I flicked my hair lightly as I stood at the doorway to the Hall. The door clicked as a giant man answered the knock she had made. He was a Red jeweled butler – hadn't seen one of those in ages. Then again – who in there right mind would hire one?
Well, the obvious answer was the High Lord.
I nodded to the butler as he stiffened at my sent.
Yes well, I'm a hybrid – one of a kind. My sent screamed 'danger!' to anyone who came close enough.
My mother was the Dragon Queen, my sire was her Consort. Strangely enough, I am stuck in human form, but am able to retain a dragon form if I choose to.
Haven't seen my parents in ages.
By ages I mean….ah…a millennia or two?
Two probably.
Hiding in Ebon Evaska is easier than it sounds – if you know where to hide.
"I have come to request a visit to see…" how to describe Draca and Lorn? "Old acquaintances." I said softly.
The butler's jaw jutted out and he snarled lightly.
"You have no appointment."
I smiled a small smile.
"Actually, I do. I have come to see Lorn and Draca."
The butler frowned. After a while he stubbornly nodded.
I stepped in and suddenly felt the Dark Power in the room, and I welcomed it. It felt like finally being home, a celebration and like my parents were in the very room all at once.
I breathed in deeply.
I could to this every day.
"In here." The butler snarled. I'm pretty sure he's having a spear thread conversation with someone.
I followed him through door after door, room after room and snarling servant after cowering servant.
Finally, he lead me to a door, which when he opened lead to a spiraling downwards staircase.
The butler stood at the door, his face a poker mask.
I shrugged it off.
After millennia's of watching the Blood, I knew what they were thinking from their gestures.
His basically said, "She can't possibly have an appointment with them, because you can't do that from the outside. So in the end she'll have to leave or meet the High Lord."
So to him, either way I get kicked out.
I walked slowly down the staircase.
I had forever after all.
I opened the thick door at the bottom of the stairs.
Two big ancient pairs of eyes met me as soon as I walked in, followed by a strong sent of dark power.
Daughter. A deep voice rumbled.
You are finally home.
I hugged the thick scales and beamed at Lorn.
"Yes." I said.
"Yes, I am, aren't I?"
2.
I climbed the dark stairs to meet the annoyingly snobby butler.
He was a great butler. The SaDiabo were lucky to have him.
The butler smiled politely and bowed.
"That went well." I smiled.
He shifted and stared out the doors of this room.
"I assume your conversation went very well, Mad' am. Now that your visit is over I will direct you to the exit." He started walking off.
"That's not necessary." I informed him.
I followed after him anyway, even after he stopped startled.
"Excuse me, but you are not the one to decide that. The High Lord –"
"Does not make all the decisions here. I'm sure he can accommodate me in a spare room, as Lorn and Draca wish." I said firmly.
The butler look liked someone had hit him.
"Of course." He said through clenched teeth.
I stifled a sigh.
He, like every other Blood in the Hall that has smelt me, probably wouldn't like the idea of something dangerous staying in the Hall.
"What's your name?" I asked while he was leading me up to higher levels.
"Beal." He said stiffly.
"I'm Larea." I guess he wasn't expecting me to say my name, but I was going to stay here for a while so he would have found out sooner or later.
He eventually opened a door to our right.
He bowed while eyeing me.
He left as I peeped into the room.
It was quiet large, for a bedroom. It was painted a deep red, with a queen size bed with the same colours. There where a few paintings hanging lightly on the walls.
It had a joined white bathroom too, but the looks of the open door halfway across the room.
I heard the butler walk off as he headed of the stairs that lead downstairs.
"Everything has a price." He mumbled, most likely to himself.
I smiled.
Yes. And I have a feeling that soon, I'll find out what he means.
3.
All my personal clothes and objects from centuries after centuries were now packed in all the cupboards I had vanished from past hotels, and were now stacked near my bed.
I peeked outside the window and saw a beautiful garden settled near a brick wall, surrounded by a lot of other windows from other rooms.
I decided to lock the window with a Dragon shield – unbreakable, unless there were other Dragons here.
The sun was just setting over the mountains to the West, and I had a feeling it would be dinner soon.
I set clothes on my bed that I was going to wear to dinner.
I had a rule someone had taught me long ago - always make good first impressions.
So I was going to wear a white dress that was held up with a cord of cloth around the back of my neck. The dress twisted until it reached my ankles – nothing showing.
I always hid my birth right jewel in the space between my breasts. No one is ever going to see it and no one ever has – except for my parents, of course.
I pulled my snow white hair into a pony tail and steeped through the wall using Craft.
Time for some exercise.
