Chapter 57 CHAPTER 57
With Florian gone, I really didn't have anywhere else to go after the day's studying and I was kind of running away from Zade as well.
Principal Draco still appeared at random spots, watching me, engorging my clit with that tense stare of his but I remembered he was actually not letting me read that book so I refused to let my mind think of him naked again. My dream didn't give a damn about what I wanted though.
Also, the doctor didn't come as promised and since Kovar disappeared ever since he attacked me, the weeks after were quite blissful, I completely forgot what I was trying to achieve or why I was going to the library in the first place.
I allowed myself get swallowed up in all the training – the swimming, the fighting, the running – they were all things I suddenly found myself enjoying.
Even right now as I sat through Dragon Theory class, I was able to ask questions, reasonable ones not what are their scales made of, a question that got me laughed at when I started here.
“That's a lovely question Alira,” Mistress Tessa smiled, “many people still don't understand what makes a dragon choose them. First of all, you have to be worthy of carrying such a strong connection and I can already hear your mind whirring, wondering how? Is it by training so hard you nearly pass out? Is it by being kind?” She shook her head, making me frown.
“What then?” Akua snapped, her voice showing slight irritation.
“A dragon rider's blood must match that of his or her dragon.”
“Wait, what?” Students buzzed with questions, discovering this fact like a piece of a puzzle.
“If it's not determined by us, why then are we training for an entire year? Is that how we developed the blood?” Wren, the boy with small, almost human ears asked, a tremble in his voice.
“Great question Wren, but see it this way. You're born with your blood type, predestined, written in stone. In fact, you and your dragon and conceived the same day, and while your mother gives birth to you in six months, a dragon egg is layed in six but hatches in two years. While the dragon is being trained to fly, to fight, to conquer by their tribe, some of you are chasing around excitement, being weak and bony. No dragon wants to die because they're connected to a weakling. That is why you will be picked, and thrown to the rocks. When your dragon evaluates your fear, and sees that you're not going to get them killed, then they'll swoop in and save you.”
“I still can't believe this is a do or die affair,” I breathed, ready to give up once more, like a hundred times before.
“It's not Alira, there are healing pools underneath you but that's for those who don't die from the fall.”
“Still a do or die affair, right?”
She smiled as she shook her head.
“There's nothing to be scared of, you guys are one of the best sets I've taught. It's like there's something in the water. In three and a half months, you'll be ready to find your dragon, and you must ensure that you're deserving of them. When you get thrown down, don't panic, think of happy things and who knows, you might even get picked by two! I've heard it happen before,” she giggled excitedly and the class erupted into conversations.
“You're not supposed to be filling their head with such nonsense Miss Tessa.”
Everyone's head turned to the door and I could feel the palpable heat pouring from everyone.
“Master Zade,” the instructor greeted, her voice shaky, “I apologize for stepping out of line.”
“You all can return to the library from morning till two in the afternoon. I don't want you all becoming dullards.”
Then his eyes caught mine and held it.
“See you soon.”
And then he was gone.
Was he talking to me? Did he come here to…
I stopped that train of thought immediately. The Instructor that gave everyone including other teachers a frightening chill didn't come out of his sanctuary to come ask me to see him.
Right?
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Everyone else would be going tomorrow in the morning.
So tonight, I'll go do some innocent, fourth aisle research. Hopefully I'm not delusional and he doesn't throw me out for running off after he confessed his feelings for me.
I still feel like a douche, but I just couldn't get over my experience with my ex husband.
It felt like allowing anything else happen will ruin the beautiful friendship I have with Zade.
I mean, what if he gets violent too? I'm stronger now, but not defending myself against Zade level of strong.
He could chew me up and spit me out in seconds.
We were all about to leave for the cafeteria when another surprise walked into the classroom.
“Sorry I'm late Miss ,” Kovar groaned, his face beat in, his eyes swollen and his body in bandages.
It wasn't healing.
“It's Mistress Tessa and why are you dripping blood on the floors? Go to the healers!”
“I'm not… I'm not allowed to go.”
“By who?!”
“The Princi..pal and the…” he trailed off, like his brain stopped feeding him information.
“Go back to your hostel, where are your friends? Someone come take him.”
No one moved an inch.
I looked at the boys that joined him in beating me up and they were all doodling, literally, and I suddenly realized something must have happened.
Principal Draco had figured out it was Kovar that hurt me and now, I was going to have to be extra careful to avoid getting murdered in my sleep.
But that was a problem for whenever he got healed, I still had tonight to walk freely and my legs were taking me to the library.
I didn't even finish my food, it felt like the second I allowed the thought take root, my entire system was desperate to go find out if he was seeking me out or I was imagining it.
Gosh, I'd missed him so much.
Spending all the time training even when others weren't was in a bid to avoid thinking about him.
And Master Florian.
Also Principal Draco.
I still couldn't make up my mind and I felt terrible for this.
I'd met other handsome people, teachers, students and seniors alike, even other soldiers, and none made me feel like I was literally on fire.
So when I walked into the library, I didn't know how to go about this.
But I stopped after the fourth aisle and silence reigned.
I picked up a book and went to a corner and sat.
Waiting.