“It’s the first time you are with me and welcome to Bonds. I’m professor Pheizer and will teach you everything there is to know about Dragon bonds. What makes dragons tick and how the Dragonians who tamed them blends in with them. It’s quite a beautiful symbiotic relationship. So for the dragons, the Dragonians are not your property and for the Dragonians, they are not your pet.”
She dragged a couple of sniggers from the students around me.
“You will even learn what happens when a Dragonian Ascend. It’s a magical time for them. And all of you are going to ascend closer to your sixteenth birthday. Sometimes it takes longer.
“We’ll also discuss Dents and why their bonds are so strong, even though it’s a lot of speculation as you will never get a dragon that is part of a dent to reveal what truly happens to them.” Her eyes scanned over us as a grin formed on her lips. “They are rare, but I can tell you there is one dent sitting with you in this class and I got a feel for a second one.”
A second one.
“Still speculating though, but a feeling.”
I raised my hand.
“Yes, Elena.”
“I thought dents are rare?”
“They are, but the more darker the times are, the more there seem to be. Makes you wonder what it is they have to face.”
More shit. I laid back in my chair. Everyone twittered among each other.
She sure made the class magical, the way she carried on about the different bonds. At least some people have choices.
When the bell rang, we went for lunch.
I struggled to choose as the choices of today’s menu were hard. There were pastas and so many stews, with roasts and vegetables. The smell of honey, garlic, chili, and cheese sauce caressed my nostrils. My stomach grumbled.
I found a seat closest to the buffet. A few girls greeted me, and I smiled, telling them my name. They immediately spoke about other things, ignoring me again. I should’ve started on Monday. It was going to be so hard to make friends.
I used the last few minutes to get dressed in my training outfit for Art of War.
My face lit up when my second tutor, Mia, stood in the middle of the training arena. She walked up to me and planted a kiss on each cheek. “I heard Micha is relentless.”
I raised my eyes at her. “Relentless is a kind word.”
Mia laughed. “Go sit.”
A couple of students stared at me as I took a seat on the first step next to Vivian, who shared a room with me.
“You know the professor?”
I nodded but didn’t elaborate on how I knew her.
“Okay, so who is ready to take the podium today.”
A boy with blond hair in the third step jumped up.
“Why am I not surprised,” Mia said, and the students chuckled. Her eyes landed on me. “Elena, you ready to take him on?”
“She’s a girl,” the boy said.
“Oh, are you afraid of a girl, Collin?”
“No.” His lips curved. “I can’t hurt a girl.”
“Yeah, villains don’t have preferences of genders.”
I got up and walked to the podium.
