Of Dragon Blood (6)

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Weeks flew by as Shaleter trained me. The house also contained others, people less powerful than me, but impossibilities none the less. They came and went, most either not wanting to stay or were lying about their abilities. With each new arrival, the grumpy doorman became more and more irritated. We trained in the grass field behind the cottage. The woods surrounding the meadow give me an odd sense of tranquility, enough to let me focus on my abilities. Mama was wrong, I was different, but I won’t get the opportunity to tell her.

The thought of Mama sends my mind back through memories of home. Nalin and Mareyna running through the trees as Papa and I try to catch them. Nathan finding a new seed he hasn’t seen before. But something was off with my memories. Something in the background; there in sight but not physically. Like feeling someone watch you but no ones there. A shadow hiding in the background. I stopped focusing on my memories and instead tried to pinpoint the oddity. My flashback changed to a vision, one of my family being herded away by black-suited men on giant wolves. The orchard around them was a blazing inferno and the forest beyond was shrouded with smoke. Before I could see if the awful sight was true, it flashed away just as it had come. I clutched my head in pain. A stifled scream left my lips as I crumpled to the ground.

The door to my room swept open and the house’s maid rushed in. Fragile fingers picked me up and put me in a sitting position. My eyes were squeezed shut against the world. I knew one thing, and that was that it was time to go home.

“I’m okay, just some, uh, visions again,” I reassured the maid. I got up and left the room, leaving behind the pale green and using my internal map of the house to find where Shaleter might be. Usually, he stays in the front two rooms where all the random stuff is. That’s where I go first and not be disappointed. Shaleter and the old man were talking to a tall woman. Her long, fiery red locks cascaded down her back and the look in her emerald eyes almost made me stop at the entry arch. But I didn’t want my first impression to look like I was a coward. I straightened my back, put a stern look on my face, and tried to hide I was having a panic attack for my family who could be hundreds of miles away by now. That is, of course, if what I saw wasn’t a mind trick. Something told me not to brush it off, though.

Shaleter smiled as I approached and introduced me to the newcomer, “This is Airainne, the only abilitied to stay here longer than two months. Airainne, this is Jeniela. She has come to seek help with-“

“Actually, I don’t need the help of a man who does magic tricks for a living or a glorified farm girl. If it were up to me, I would have fled the country already.” Even her voice seemed like she wanted to burn the world down. Shaleter was obviously offended by her joke and did a terrible job of hiding it. I didn’t let her phase me. Instead, I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well then leave. No one’s keeping you here,” I say as I turn on my heal and leave. Halfway down the hall, I remember why I went downstairs in the first place. I groaned as I turned around, but I didn’t want to see Jeniela again so I retired for the night.

The light faded against the green walls while I watched the ceiling, waiting for hours to tick by and hopefully drag sleep along with them. Sometime after the sun had completely set, the door opened slowly and just wide enough for someone to slip through. Shaleter came in with a candle in his hand and a book in the other.

“Did you want to talk to me earlier?”

“Yes, I had another vision.” Despite the fact there were no other people down this hallway, I felt the need to whisper.

“Describe it,” he said as he opened his book and took out a feather pen.

So I did, I described the whole vision in as much detail as I could. Each mention of another name made my heart ache, but I needed to tell Shaleter what happened because he was my only hope in understanding myself. After I was finished, Shaleter stood and said, “Interesting,” and left. Dumbfounded on his lack of helpfulness, I lay back down and tucked myself under the covers.

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