If you think regular high school is bad, myths have it even worse. They have to go to Myth High, where the gangs are vampires. Forget getting beat up, you'll end up sucked dry. The teachers are gods. Never get on their bad side. And the students are every single creature ever written about in any myth. Greek, Roman,
Norse, even made up creatures, they're all here. Trying to survive the 4 decades of high school.
I walked through the grand hallways, admiring the ornate decorations. As I walked down the hall, I passed every creature imaginable. Ghosts, Succubi, Zombies, Shapeshifters, and even a few sylphs and nymphs. Eagerly, I looked around, hoping to spot one of the elusive dragon tamers. They say there was only 4 tamers here at the school, one in each grade. I wasn't watching where I was going, so I ended up walking straight into a wall. At least I thought it was a wall, until I saw the bright, blood red scales and large clawed feet. Suddenly, the supposed wall shifted and I was face to face with a large dragon head. It was huge, the head alone was the size of my upper body. It's eyes were a dark green, and two sharp horns protruded from its head next to its slim ears. I froze, terrified by what it might do to me. A forked tongue slithered out between two deadly looking fangs, as if to taste the air and check if I was good enough to eat. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a tall girl had shoved me backward and was standing in between me and the dragon. I had fallen backward, landing on my back from the force of her shove. The dragon just looked angry, it's eyes changing color from dark green to crimson red. A hiss pervaded the air, giving the room a dark, and sinister feel. I shivered before giving my attention back to the problem at hand. Seeing as the dragon looked like it was about to eat the girl, I quickly picked myself up and ran between them, giving the dragon a defiant glare. All of a sudden, the dragon's face screwed into a strange look. It's cheeks turned red and puffed out. So did it's chest. I cringed hoping, that in five seconds I wouldn't be a cinder. Then, both the girl behind me and the dragon in front of me burst out laughing.
"You really don't know who I am, do you?" The girl said, in between gasps of air. She had fallen down when I pushed her and was on the floor rolling in laughter. The dragon was chortling heartily, a rough sound that was not hurtful or pleasant. The sounds mingled in the air, the merry cackling of the girl and the rough chuffing of the dragon. It strongly reminded me of the sound of a crackling fire in a hearth. Loud, and merry yet contained. I stared at the two, confusion written plainly on my face. Finally, when the girl's laughing faded away, she stood up and explained.
"Fury here," She said, gesturing to the dragon, "Was about to eat you. I intervened, and she got mad that she didn't get to tear you to shreds like she did the last person who ran into her. Yeah, we got a detention and a warning for that." I stared at her dumbfounded.
Finally I cleared my throat and said, "You're a dragon tamer." I was astonished. The girl in front of me certainly didn't look like a dragon tamer. I had expected a dragon tamer to be tall and lithe, but strong like a ballerina. I also expected them to be dressed in some kind of armor or gear. The girl in front of me, was tall and willowy but didn't look at all strong. And she was dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt.
"When you're done staring, I suggest you get to class." She said. Her voice snapped me out of my reverie. I blushed before looking at her once more. This time, there was a slim blood red dragon in her arms. It was about 10 times smaller than Fury, the other dragon, and was able to fit comfortably in the girl's arms. I gaped, before remembering her remark and snapped my eyes back to her's. I jumped back startled. Her eyes were the sharpest, green I had ever seen. The color of baby grass. The girl chuckled, seeing my expressions as I really took her in.
"Well, I'm going to get to class." She said, before walking down one of the many hallways.
"Wait!" I cried. "I don't even know your name." Instantly the mirth disappeared from her eyes and was replace by a cold, dark, displacement.
"Not many people know my name," She said, "And I'm not eager for you to be the first." With that she turned around and walked away. While I stared at her dumbfounded and at a loss for words.