"So, why was Moonwatcher looking at you like that all lunch?" I ask Minerva. "Reading your mind or something?"

"Actually, I need to go to Music right now, can we discuss this later?" she says back.

Before I can stop her, Minerva glides down the corridor and disappears from sight. It makes me wonder, is she trying to hide a secret from me? If so, what is that secret?

I try not to let that bother me. I slide my talons into my bag, trying to find my schedule. Where is it? Oh, it's right here. Let's see…

You have History this hour. The teacher used to be Gill, but now it's Darkstalker. He's an ancient dragon who actually turns out to be a god in the Pyrrhian religion.

My history teacher is the god of animus dragons. How nice. This school is really weird…

Darkstalker sits all seven students on a giant floor map of Pyrrhia. He makes us sit on our territories, so the SandWing and SeaWing get to really spread out, while the NightWing is snarling at the RainWing who is spread out on the carpet next to him. I have an adequate amount of room up here in the Ice Kingdom, so I'm not complaining.

"Welcome to class, dragonets. I'm Darkstalker, the NightWing god of magic. Let's see… who's here…" Darkstalker shuffles through the immense pile of scrolls on his desk. "Um… Mallard Swampblood!"

A small MudWing raises his hand. "Here!"

"Seshat Paprai!"

"Here!"

"Dewdrop Seamist!"

"Here!"

"Narcissus Cirrus!"

"Here!" The SkyWing who raises his hand is orange and surprisingly… Handsome?

"Gautama Amanita!"

"Here!"

"Aurora Elsa!"

` I hold up my hand. "Here!"

"Last but not least… Skybreaker Darkwing!"

"Right here!"

"Good, everyone's here. Now we can start the learning process. Who knows what the Scorching was?"

My hand goes up before I can stop it. Please, please, don't call on me…

You just jinxed it…

…And he inevitably points a claw at me. "Aurora, please tell us what the Scorching was."

I hesitate. "Um… it was when the continents split during a war and we were separated from the other continent, right? The Poky- something- or- other?"

Of course he approves. I didn't want to be the teacher's pet, but he nods with a smile on his face. "Yes, I can't remember the name, but true, true. We did win the war, and most of the scavengers fled to the other continent. The Poky- something continent. Now, who can tell me the famous dragon that started the war on the scavengers?"

Seshat raises her hand. "Um, Sunny Zhu?"

"Yes, exactly. So, Sunny Zhu waged war on the scavengers a little over 5,000 years ago, when the planet was still pretty young…"

Darkstalker keeps up his lecture, occasionally pausing to ask questions to random students. My mind, on the other hand, is deep in thought. How did I know that? I often suddenly know the answers to questions, but I feel like I've stumbled upon something important. I don't know where that idea about the pokies came from, but this happens way too much. And I always felt like such an outcast…

You weren't hatched from an egg.

No. I can't know this. This is… I can't…

Believe it.

Yes. Thank you.

But I don't want to know this. This will just ruin my life! The narrator is far too honest with me. I really don't like this.

My life is ruined.