I thought I was going to have enough time to post a new chapter on the 15th, but school is proving to be annoying.

I was shocked when he said this. "What?"

"Apparently the professors said that there wasn't enough rooms for me to get one," Starflight explained, his voice quivering. "They said to go to this room and see if the owners of this dorm would let me live here."

I looked at Cel, who just shrugged. Cel didn't mind having more company, it always cheered him up.

The problem was with me. He could figure out who I am then tell everyone, or just get threatened by them (mostly Tsunami). I put my claws under my snout and thought for a moment. Is it worth the risk? I mean, maybe I can tell him to pretend that he doesn't who GalaxyPlayer is. He would tell everyone everything about Cel and I. Our secrets that are too dangerous to be public to all of Pyrrhia.

I looked at Starflight, who was staring at his talons nervously. But I can't just leave him with no place to go. I hate my soft self-character.

"It's fine," I answered him. He looked at me, wide-eyed, as if he wasn't expecting that response he was going to get. "Now get in here before I change my mind."

Cel snorted. "Like that's going to happen."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the box sitting next to Starflight. I then placed it against the wall near the kitchen, which had a gold and black tile design above the counter. It made the room look cool, having the room painted a gold color along the walls. I walked to a few steps back to the main room and immediately explained how things were going to be.

"Cel is going to be in that room," I said, pointing to the room in the far corner. "Since he said dibs on it. IceWings." I muttered the last part, and luckily, Cel didn't hear me. He was too busy unpacking his things and organizing them in the decent size space he had.

"You're going to be taking that room, Starflight," I spoke to him, pointing to the room on the opposite corner as Cel's. "I'll be sleeping in the main room."

"Thanks," Starflight told me gratefully. He immediately got to unloading his supplies for college. He had several notebooks and pencils, all having different colors and designs. I looked at him skeptically, but he didn't notice it.

"I don't think you need that many notebooks," I said to him.

"I like having extra supplies with me, especially when you have Fatespeaker always losing her's," Starflight responded, giving me a grin.

"Let me guess, you asked your dad paying for her tuition," I called to him. He nodded in response. "Clever you."

"I actually asked my dad to pay for my friends' tuition. Clay, Peril, Sunny, Glory, Deathbringer; you get the idea," he responded. He then started unpacking again before a frown formed on his face a few seconds later.

"Speaking of tuition," Starflight said, stopping his assault of unboxing. "How were you able to come here?"

"Well- uh, my family is- uh rich and- um yeah," I stammered out, trying to lie to him. He didn't look convinced it the slightest.

"You going to stop lying to me now," he spoke out with a smile on his face. I silently cursed, knowing that there was no getting out of this.

"Yeah, but I need you to promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to show you," I answered. I gestured him to come over, and he complied. I grabbed the box with my monitor, which had my YouTube logo on it. I unboxed the piece of cardboard and hauled the monitor out.

"Goodie," I heard Cel say, "you're going to tell him."

I handed the monitor to Starflight, who accepted it carefully. "This is something that needs to be kept between you and me."

(Waterfall's POV)

Today was a new day.

Today was the day I drove to Jade Mountain to get everything unpacked. Today was the day I began a new life style. No more having guards do everything for me. No more overprotective parents and aunts hardly letting me go out of their sight since the so called "accident".

What really kicked off the day was when I saw Galactic. He running into me clumsily, then apologizing in a formal manner. It was a cute thing to see from him. The grin on his face made my heart flutter for some reason. I kept telling myself that he was just a friend, but my heart said that we were something more.

I was currently in my new dorm, sharing a room with a RainWing, who was known as Graceful. She had the features of any other RainWing, but she had the colors of pale green on her scales.

Must be nervous, I thought. Probably not used to being around another dragon who isn't her own race. I was hanging up some pictures in my room when she suddenly spoke.

"Is your name Waterfall?" she asked me. I whipped my head around to see her staring at me with her violet eyes. They darted nervously, scanning my entire body as if I was a threat. She was right at my bedroom door, leaning against the frame. I nodded in response and went to back to work.

"You were all over the news," she started. "At that massive party. I heard the authorities had to calm everything down when the Silt dragon tried to kill an IceWing."

"What?" I responded, suddenly shocked from hearing this. I set down the next picture I was about the hang and gave my full attention to her.

"Apparently, the IceWing was somehow connected the dragon the saved you," she rambled on. "A cruiser was patrolling the neighborhood right when that took place. You didn't hear about that on the news?"

