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Enjoy chapter TEN!

Chapter 10: Dragon School

"I'm fine! Honestly, no need to worry your curly little head over me!" Becca marched from her room, bandages still wrapped around her body. It had been at least five days since she had woken up and despite Geoff's pleas for her to remain resting she refused to comply.

He followed after her frantically, "You're not fully healed! You'll hurt yourself again!"

The werewolf laughed, "HAH! You call this not being fully healed? Trust me buddy-boy, I've had a lot worse!" she tied up one of the bandages on her arm that was coming loose.

"Like what?"

"I got an arrow through my foot once, and a bullet in my leg," she said casually, fixing her tunic and her collar.

Geoff caught up with her, "What's a bullet?"

Becca thought carefully at how to explain this, "It's a tiny piece of metal that is shot at you so quickly it can kill you almost instantly. Well, depending where you're hit," she adjusted the hem on her breeches so they sat more comfortably on her waist.

"But y—" she whipped about and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Do you hear that?" she asked dramatically, he shook his head, "that is the sound of opportunity… telling you to be quiet lest I decorate that curly hair with flowers and force you into a poufy dress in your sleep," giggling she took her hand from his mouth and skipped away, "Oh! And don't forget the makeup too!" his face fell in horror.

"You wont actually will you?" he asked, voice gaining height while he trailed after her.

More laughter, "Who knows eh curly? Hurry your butt up! For one who's supposed to be injured I seem to walk faster than you!" bouncing down the hall he tried to keep up, "You walk slower than a turtle!"

"Excuse me Ms. I'm Immortal…"

"What did you say? I didn't hear that Blondie,"

"Nothing, nothing," he shrugged and passed her, ruffling her honey-blonde hair, "We're going to be late for Drake's lesson if we don't hurry up, then we'll go get some food,"

She stared at him in horror, "Whoah there, who said you could touch my hair eh? WHO? I'll give you something to think about, how about I give you a sock in the face!" she playfully shoved him into the stone wall and sprinted down the hallway, "You're face looks good on a wall, maybe you should stay there!" mirth filled her voice while she shot through the corridors.

"Like I'd listen to a dog!" he jeered back, chasing after her.

She let out an appalled cry, "WOLVES ARE DIFFERENT FROM DOGS AND THERE IS A DAMN NOTICABLE DIFFERENCE!"

Geoff scoffed, "Really? WHAT?"

"Just—" she slammed into something and felt the wind knocked out of her. It felt like she had run into a brick or iron wall with her face. "OW!" she barked, glaring up at whatever non-wall creature had stood in her path, "Watch it you…" she trailed off when she found herself staring at Osric.

"Hey Ostrich! How's it goin'?" she smirked, jumping away and spinning a circle around him.

He appeared puzzled; almost surprised that she was there. Becca caught the look for about a second before his face resumed its stern pallor, she raised an eyebrow but did not comment upon it. "I heard that the lady was injured, who attacked you?" he asked, but the tone of his voice was almost uncaring.

"I don't know, I didn't see his face," she replied brusquely.

"Oh, that's too bad. I hope he is caught soon and brought to justice," he nodded to her and averted his eyes when Geoff came careening around the corner; he crashed into Becca who yelped in shock and fell to the floor.

Attempting to untangle herself from Geoff she laughed and kicked him in the shoulder, "You moron! Watch were you're going!" he joined in and they both rolled about on the floor howling with laughter.

"Enough!" Osric pulled Geoff to his feet, "Know your place woman! Don't speak to him that way!" but Becca just roared with more fits of giggles, Geoff as well.

"Sure buddy, whatever you say!" she said sarcastically.

Osric didn't understand the joke, so he nodded, "Good! You finally saw reason,"

Becca burst into more jeering laughter, "WOW, you don't know sarcasm do you?" with her giggled calming she just watched him with mirth still glowing in her eyes. "Come on Scruffy-bag, we're late for the lesson," she took Geoff's arm and hauled him away from Osric, jogging down the corridor again.

The dark haired man continued to look on as they left, something would have to be done about that girl… or she would ruin everything.

A loud flapping noise, followed by a rush of air signaled that Drake was landing. Touching down on the soft grass just a short distance from the village and a rather tall mill. Becca, Geoff, Liane, Kwan and Mansel were waiting on the nearby hill, Geoff getting some particularly painful-looking lessons from Liane. Becca lay on a nice, cool patch of grass nearby, twirling a blade of grass in her fingers.

