"No! I don't want to" I screamed at my mother.

"Honey, this is not a bad thing. You have been chosen by the gods!" She tried to pull me out from under the bed.

"Il-Sung, can you please help me?"

I'm done if my father catches me. I'll be off to Paris the second he touches me. Sliding out from under the bed, I ran out of my room to the kitchen.

"Seo Hyeong! You come back her this instant!" My father boomed from the living room.

Bounding for the door, my older brother rammed into me, bring me to the ground.

"Ow! Let off,l I struggled underneath him.

"Please listen just this one time. You're lungana said that the cure is in Paris."

" I don't care what Blaise says. I'm not leaving!" I screamed. "Appa, you must let me go!"

"Seo Hyeong, get in the car." My father growled. "If you make me ask twice, I'll knock you unconscious until you're on the plane."

I gave up. If my father says something like that, he will do it.

Dragging my shoes, I got into the car. The driver silently closed the door behind me. As the buildings whizzed by, the building pain in my chest bursted.

"Aash!" I cried, gripping my chest.

"Seo Hyeong!" My brother unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the blue and silver scales creeping from my heart like vines.

"It's getting worse." He cursed. "Where's that lungana?"

"Please don't ask." I gasped.

"Did you really put it back in the box?" He sighed. It was a rhetorical question. He knows that I never wear the charm. No charm: no lungana.

My brother started digging in the pocket of my coat, gripping the little gold encrusted black box. Opening it, a little gold and blue ball zipped around my head and shimmered into a blue and white dragon.

"Hey! Long time no see!" The lungana flipped onto his back.

"Blaise, get back into the box."

"No can do, SH."

My brother took out the silver dragon bracelet and slid it onto my wrist. To my horror, it fit perfectly. The lightning black stone caught the light, making the bracelet look alive.

"Appa, I don't want to leave you." I whispered.

"If you don't, you'll die." He said shortly.

I was silent in the car. I was silent in the airport. I was silent as I boarded my plane. I nodded my goodbye, then walked to my suite, my father's last words rang in my head.

"Agreste has agreed to house you. Remember your manners, and find your cure. Don't come back until you do."

My brother had handed me my black satchel.

"And please don't die."

I leaned back on my bed, shuffling through my bag. I pulled out a black and white jacket with short sleeves with a blue shirt wrapped in it. A note said 'It's gonna be hot'

Tears streamed down my face. Everything felt so real now. I was chosen out of thousands to get Blaise. And, out of those odds, the curse reappeared. Now, I'm leaving everything behind.

Slipping on my new clothes, I peered out the window, the clouds rolled under me, leaving the sky an impossible blue. It shouldn't be this blue. It should be dark and bleak.

I shut the blinds: shut out the world. I curled up in the crisp sheets.

"God, please leave me alone. Please let me die."