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R P.O.V.

My magic.

The golden thread called to me, drawing me to its power. Slowly reaching out to it, I gently rapped my slender fingers around the light. The moment I touched the thread it changed color, turning into a vivid silver and purple. As the string of power hummed in my grip I began to tug on the magic.

I screamed. A shot of pain jolted into my hand to my body, burning me from the inside. The more I pulled on the tread of magic the more shots of pain came at me. Almost like it was electrocuting me. I finally let go of the tread and it turned back to its original golden color.

What do I do now? I couldn't speak out loud because I was breathing too heavily.

Giving up already? The voice of the silver dragon mocked me.

Never.

Grabbing the magic once again I braced my self.

D P.O.V.

"So, Keeper Belikov, what happened out there? I need a full report."

Headmistress Kirova commanded.

She eyed me over her square rimmed glasses that rested on her sharp nose. Kirova was an elderly moroi in her fifties with sharp pointed features that reminded me of a hawk. She was tall, slender and pale like most moroi.

Those who don't know any better may confuse the looks of a dragon with a moroi. Moroi are tall much like dragons reaching in the six feet to seven feet tall but unlike moroi, dragons have more curves and muscle that show more dominantly. Also dragons tend to be more tanned from all the training outside in any and all elements.

Next to her was guardian Alberta Petrov. A dhampir, half human half moroi, stood beside her. With light brown hair starting to gray, light hazel green eyes and a curvy body, she was beautiful once, still is despite the fact that the constant training and exposure to the elements have done a number on her features.

Both women meet my brown cat eyed gaze, neither of them flinching or turning away. That's something I liked and respected about them. No matter what passed them, whether a vamp, dhampir, or dragon, each species was treated with respect and the just the same as any other.

Both of them knew I could kill them in seconds though neither of them resented what I am and are not afraid to stand up against me. This raised my opinion of them even higher.

"It seems that the plane that the new student Rosemarie Hathaway and my daughter had malfunctioned causing a crash leaving them as the only survivors."

"Is it known what caused the malfunction?" Kirova, as strait to the point as always.

"The authorities believe it was a jam in the left wing motor."

"But what is your opinion? You were there, you saw the damage."

"Honestly… by the look of the explosion, angle of fall and timing, I believe it was planed. Someone wanted that plain to crash, wanted it to crash I a specific place and time and knew just how to do it with out anyone asking questions."

R P.O.V.

Zapppp….sizzle…Zappp… the constant shock and pain coursing through my body was enough to make my skin burn and tare and the smell of burning flesh assaulted my nose the more I pulled and tugged at the magic in my hands.

Why is it so painful and hard? The more I pull the more pain I feel.

Because… you are immature and weak. You have not trained and our magic is strong. To control the power you must endure it first. The only reason you're not dead by now is because our body has been made to with stand this power.

How do I mature and get stronger? This I practically yelled. We've, more of I've, been trying to pull the power, the thread of magic running in my veins. The thread did not even budge. The dragon says that that only proves how strong the magic is. But right now that is not helping.

Usually young dragons have masters or mentors stronger then them self to help control and summon there magic.

But I need the magic now!

Then try harder. All you need is just enough magic to do a simple healing spell.

I placed my hands on the string once again but decided it was time to try something different.

D P.O.V

"But why? Who would want Miss Hathaway or Katya dead?"

"I don't know, maybe to hurt me by going after my daughter or…" I cut myself off. If they did not think I was hiding something before they sure thought it now.

"Would you care to finish that sentence Guardian Belikov?"

"No" shit I just had to open my big mouth. I do not even know if I'm right or not. They both gave me a look.

"This would not have to do with what the princess reported would it? She said they you seemed to have sensed something, a dragon to be precise."

"Y-yes. During the crash I felt a dragon cast a protection spell. I believe it was the new student, Miss Hathaway."

"But how could-" speaking for the first time Alberta was cut off by the door slamming open by a guardian. Breathing heavily he must have been in a hurry to get to us.

"The new student…. Hathaway…. heart stopped… and is having… to be... Her condition…. Just… critical. They…. believe she …die." The words were separated by his heavy breathing, but the massage was clear. The minuet he even mentioned her name I was gone. I had an impulse to find her, save her.

Why? Dam it.

She is beautiful, strong…

Shut up Zane

What?

She is a student and not up for grabs.

But if she is a female dragon and if she does live you need to claim her before someone else can. Oh I wanted to. I wanted to be able to caress every curve on her petit body. To taste every part of her ever so slowly, to play with and squeeze her beautiful mounds upon her chest, to feel her tight, hot, pussy stretch over my large manhood as I take her over and over again, to hear the moans and scream from her as I take her innocence, and to be able to wake up to her piercing golden brown eyes every day and every time we make love… just thinking about it made my manhood throb and my pants to tighten to an uncomfortable size. No stop it Dimitri, this is you student and…

She is not a dragon and if any thing dragon or not she is going to die.

We sensed it, she is one, and she is very powerful and she will survive.

I sensed a dragon yes but it might not be her. I came to the infirmary only to hear the gut ranching flat line beep that showed no heart beat. Then it pulsed then again and again. She is still alive? No- that can't be.

Stubborn fool.

R P.O.V.

Closing my eyes I focused on the magic and the silver and violet that colored it. Breath. Steady. Focuses. Let it flow. Instead of pulling physically it focused on it mentally. Then gripping slightly tighter I opened my eyes slowly and using willpower and steadiness I pulled. And I felt it give.

Coming back to the reality of standing next to the injured dragon I placed my hand on her back and wing and let my magic flow. The minuet I touched her with the power her gray eyes widen in shock. I smirked.

You did it.

Yes... I guess I did. Now, I believe it is time to heal.