"I was locked up with no communication for a couple days," I told her, trying to be as serious as possible. "Queen Coral practically had a heart attack when I told her what almost happened to me." I grabbed the painting and hung it on the far wall of my room.

"That must of sucked," she said, then entered into my room. "I guess you didn't hear about the murder today?"

I froze when I heard that. There hasn't been a murder in years. The dragons of Pyrrhia have been friendly to each other tribe. The most someone has ever done is get a claw cut off, but no deaths. This was shocking news to me, especially when it came bluntly from a RainWing.

"No, what... happened," I said, my voice shaking a little.

"A NightWing was found dead by a warehouse this morning by authorities," she explained. "A MudWing was the killer, considering authorities found a brown scale at the scene."

"Is that all?"

"No... the weirdest thing was when they saw the word Galactic painted in the dead NightWing's blood. Why would someone do that?"

This is not good. I took a step forward before stopping. Galactic is being hunted now, and the dragon hunting him is definitely Silt. The pieces were coming together so fast, that even I couldn't keep up with what my brain was thinking. Let's just put this aside for now until we see Galactic again. I stepped forward to put the last picture frame on the bare, green wall I was going to be occupying. Setting it on the nail I put in the wall a little while ago, I turned around to see Graceful only a few feet away from me.

"My name is Graceful," she said, giving me a smile. "Sorry if the sudden news shook you. I'm just as terrified as you, trust me."

I highly doubted that, considering she said the news so bluntly to me, as if she had no emotion to anything around her until now. "I know, I saw your name on the sheet of paper that assigned our rooms," I responded, taking hold of her talons and shook them. "Nice to meet you."

"The honor is all mine," she said. "I get to share a room with a royal member of the SeaWing family. How exciting!"

I rolled my eyes, but still held my smile. I used to get this a lot back in high school. I was popular because of being a royal that was a possible heir to the throne, in case if anything happened to the daughters.

"Don't tell too many dragons," I told her. "If you do, I might not be able to get any sleep and all; everyone will start asking me questions."

I walked out of the small room with Graceful following me. What else are we going to need? I thought, but the answer came quickly. Something to relax on, like a couch!

I grabbed the keys to my car off the counter and headed out the door.

"Where are you going!" Graceful called after me as I walked to the stairs.

"Somewhere!" I called back, giving her an amused look. She had a look of confusion on her face, but I didn't see it long, as I was already heading down the stairs to the car. With the keys, I unlocked the SUV I took to college and crawled in to the driver seat. I pushed the key into the ignition, making the engine hum to life the second time today. I drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road, going to do some last minute shopping.

(Galactic's POV; Time is 9:30 P.M.)

"That's- uh quite a lot to take in right now, isn't it?" I asked Starflight, who was just gaping at me. I gave him meek smile and turned to Cel, who just shook his head and went into his room. "Way to help man!"

"It's your problem!" He called back. "You wanted to tell him. So, it's your responsibility, not mine!"

"I'm doing this for both our sakes! Your part of my channel too!"

"Not good enough reason!"

He was looking around his room, as if he suddenly lost something very interesting to him. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and whipped my head around to Starflight, who finally managed get his facial features under control.

"That is something you don't expect everyday..." he trailed off, most likely calculating something to complicated for me to know.

"So, is it going to be easy enough for Fatespeaker to leave us alone?" I asked him, but already knew the answer. All he did was shake his and mutter.

"She's going to barge in every other day, and probably find out who you are one of those days, too," he responded.

Cel snorted.

"That answers that question," I said doubtfully. I turned to look at Starflight. He was looking up at me intently, as if he was trying to read what I was about to say. "You still good at video games?"

"I don't know," he responded truthfully. "It's been a long time. Ever since I met Fatespeaker, it's been getting harder and harder to have more time to play."

"You mean ever since Fatespeaker took over your life," I corrected him, and he just shot me a scowl. "Don't worry, you can have all the practice you want." I went to one of my boxes and pulled out "Rise to Action". I gave it to him, and he just frowned, looking as if he already played this game.

"Thanks for the offer," he told me. "And I except it, too."

"Well let's unpack and get everything organized before we play," I said, and he agreed without a hesitation.

We were now playing "Rise to Action", a game where the battlefield felt real. It only took us about an hour to get everything organized and put away, considering Starflight was eager to play it.

The map we were playing on was really foggy, making it almost impossible to see enemies in trenches, behind trees, and just laying on the ground. What surprised me, though, was how badly Starflight was dominating the game. He was currently on a twenty-five player kill streak, something that was super hard to achieve in the game. He was diving, strafing, and dodging any enemy gunfire and was returning the favor by mowing the ranks of enemy soldiers down with his assault rifle.

