Castiel's POV
The phone starts ringing loudly , instead of my Alarm( which is louder , somehow) . Great , probably going to have to move AGAIN . Not that its out of the ordinary in any way , I mean I'm a Dragon "Hybrid" and "Hatch" after all , nothing is and can be ordinary .
Ever .
That IS what we were taught since birth , which in my case was 17 years ago , today . My "Birthday" if that's what the humans call it ? . Not entirely sure , as I have only been here about 2 of those 17 years that I now somehow mysteriously have survived and not let " The Losers" find out about me. Yet .
Usually your sent out of camp ( camp Farwell to be exact ) when your 13 unless you happen to go by the name of Castiel Novak and have been orphaned from a young age . ( their words not mine , my camp coaches , Logan to be exact) . I don't really remember much , just playing with stuffed toys and then being taught about " The Losers "( I mean the almighty ,feared by all dragons "Legion" , who we are not number one fans of ) when we were able to speak , at 3 which is quite and early age for us , why ? we are Dragons I guess that IS why. Being Dragon is pretty much the answer to every single one of my questions to date .
For example :
me : "why can't we eat people when the dragons in books do ?" says 3 year old me .
Logan : your a DRAGON Castiel , real ones don't do that , never , ever .
And :
Me: "Can I go Fly round Hawaii when I'm Older ?" says a somewhat "mature " me at 9 years old .
Logan: " DRAGONS aren't real for humans only in books and movies are they real Castiel, so unfortunately , no . Don't want anyone else around camp threatening your Future do we , getting all these ideas " mumbled Logan , not paying attention any more because of the Fire in front of us .
All dragons love destroying things , especially me , not that I did it on purpose . I'm NOT that type of dragon but ( Semi burnt down my own dorm ) I was only ... er ... 9 , the somewhat "mature" Cas is back ! ( Probably should ask Logan about that ) , It was about 5 am , and I was colouring In because I had done all my homework and learnt all my Keywords for my Dragonography Final tomorrow , and I never sleep anyway because sleep is for the weak , aka not me . and I lost my black pen and while colouring in a portrait I'd made of Logan and his shirt I'd drew him in was black.
My hunting instincts kicked in , and I went looking for that lonesome Black pen that I needed to finish the art work the next day . Outside .
Much to my disappointment I didn't find the pen in my dorm at all , so asked Logan at 5 am , after the short trek across the lake I knocked quiet but affirmatively on number 22 , Logan's dorm . All the of camp coaches had their own dorms and didn't have to share . Totally unfair to us "hatches " as the Coaches call us , all except, well , Logan . He's different . Like us ( a dragon ) , but not as strict as , ... lets see ... Darrell , he makes all his campers call him Mr. Peters , instead of by his first name , and they have a strict curfew . We DO , every dragon here does .
What can I say ? We all need our beauty sleep , dragon or not .
Sleep aside ! Shortly after knocking on Logan's door to find the Pen that so easily managed to burn down my dorm , I realised that he told me during dinner that he had to go and finish off the school applications for us , for when we are 13 and get to go out into the human world . Fun ! ( yes I thought school was fun , such innocence . Now I am doomed to years of eternal Hell , I mean school . "Of course Cas , school ... " is what your probably saying RIGHT now , to me . What can I say ? I'm great and guessing and and hate school . All the "Hatches " do , me especially . I don't want to be ordered around by pesky human's who can eat animals. Who knows , whether or not I'm their next meal . Dragon Soup , yummy .
Knowing where Logan was , I went off to the " big office " and found him sitting on a beanbag with a packet of Doritos and school applications in hand . " Logan do you have my black pen anywhere ?" I whispered as quietly as possible , because Darrell had fallen asleep mid application sorting, and waking him up would result in another evening doing the dishes instead of doodles .
Trust me , the dishes aren't something you want to be doing , no matter what day . Especially Friday .
I didn't wake Darrell up ! Thanks to Logan taking me outside (again) . " I have no idea why you've come to ME over a pen . A PEN CASTIEL , why would you need that specific black one anyway ?" said Logan half yelling and whispering at the same time to me . " I'm drawing .. what else would I do with a Pen Logan ?" I yell-whisper at him back . " God knows what your doing at 5 am Castiel ! Even though I'll give you credit for the effort of coming here even at 5 am , despite the fact you never sleep anyway , and say that I DON'T have your PE-" But I didn't get the time to catch any of his other probably , pre- written lecture because I had simply had enough of him telling me off .
So I did the one thing every Dragon wasn't meant to do when annoyed . Take on their true Dragon Form .
I wasn't allowed to leave the "big office " for a week because I'd violated the rules ( for perfectly good reasons ) and didn't find the pen , after all .
After all that I'm here now , 6 years on . On top of that , I'm late for what should be my first day of high school .