was generated in Nerin's body as she's a mamba, so she had me in the common way, while dad told me that dragons born from dragon mammas were born in their real dragon form. Eggs hatching and all that drama. But as soon as I went to my dad, he told me I first turned when I was three months old, into a big baby dragon. Dragons are all identical when they are babies, we are all golden and with with golden eyes, and we only began to grow different when we are 10 years old, that's when our powers and our form change. Breathing fire for us is like breathing oxygen to you."
"Can you do it?" Kento asked, excited,