What even surprised me more was the fact that Starflight was a moderator on the game, giving the authority to ban any hackers and glitches in the game. Even though he had these things, Starflight didn't like to use them unless he absolutely had to. He was always the kind type of dragon, not wanting to be the bad guy and seeing good in most dragons. This was one reason why we became best friends for a while.

"I never knew you were so good at this," I said to him, but it looked like as if he didn't hear the compliment.

"I bet he played this whenever he had any free time," Cel agreed. "I mean look at that kill streak. How the hell do you do it!"

"My dad gave me all the different secret flank maneuvers and gamer tactics when the game came out," Starflight explained, adjusting his grey headset a little. "He practically taught me every single detail in the game."

Cel just shook his head, but a smile was still on his face. He was also impressed with Starflight's skills, especially when it comes to "Rise to Action". "You're gonna have to teach me all of that when you're done with this round."

"It might take about a month to get it all covered," Starflight responded. "But since you're not as smart as I am, I say about five months."

I muffled a laugh as Cel turned around and scowled at Starflight, who just smirked back at him. The IceWing lifted his arms for a second and stormed into his new room. It's going to be a long, fun year, I thought as I continued to play the game in front of me. I was currently flanking the enemy team, and Starflight was leading me. We finally got behind the main enemy force and started firing at them.

Not realizing what was happening, about four enemies went down as others scrambled for cover. As we kept firing round upon round at them, Starflight asked me something.

"Do you really get all those comments?" he asked me, and I nodded in response.

"Yeah," I said. "They usually have stuff like 'marry me' or 'you're the best' or 'OMG IT'S GALAXYPLAYER'. I like the support from them, but I think they might be over exaggerating."

Starflight snorted. "When you see you're favorite YouTuber join your server of all of them, you wouldn't get all excited and shit," he responded, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"I get that, but I just don't get why they have to say it out loud in the chat. It gets distracting and makes it hard for me to play the game," I told him. He frowned for a second before he started pressing buttons on his controller. He to the chat box and put in a command to mute all players.

Then the chat immediately stopped flowing with comments. I sighed in relief, being over whelmed by the amount of words I read against those things the users said to me. "Thanks Starflight, you really helped me there," I said gratefully. He just nodded and continued to play the game.

"So...," I started, wanting to change the subject now. "How have your friends been."

"Clay is still his friendly self, except now he has a girlfriend, who is known as Peril the SkyWing," he told me.

"You mean the dragon with the fire scales?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Why would he do that."

"Apparently, he has fire proof scales, making him the only dragon able to touch her," he explained. "Anyways, Glory is now running the RainWing Kingdom, but her grandmother or great aunt or some other name for an elder is running the kingdom for her since she is here, at Jade Mountain. Sunny is being more friendly to other dragons and trying to solve the idea of fighting to the death for the throne by doing a competition."

"Tsunami is still her bossy self, but she had been talking about how her cousin, Waterfall, likes you," he said, making me stop my gameplay for a moment.

"Really?" I said. "We're talking about Waterfall. The niece to the Royal SeaWing throne."

He nodded.

"I would have never guessed that," I said to him, truthfully. "I thought she would already have another boyfriend by now." I turned to look at Starflight, who was staring at me, as if I was turning into a scavenger.

"Wow," was all he said after a short moment. "You clearly do not know Waterfall the way Tsunami explained her. She isn't the type of dragoness to just pick a new lover and done. Tsunami said she is careful of who to like and who to get away from, like some dragon named Silt. Do you know who he is?"

"He's the dragon who tried to rape Waterfall," I said bluntly, "but I was there in the nick of time to get her out of that."

It was silent for a long moment as we continued to play "Rise to Action". The enemy was now in full retreat, unable to overcome the mighty power of our allied forces.

"Damn," Starflight finally said. "So you were the hero who saved her. It was on the news, mentioning a NightWing who saved her dignity, but she wouldn't name who... "

"Probably because she was scared that she might endanger me by saying it," I thought aloud, the pieces clicking together one by one on my hypothesis. "I guess she didn't want to tell who the hero was, so it would make it easier for Silt to find me and kill me. I need to talk to her when I see her next time."

The rest of the night was silent as we finished up our round, with it ending in a victory. I turned off my recording equipment and took off my headphones while I waited for the game to shut off. Once it did, I got cost in my bed, which was actually a couch. Starflight headed for his room and closed the door once he walked inside the medium sized space. I let the lack of energy take over as I drifted into a peaceful sleep that night.