"What do you mean you can't tell what other Dragons' futures are?" I paced up and down on the cold floor of the room.

Lorn tilted his head to the side and sighed.

Parents. They don't understand how freakishly weird this is.

It can't be possible – and they're not grasping that.

*Dragonss are not able to tell each otherss futuress. Think of it asss not cheating. Itss not posssible because the Darknesss made it sso. We cannot change that, little one.* He repeated for the third time.

I sat down.

My legs where sore from pacing.

I dug my head into my knees and moaned.

"What am I meant to do? If I go anywhere near Conar, I'll faint." I gulped.

"Or worse – I'll go berserk and start touching him and all that weird stuff that you two do to each other." I moaned again.

My mother chuckled, "You sshall get use to Conar. It is writing in your future. He will dramatically change yourss and otherss livess."

I looked up and glared at her.

"I though you couldn't read other Dragons futures." I hissed.

Lorn chuckled while she shrugged.

"You are not full Dragon, and what'ss more you are our daughter. We can only ssee little bitss of your future, and so far every posssibility holdss Conar in it."

There was a small silence.

They can see bits of my future and not once did they tell me about it?

Ugh! I don't know how to relate to these Dragons.

No they're not Dragons – they're idiots.

I moaned again and dug my head into my knees.

"How am I related to you two?"

It was a rhetorical question, and they new it.

*Do not cry little one.* Lorn's giant house sized talon rapped around my back and pull me closer to the scaly figure that was my father.

I'm not crying. Am I?

I rubbed my hands over my face and sure enough, they came back wet.

I sniffed and rubbed the bottom of my hands under my eyes.

Stupid. Tell. Tale. Stupid. Tears.

I pushed his talon away and stood up.

"I'm going to go to my room and I'm going to figure something out." I told them.

Lorn eyed me before resting his head on his talons.

His spikes shot up as he shivered to get rid of dead scales.

"As you wish little one." My mother said clearly.

I wished they'd call me by my real name, Larea.

That was a popular name millions of years ago.

I climbed the stairs up to my room after several minutes of quiet thinking.

Thankfully, not once had I passed someone from the First Circle. Jaenelle had given me a Healers permission to wonder around to see my parents, and she told me she would tell everyone I was better, but I still didn't want to see anyone.

I figured at I would test my boundaries with Conar.

I would walk around and see how close I can get before seeing fuzzy or dizzy.

That would be my limit.

And that would stay my limit.

I think…

I hope.

I don't know.

I slipped into my room and noticed a second to late that my door had been open.

Something hit the side of me which under normal circumstances wouldn't have done anything to me.

Expect this…Male? Yes, defiantly smells male - had the element of surprise.

I toppled over onto the floor when something landed on me.

I shield myself and kicked the attacker off with a sharp kick with my heel.

The attacker grunted and fell down to his knees. I must have hit the jackpot.

My senses expanded widely and I could suddenly feel every breath this Blood Male took.

Suddenly, he smacked into me again.

Mother night this guy was good at surprises.

I felt my jewel react to being attacked physically, and felt a warming sensation as the power washed over me. I boiled like a kettle with to much power and felt myself suddenly shoot a burst of power at the attacker.

He fell to the ground on a heap, and I noticed he wasn't dead.

Good.

Information is easier to get when the person is alive.

I took in a deep breath when I noticed the whole room was iced over.

Mother Night!

Fear hit me like a wall.

I hate ice.

Once, when I was only a few million years old, some Blood pushed me into a frozen lake.

Next thing I know, 13 million years had passed.

I fell into a ball and shivered.

Ice. Everywhere.

I gulped.

Someone entered the room.

Lucivar, Karla, Jaenelle, Deamon, Deamonar, Gabrielle and Beale walked in.

They took one look at the man on the floor before all turning to me.

I saw all the males rise to the killing edge.

"Are you okay?" "Did he hurt you?" "I can smell fear." "Larea, what's wrong?" "What was that burst of power?" Everyone asked at once.

I started at the floor in front of me.

The ice was coming closer.

Seeping towards my reptilian body.

"It's coming to c-close to me." I whispered.

The ice moved closer to me and I pushed myself further into the corner.

"Larea?" Only Jaenelle spoke. He voice was midnight and I shivered when I noticed it was directed at me.

The ice came even closer to me.

It's going to get me.

To freeze me again…

I screamed and pushed myself into the corner.

The ice moved even further towards me.

Tears streamed down my eyes.

I'm going to die.

No. No not now.

I can't.

"Make it go away." I sobbed.

Freezing cold ice.

Millions of years stuck in ice again.

"Stop it." Jaenelle order to the males. Her voice was very Queen like and I almost did what she said too.

Almost.

"I think…" Jaenelle trailed off.

"I think she doesn't like ice."

Damn right I don't.

Such a cold force.

Ice destroys everything.

The ice pulled back towards the Males, but I knew they all still had glazed eyes while watching me.

Females first.

That's there way off life.

I kept my eye on the retreating ice and shivered.

"Larea. What happened?" someone asked.

I don't know.

I couldn't tell who asked.

"A-a male attacked me. And then. Ice. Everywhere." I shivered again.

Jaenelle was suddenly next to me.

She gave me warm, hot tea and my nerves calmed down.

Must be a healing brew.

"What was that burst of power though?" she asked softly.

"He attacked me so I knocked him out." I whispered.

"He's still alive." I added.

I suddenly felt so stupid.

How could I attack someone?

Ugh. I'm such an idiot.

I'm such an immature Dragon too.

If me and my parents where living blood right now, I'd be a toddler while they would be 53 year olds.

That's how old they are compared to me.

"Come on." Jaenelle urged.

She helped me up and sat me down.

"Wait." I froze.

Deamon's here.

"Is Conar here?" I whispered so low only Jaenelle could hear me.

She nodded.

"He came back with Deamon." She whispered just as low.

I swore and sat down.

"Here's were the fun begins." I sighed.