"Sorry I'm late!" Drake called, a second later he belched clean in Geoff's upturned face.

Geoff coughed in disgust, "Ugh, cow breath," he smirked, Drake just nudged him with his shoulder and turned to Kwan.

"What are you going to teach me first Master Kwan?" asked the dragon, eagerly swishing his tail over the grass. Becca sat up to watch and threw away the piece of grass, replacing it with a particularly large pebble.

Coming to join them Geoff said, "Teach him to blow fire now," he crept up carefully behind Liane, another part of their lessons. Geoff had wanted her to teach him her fighting techniques, well he asked for it, Becca mused with a grin.

"No! Breathing fire is dangerous," breathed Mansel, clearly appalled that a dragon should be breathing fire.

Becca shook her head, "Come on Mansel… show a little guts!" she jested.

"Hung-yah!" Liane jerked her elbow into Geoff's abdomen and sent him flying into the air and over her shoulder, he landed in the grass with a dull thud and a loud 'OOF!'

"Ach!" he grunted, looking up at Mansel from the ground, "Stop being such a monk Mansel…" heaving himself to his feet Geoff dusted himself off and glanced to Kwan, "So, how does he breath fire?"

While Kwan instructed Drake in the ways of 'opening his fire lung' or something like that, Becca's eyes scanned the village perimeter, several men had gathered on the edge of the town to watch the lesson progress. Becca guffawed, morons… good thing I'm too lazy to get up or I'd be chasing them away right about now.

"—it will sound like this," her ears tuned back to the lesson as Kwan made a sound much like a man who was asleep and snoring with a congested nose. Becca put a hand over her mouth to stop herself laughing again. When he finished he motioned to Drake with his hand, "You try,"

Drake nodded enthusiastically and breathed in deeply through his nose, suddenly he spluttered and coughed, a puff of smoke rising from his now covered mouth. Is he choking on something? Becca got up worriedly, "Drake?"

Geoff watched warily, "Something's wrong…"

The dragon went on coughing, keeping a clawed hand over his mouth and appeared as if he were about to be sick. "Get down!" ordered Kwan to the rest of them, everyone hit the grass like something out of some kind of action movie, "turn that way so it wont hit the mill, then let it all out!" Drake wheeled around as fast as he could…

But the fire seemed, to Becca at least, to come out the wrong end. Not from his mouth…

Behind them the mill exploded into flames, blasting sky-high into the air and sending hay, stone and other equipment flying. All Becca could do was observe in shock, and try very hard not to burst into yet another fit of laughter. Farting fire… now that's something Draco NEVER did… she giggled inwardly, how ingenious!

"Shit man… that's some lousy lunch you had there Drake," she commented. Poor Drake looking just as baffled as the rest of them, except Geoff who was also vainly attempting to restrain his amusement as total chaos ensued around them.

"You can call him "Protector of the Realm' but he destroyed my mill!" cried the man.

"He can't go 'round, plucking up cows and flying off with them!" complained the cattle farmer.

Osric tried to ignore Becca, who was poking around his study and humming to herself. "I can see you're both very distressed," he said calmly, "I'm glad you came to me about this," tossing two bags of coins at the two of them, "Fix your mill, buy yourself a new cow. And remember our dragon is the last of a magnificent race. He deserves our utmost respect." He lead them from the room, patting them on the shoulders.

Becca looked around the strange room, odds and ends that she would normally see in a chemistry lab back at school were lined up on the shelves. "Hey! You have sulphuric acid! Cool!" she poked at the beaker, "not very strong by the looks of it," she stared at the glass beaker and the liquid inside.

"Don't touch that! Stupid girl!" yelled Lord Osric from across the room, "I allow you in here only out of the goodness of my humility," he barked crossly.

She sniffed and ignored his order, "The only 'goodness' you have is for strutting around looking pretty and brandishing that good-for-nothing plaything that you call a sword in everyone's faces," she tapped a glass jar with a particularly grotesque frog sitting in it.

Osric wheeled her away, "If you do not want to bother me then I suggest you go outside," Becca stepped on his foot, hard.

"Relax Ostrich, I'm leaving. Not like I wanted to see your twisted laboratory anyways… creep," she muttered. The werewolf tried to keep in mind to talk to Geoff about him later, she had seen an empty sheath nearby on one of Osric's desks, and it reeked heavily of silver.

