The Young Guardians Series: My Frozen Heart
(A young Cyril story)
My Frozen Heart – Chapter One: Freezing Point
Cyril and his mother Frieda moved through the crowd in the Academy hallway. They watched as a crying yellow dragoness moved past, probably an electricity elemental, most likely a mother of one of the dragons or dragonesses who were going to be learning at the academy. After a long chatter between his mother and an academy enrollment booth attendant, Cyril was left to find the dorm room he would be staying at and prepare his things. His dorm room was a room with white walls and a blue carpet. The academy had multiple dorms: For the Ice elementals there was: Ice-A, Ice-B, and Ice-C, and so on. That was how every dorm was listed, the element and than an A, a B, a C, or another letter. Frieda had paid a lot just to make sure that Cyril was provided with the best dorm, A. He looked at the wall by the door to find a list of the occupants of the dorm. "Cyril, Frost, Hugo, Polairea, Snow-," he read before being cut off by a soft voice from behind him.
"That's me," spoke the white dragoness as she shrugged her pack of luggage off of her shoulder. "Don't think I recognize your face."
"I'm Cyril," he greeted, not sure what to say.
"Looks like we're in the same dorm," she said as she looked around the room, "So, what's drawn you here?"
"My Mom, she says that if I'm going to be a descendant of our lineage than I should know how to act like it," he sighed.
"For me it was chance to start my life," she said, "Meeting new people, choosing things for myself now, it's all exciting to me. Want to go get some supper? I was planning on going to a diner."
"Sure," he said as he moved to her side, the two talking as they moved to their destination.
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Snow moved off into the diner as she looked for a waitress. Cyril could see that the diner (Della's Diner) was packed with a crowd of other academy students. He looked around, seeing a nice looking green dragoness who appeared to be looking at a note or a map, possibly lost, he decided to help her out, maybe grow a relationship. As he approached her he saw a dragon he had met earlier that day, the electric elemental Volteer. He hurried to try to beat the yellow male to the dragoness.
"Hello, do you need help with directions?" he asked the dragoness.
"No, I'm fine thanks," she said, edging away from him slightly. Before he could get a word in, Volteer began talking to her. For a few minutes he attempted a conversation with the green female but Volteer was talking too much and very rapidly. The dragoness suddenly moved past the two as she walked to the side of a muscular green male.
"Terr, this is Volteer," she said to the green male, "and this is Cyril," she said. "Volteer, Cyril, this is my mate Terrador." At those words, Cyril grew angry with the green male Terrador and shot him an angry glance.
"I'm Volteer, I find it fairly discrepant to find beauty like as your mate possesses Terrador," greeted Volteer to the green male. Terrador replied with a simple word.
"Hello."
"And I am Cyril, favored pure-blood descendant of the majestic ice-dragons of yore, but I won't bore you like Volteer since you probably knew my heritage when you saw how superior a majestic sight I am," greeted Cyril, holding his head high. Hoping to maybe impress the dragoness Flora.
"Oh shut up you pompous, arrogant, ninny!" spoke up Volteer.
"Well I should just-! No! I shall not sink to your level!" retorted Cyril.
"You can't sink any lower than you are now!" retaliated Volteer.
"You shall mind your manners around me! You should be kneeling to me, my blood line demands it, it is only because I find you a respectable adversary that I allow you to stand. Not that I can actually find any reason to give you respect."
"Oh, do shut up and save it for your acting lessons!" said Volteer.
"Cyril! You keep your grubby frost-bitten paws off of him!" came a voice from the crowd, one of Volteer's friends soon walked forwards to stand beside Volteer, "Or your dealing with me!" she hissed.
"Oh look! It's the academy bully! Oh I'm at your mercy Volta! Yah right! How'd you ever get a tramp to crush on you Volteer, but you two are a disgustingly perfect couple, one a windbag the other a tramp!" retorted Cyril. Unnoticed to the arguing three, the green male and female slowly walked away.
"Cyril!" Volta's voice was now rising, a look of desperation in her eyes as she side glanced at her companion Volteer.
"Cyril! Where are you? Cyril?" called out Snow's voice from the crowd.
"Snow?" called Cyril, his attention to the two electrical elementals lost as he called back to the female.
"Cyril? Where are you?" Eventually the snow white dragoness walked out of the crowd.
"Snow, how about we get out of here? Business here looks a little too, eccentric, today," he said as he shot a look at the two electrical elementals. The pair left the diner.