Then there was the Sun-Blast. They were red and had an obsession with virgins and gold. Anything of value was like a magnet to them. They breathed a red flame that carried a blue hue.
There was the Green-Vapor that can persuade anything that owned a heartbeat. Tanya was a Green-Vapor, and they could easily take memories away. She backfired with me because she panicked when she tried to take away mine. Some would say she was too close to the project. She loved me too much and took a bit more away than she intended. They also breathed a green fog that was fatal. The fog was similar to chloroform or another type of chloroform as that gas didn’t have a color, but a Green Vapor’s chloroform had. Their scales were green.
Last of the Chromatics were the Snow Dragon. Blake’s dragon was a snow dragon. They were the smallest of all the dragons and breathed a chilling frost that turned everything into ice. They were extremely smart and cunning. Blake’s ability was ice? I would’ve never guessed that, as I remembered the warmth that came from him when I traveled back to Paegeia.
He was like a furnace. Must be a contradiction thing.
The Metalics were the nobles of the beasties, the good, kind hearted type. Their nature was peaceful, and they didn’t need a rider to keep them good.
The Swallow Annex scales were silver, and they got their name because of their wings that were in the same shape as a swallow. Their ability was healing. Most of Paegeia’s doctors were Swallow Annexes.
The next beasty was a Fin-Tail, and their scales were pure gold. Paegeia deemed them as the wise dragons as they were just as intelligent as the Snow Dragon. Some say even more.
Dad was a Copper-Horn. He refused to show me his form, and I brushed my finger over the picture. Two horns laid on top of his head. He was big, one of the big three dragons, and they loved riddles and theories. Plenty of them went into finance or law.
The fourth dragon was the Fire-Tail. They breathed an orange flame with a red hue. They had big lips with the most beautiful tail that finned out at the end.
The last one was the Crown Tail. They were bronze and they can actually show a person their past with one touch or gain their truth, but they said it was fatal to humans. Only dragons could take that blow.
The last beasty was the alpha, the Rubicon. His scales were a funny purple, red color. He had many tendrils around his neck and on top of his head that looked like snakes. It was his mane and apparently they were very sensitive. Could it be the weakness Mia didn’t want to tell me about? But why would she say that it wouldn’t do me any good? Nothing made sense with this beast.
I remembered him laying in front of the castle that weekend, especially that one night when I looked at him and he looked straight at me.
What had gone through his thoughts? Did he even know it was me?
He was more complicated than the other beasties. He had all their abilities, but they deemed him more Chromatic than Metallic. The Rubicons before him all went dark and almost ended up destroying the world.
They had discovered how important humans born with the mark were to the beasties and had discovered that the Rubicon must have had a true rider too.
I wished it wasn’t me.
The Bonds and Dent subjects were as complicated as the beasties themselves. They said that a beasty that was part of a Dent would never reveal what strengthened the bond. There was some sort of process that knocked them out for a period, sometimes weeks, and then when they woke up, they had this weird fascination with their rider. They called that a Dent. It smelled like a lot of hocus to me.
Beasties loved deeper and were more in tune with their emotions. They would die for their Dragonian. They wouldn’t be able to survive without their riders and when it was opposites, they always but always ended up together as a couple. But like I previously read, it was a rare finding.
I was looking forward to the essence section, learning all about what happens that makes dragons reach the age of hundreds of years, some even thousands.
To live a thousand years seemed like such a long time. But it was one subject my mind struggled to process. Maybe learning about it would help me understand and process it faster.
Tomorrow Lucian would come back from Dragonia. He told me last Sunday he was going to introduce me to something wicked that might help me process the beasties better.
I couldn’t wait.
I trainedFriday afternoon with Mia. She was a machine. How on earth could she have so much energy?
My legs wobbled as she depleted mine.
An applause came from the door as I was once more on my back.
“Mia, you are relentless.”
“Me, never.” She reached down for my hand and helped me up.
I showed her the time out sign and she laughed as she handed me a bottle of water.
“Let’s call it a day. Besides, it’s Friday. You need a break.”
“Are you serious? Oh, man, I can kiss you right now.”
