Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Liora’s POV

Almost as soon as I got home, my mother summoned me to her office.

So, there I was, standing in the middle of her office as usual, but this time, I did not look intimated or scared. In fact, I couldn’t even care less what she thought, felt or had to say. I was way too distracted by the things Kysen had said.

“Are you listening to me?” Her agitated tone suddenly cut through my train of thoughts and I stared at her blankly.

“No” I blurted out, before my brain could work.

I watched as she slowly started to get angry by the second.

“No?” She asked and I nodded.

“I'm not listening to you, mother, and right now, I can't. My head is so messed up and my mind is all over the place. You would have noticed that if you were a good mother. But you're not. In fact, you are a terrible mother. You complain and order me around every time, and I always comply, but this time, I can't even bring myself to listen to you at all. So, if you would excuse me, mother, I need air.” I completely ignored the look on her face and basically stormed out of her office.

What I had done did not hit me until the door to my room shut behind me.

“Shit” I blurted, before I slapped my hand over my mouth. Did I just… curse?

Still reeling from one shock, I stumbled on another. I had never cursed in my entire life. But even more shocking, I just talked back to my mother. And as if that was not bad enough, I walked out on her.

The panic set in immediately and I began pacing the length of my room, as the things I said circled through my head.

Why did I say all that? What came over me? How was I supposed to fix this? What was she going to do to me?

“Quit that” Vyrmoth warned, clearly getting annoyed.

“Quit what?” I asked, as I ran my hands through my now matted hair, courtesy of Vyrmoth basically drowning me.

“Pacing. Quit pacing, and overthinking. You said what you needed to, don't back out now.” He said.

I grunted before walking to my vanity, grabbing a brush off my table with more aggression than necessary and running it through my hair in sections.

“I'm just scared of what she'll do” I stated and I could almost swear that he scoffed.

He was annoyed, I could feel it. I hated how his emotions always became mine.

I was even more desperate to be trained.

“What could she possibly do?” Vyrmoth asked, as I brushed through the last section. His question sent a ripple of shivers down my spine.

What could she do?!

My insides felt hot all of a sudden, and I slammed my brush on the table, half in anger and half in annoyance.

The annoyance was Vyrmoth’s, but the anger was definitely mine. It was frustrating that I couldn't separate our emotions at all.

I froze in shock as a long crack spread across the middle of my vanity.

I raised my brush as I checked it for any sharp edges that could cause such extreme damage.

Nothing.

I frowned. Maybe the force I used was more than I thought?

But that was almost impossible. My vanity was made from one of the finest woods in Mythgaard, Aetheroak, and it was super strong. Thrones, castle doors, war tables, weapons, royal furniture…

Name it. Aetheroak was everywhere.

Every piece of furniture in the house was made from the finest materials that exist in the kingdom. My mother made sure. She was the queen after all.

The point is, it was super odd that I managed to crack one of the hardest woods ever.

Besides the fact that I'm definitely not strong enough, given my size, there's also the fact that even heavier stuff has fallen on it and this didn't happen.

I shook my head as if it could get rid of my thoughts. Whatever, that was not what mattered at that moment.

“It does matter. You are beginning to possess part of my powers” Vyrmoth suddenly said and goosebumps sprouted across my skin in excitement.

No way.

I'm super strong?

“How's that even possible? I haven't started learning how to connect with you” I argued.

“Sometimes, strong emotions trigger it. Just now, it was anger. But it's really important for you to learn how to control it. You can't depend on your emotions every time. It's dangerous. Besides, that's just one power.” He said and I sighed, as I relaxed my body into my bed.

“Do I really have to learn with Kysen?” I asked and Vyrmoth hummed in response.

“Yes, little one. He's very qualified, and he cares for you a lot, so he wouldn't hurt you. You can't trust anyone, because most of your kind and mine dislike you. The only person you can trust for now, is Kysen.” He explained, but it was hard for me to even fathom, especially since I couldn't really let go of the past.

For me, it was just yesterday that we were still at each other's necks and now, he cares for me?

And I should trust him?

“He cried for you, little one. Do not be stubborn” Vyrmoth said.

I shut my eyes as I considered it all.

I didn't get why he would cry for me. It all felt like a really bad lie.

“You know very well that dragons cannot lie,” he said and I swallowed.

True.

That was the scary part.

My thoughts circled back to his words.

“We're not our families, Liora. We don't have to hate each other”

Vyrmoth started getting impatient and I started feeling it too.

Ugh.

That was all I needed to push me to make a decision.

“Fine, I'll let him train me,” I announced.

“Good” he responded, and although it was minimal, like he tried to hide it, I felt a sliver of relief course through my veins.