I swiftly air walked of the balcony and down to the grass below. I looked up to see that my room was on the 4th floor.
Joy.
I floated past the garden when I felt the hair on my neck prickle. All my instincts told me I was being watched.
I slowed to a stopped and looked around.
No one was here, obviously.
I expanded my senses.
There were more than a few couples that I ignored for privacy in their bedrooms. Other than that, there where maids and servants walking around the Hall. The man I presumed from his smell was the High Lord was in his study talking to a little boy and an older man. Two highly strong dark smells were coming from the first floor, where there was a conversation happening.
On of them was Witch, which surprisingly didn't startle me – she belonged here and my parents had told me all about her. The man next to her was Sadi. A perfect match if you ask any dragon.
Around them were what I presumed was Witches' First Circle.
But there was nothing and no one around me.
In fact the closest living thing to me is a pair of kindred Scelt wolves, and they where 42 meters away.
I turned around again and summoned my ancient sword. It was made from dragon scales that had taken 107 years to melt in a burning hot forge. It's as light as a feather and in un breakable.
I twirled it around in my finger tips before purposely dropping it.
I picked it up again in slow deliberate movements.
I hope the person watching me got a good, long look at my sword.
Because if they came near me they won't live to see another day.
4.
Strangely enough, I have this gut feeling its dinner time.
Maybe I'm just hungry because I haven't eaten in a month and a half. I shouldn't be that hungry though – I've gone four months with out food before.
I turned and headed back towards the keep.
Thankfully, the "Your being watched." Feeling went away as soon as I reached the Northern forest line.
I slipped into my room, had a shower and got dressed.
It's defiantly dinner time – I can hear everyone moving about.
There was a quiet knock on my door while I was slipping my shoes on.
I walked the seven or so steps to the door and opened it. Opposite my door, leaning on the wall was a tall dark hair man. He was from on of the long lived races, obviously – dark hair, golden eyes and tanned skin. His cat like charm suited his Erin body.
He glowered at me, and after a while leaned of the wall.
I could feel him rise to the killing edge the closer he got to me.
He sucked in a breath and his eyes turned deadly.
"I'm Daemonar and I'll be your escort for today."
I nodded appreciatively. He stiffened and I new he was expecting an attack.
He looked to young to handle escorting me – at any second he could crack and lash out at me. I needed someone move…experienced.
He only looked 18.
Then again, for all I know he could be thousands of years old.
His jaw jutted out and he held up his arm as a sign of politeness. He watched every move I made and so it made me want to giggle. I was so use to this that every time I watched for something interesting.
Once, I had an escort who asked me, "What? No weapons?" after thoroughly checking every bit of my body he could see.
I had no weapons that he knew off.
Anyway, it's still fun to watch – once I got over the 'what's your name?' part.
Daemonar lead me down stairs to the open dining area. I gazed around.
I swear to the Darkness that you could fit all the neighboring villages in the very room.
And that's what made it so creepy to humans. They always wondered on and on.
There was a giant table in the middle of the room, and seated around it were, my guess, the First Circle.
They all stared at me come in with Daemonar, and I could feel every single male in that room, even Deamonar, rise to the killing edge.
If I could do the whole evil cackle thing right now, then this would match the mood in the room.
Everyone absolutely had to protect someone just by looking at me. By smelling me.
Sometimes, I really hate my parents – it's their fault their genes made me smell like the realms only mass murderer.
"Deamonar. Get away from her." I turned to the person who voiced that sentence. Some people growled at me when I did so.
Ah.
Lucivar.
I remember seeing him in his back yard with his brother Daemon when I observed their town.
He caused me to laugh at such petty things – like watermelons.
"Lucivar." I smiled.
Everyone look bemused, so I took this as a chance to talk.
"I'm Larea, and I'm currently staying in one of the Halls rooms. I'm here under Lorn's and Draca's wishes, and just so you all know, you'll get over my smell soon enough."
I was about to say something else when a dark, dark smell hit me. It smelt muscy, like the person had been for a run, and it also smelt very very sweet. If a human was standing next to a fountain of melted sugar on one side and the relems sexiest 5 men in a rut, then they'd know how this smell felt to me.
I feel on to the nearest empty chair and ignored the amount of people that snarled or jumped at my action.
I turned my head to the person who had just come down from the stairs behind me.
I felt so dizzy – I couldn't see anyone's faces.
This could not be true.
I'm hyperventilating.
There can't be two.
No.
No, no, no, no, no!
"Y-you're a dragon hybrid too." I whispered so silently that even I couldn't hear it.
Then, strangely enough, I felt myself faint.