Putting the thought from her mind for now, Becca bounced out of the room and into Geoff who was waiting outside. "He's one cranky old bird now isn't he? Sheesh, can't even say 'hello' without getting a word of 'know your place,' or, 'respect your superiors!' from that old tomato-bun…" she crossed her arms, Geoff just shook his head at her rambling insults, "I mean, I can't die! I'm his superior by laws of the pack! Damn stupid sunuvah-potato bush and a lousy-mouthed onion skin with hairy armpits!"

Geoff guffawed, holding his hand to his mouth. Becca smiled dumbly, "Oh I'm the Lord Ostrich, Lord of aaaaaall the land! No one shall evah be allowed to snore, bark or wear their hats on their heads," she put on a ridiculously smiley face and her voice reached a high, lilting tone, frowning at the same time while Geoff chortled. "What's that I hear? Laughter? What is this strange thing you call amusement?" she wiggled her eyebrows and strutted about, waving her legs much like the deskman in Monty Python's 'Silly Walks' sketch. "I do believe that no one is allowed to wear their hair on their heads either! I declare that all peasants shave their heads now so I can be the only one with beautiful, bouncy locks of hair!" she swished her hair back and forth dramatically like in a hair commercial and Geoff howled in more laughter.

"What are you doing? Get out of here! You are not allowed to show your face without the proper mustache, or bow growing from your nose!" she altered her voice so it had something of an English accent, just for fun. "Of course you can't go without having some of my latest concoction; blister-tea with a hint of unhappiness," on the last word her voice dropped extremely low and she stretched her mouth downwards in an exaggerated frown.

She spun around on her heel with a hoot of giggles, "And maybe you would like a biscuit? Perhaps a cinnamon cookie hinted with grouchiness," the last word was grated and she pursed her lips to resemble a fish, "or you want a sugar cookie with just a dash of 'Lordliness'?" Geoff wiped tears from his eyes, as did she. "Also to top it all off, a good leg of lamb sprinkled with some soppy sauce," crossing her arms she looked to the side and frowned.

"What are you doing?" asked someone, Becca turned and stared right into Lord Osric's cold eyes.

She grinned, "Did you like my impression of you?" she asked, "I think it went rather nicely," she grinned strangely. "Well I see you have things to chat about, toodles!" waving to them she walked casually down the corridor, blissfully happy to their eyes.

"My boy, you need to do something about that… that… dog," he snarled, glaring after Becca.

Geoff quieted his laughter, "Sir, I'm sorry but I don't think I can,"

Osric frowned more, "Why not? All women are controllable, even that," he pointed down the hall at her, "Though I am not sure she is an actual woman,"

"To be honest I'm not sure myself," he mumbled, "Who were those guys who left here earlier? They didn't look very happy,"

With a flourish Osric waved his hand and led the boy into his study, "Peasants, pay them no bother lad, small minds see what they wish and need guidance to hear the truth," Geoff raised an eyebrow but did not question, even though he didn't understand. "Now, let us go outside and see Drake, so you can both tell my what really happened at the mill hmmn?" the Lord smiled kindly, Geoff smiled.

"Drake didn't want to come, he's too embarrassed," he smirked, "Kwan tried to teach him to blow fire but… it came out the other end," he withheld his scoff.

While Geoff started perusing about the room Osric gained a thoughtful era, "You left him with Kwan?" grinning cheekily, the lord looked at a pile of papers, "And what else does the old man plan on teaching Drake?" he handed his trusted right-hand man Stefan the pile. Geoff was busy studying the glass vials just as Becca had been just before he had entered.

"I don't know exactly, something about… all the ancient wisdom of the dragons I think," he went on curiously examining and poking at the vials.

Osric turned to Stefan, "Bring the old man to me at once," he muttered so Geoff couldn't hear.

"Yes Milord, it shall be done," said the red-haired man.

Catching his arm, Osric added, "And that girl… see that something is done about her and fast. She threatens everything!" Stefan bowed and melted into the shadows.

Uh oh... Kwan in trouble, and Becca... why did you make fun of him? (IT'S BECCA THAT'S WHY HAHAHAAAH... ) was laughing so much writing this, I bet everyone thinks I'm loony... xD

I AM

Alrightie! Seriousness-ness? I wonder... is that dark guy from chapter eight coming back to haunt Becca? 0_0 (no spoilers HEHEHEEEH)