Chapter 30 CHAPTER 30
FLORIAN'S POV
‘I'm going to have serious words with Draco after this,’ I grumbled as I changed into my training outfit.
A loose fire-resistant pant with a tank top that showed my tattoos. I wore them like a trophy, they felt like one too.
They were pains that I chose to endure, not forced upon me like everything else.
I got out of my quarter, looking at the other side that housed two other instructors. Females that I've become enemies with because I chose not to sleep with them.
It was obvious this realm was defiant in making me do what I didn't want to, hellbent on taking away my free will.
Just like this letter telling me to train some new girl who fell through the sky from another world.
And Draco knew exactly how days like this usually ended for me. Saddling me with a burden that anyone else could have dealt with was unacceptable. Anyways, I'm just going to teach her a few things today and hand her off to someone else. I will be off to the war front soon anyway.
I ignored the scoff from the next house, we were divided by a short fence that one could easily climb without effort, small enough for disgruntled females to express their distaste for a male who dared deny their advances.
It was unheard of in Drakkonia. Men chased, hard and long.
So if a woman decides to forgo the tradition and offer herself to you, most men would be excited.
But women didn't throw themselves at me because they wanted a soulmate to cling to forever, they just wanted experience.
I gave in when I could, but I had rules and neighbours were a no-go.
I increased my speed, enjoying the feeling of the wind in my hair as I made my feet light on the ground and headed towards the training ground.
I expected the student to already be there, eager to get caught up on the training she must have missed out on, not just since the Academic year began but I doubt humans were as strong as we are.
But to my disappointment, the closer I got to the training ground Draco had instructed me to use, the clearer it was that I would have to teach her punctuality alongside everything else on my plate.
I slowed down, opening the gate to the open field, and looked at the empty training centre that we used every evening.
I avoided it as much as I was allowed to, so one advantage of this was that I could use it on my own, without eyes staring at my ears as though they could manifest the pointed ones we spent time as warriors fighting.
They couldn't, it was permanently concealed on my end, Mother had taught me before I learnt how to run on my own feet, it was like breathing now.
I wandered around the field, stretching, allowing my Chi spread freely from my soul to my body.
Done with all the pre-workout stretch-out routines in my head, I felt anger and irritation rising up to my neck.
What type of person doesn't show up on time for something as important as this?
Concluding that I'd earned the right to just call it a no-show, I began heading back the way I'd come.
I was a few minutes on the path leading away from the center when I felt that unusual tug grip at my neck, pulling me backwards harshly.
So strong that I stumbled.
Then it disappeared, as if I'd imagined it.
Zephyr who had disconnected from my head to be with his woman suddenly clicked back in, looking for something through my eyes.
I followed the direction of the fading pull and increased my pace, but also pushed by him and confused by all of this.
I had no idea what was happening but my instincts have always saved me in the past and right now, my nose was saying things I wanted and my feet were following my dragon's lead.
Until a body slammed into my body, spreading tingles all over my body, awakening something volatile, something I couldn't name.
And then he disconnected, the traitor.
She had the most luscious purple hair and her skin glowed a translucent olive colour and her eyes.
Stars!
The most beautiful shade of emerald green, blinking rapidly in the night.
I felt things I've never felt before, and I immediately shoved it down, this wasn't the time for anything that wasn't black and white in my life.
“Lost Princess?”
She's insufferable.
But the way she called me Master, the way her eyes lit up when she was being ferocious, and the way she smelled even after a clearly stressful day, well, let's say I would try my best not think about any of these.
But the second I noticed her Chi was blocked, I felt pity and then a powerful surge of protective energy poured from inside of me.
Which was silly because I can't protect myself, can't stand up for myself, how can I do that for someone else?
So I helped in the only way I could and helped her unblock her powers and it was so overwhelming that it threw me across the field.
She seemed so unaffected, unaware of the power living in her veins.
I didn't tell her, I didn't want to scare her, but filed the information away for Draco later.
He'll need to pay attention to this spitfire of a woman if he doesn't want to burn this place down to the ground.
Yes, I know the academy is fireproof but what she carried wasn't normal and she wasn't even strong yet.
Her body still shied away from embracing what it truly owned and it would take a lot of time to get her comfortable with the power she possessed.
I proceeded with the training as though nothing happened, as though I wasn't aware that something astronomical was unfolding right before me.
“Punch me,” I command, trying to see how much work she needed.
I watched her try, an abysmal effort that almost pissed me off. I didn't even have to move away from her, she had miscalculated my position and was hurtling toward the ground beside me.
I pulled her back more on indistinct than kindness honestly, and that tingling feeling came back again and I recoiled as though poked with sharp needles.
But I noticed her flinch, her body defending certain parts of her body.
I looked at her, wondering if my suspicions were unfounded.
“I know you can do better than that,” I said, “there's no way your home planet is filled with such weakness.”
She swallowed a retort that I could tell was coming, that I was hoping for, and tried again, her fist brushing against my arm, not connecting but closer than before.
But it was there, a strain that showed something was happening and I felt that ugly feeling burrow deep inside me again.
Someone was hurting her.
“Go home Princess,” I spat, “we'll pick this up tomorrow when you are better rested.”
“Really?”
“Don't sound too excited,” I grunted but she was already on her way.
I watched as she left, her movements laboured, her weakness colliding with the pain in her body and making movement a painful act.
Zephyr literally snapped at me as he connected back at me and I nearly rolled my eyes as I went after her.
I picked her off the ground and threw her screaming form over my shoulder and ran towards the path that led back to their hostels.
Ignoring whatever riot that was happening in my stomach.