Hey guys! Before we begin this chapter, I just want to thank all of you who like and are supporting the story; I wouldn't be able to do it without you guys. All my testing is done (besides a History one we might not get at all). Now, on to the chapter. Wait.

Guest: I give you and big round of applause of thinking of that ship and having the courage to say (type) it out loud.

New ship name: Celsius x Owl: Owlsius.

*dabs* Okay on with the chapter.

Contains a spoiler from Talons of Power.

(Celsius's POV)

My mind was now spinning, and all control in my legs were lost. I stumbled back, dazed about what she just told me. Nearby dragons walking by gave me concerned and confused looks before walking away. Owl looked at me with a panicked expressions and scrambled towards me. Tears were now pouring out of her eyes, as if she just done something horrible.

Can she read minds? If so, what has she heard? I clutched my head, wanting to take back all the horrible things I might've thought while hanging out with her. How I make fun of other dragons that look like spoiled dragonets, and other things that make me like a jerk. Most of all, did she hear that I love her?

"Yes," she responded in a choked voice. "I have a mind reading power." She began to sob as I stared at her, shocked. "Go ahead, call me a monster, a demon, an unnatural creature." She looked at me with a pained expression, waiting for a response, but there was nothing coming from me. She looked at me for a few seconds before to walking away slowly.

Watching her go, I started to panic because it might be the last time I would ever see here again. I tried to call out, but I couldn't find my voice; but I could use my mind. Wait! I screamed in my head, causing her to flinch and turn back to meet my eyes. Her sad, golden eyes studied me, wanting to know why I was trying to get her attention. Why would I call you any of those? I think you are an amazing dragon that's misunderstood.

She began to walk slowly back to me, and I continued. I had to admit, it was kind of creepy talking to someone through your head, but I couldn't find my voice right now. I gazed at her in a encouraging way, wanting to get her hopes up.

"The IceWings at my high school think I'm a monster, wouldn't you feel the same, since your one too?"

I'm not one to judge dragons just by how they were born and how other dragons think of them. I only judge them by personality and kindness; and you are a perfect mixture of both.

As I thought this, it took a few seconds before the tears stopped from her eyes and I saw her blush at the compliment. I grinned at her, mentally cheering. "Thank you Celsius, but one more thing?" She took a step towards me, and I felt a little thread of anxiety of through me.

Yes.

"Why do you love me? We only met officially about twenty minutes ago," she asked through concern, but I was already giving her the answer.

You are a beautiful, well gifted, kind dragon that shouldn't be bullied or harmed by any other. I want to help you get through your tough life, even if you don't feel the same way about me. Do you?

"I kind of felt the same way when I first saw you, but I wasn't sure if I should trust my feelings, since I've been down paths of being rejected. Now, I know my answer." She pulled me to her and she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and her head on it. I was shocked for a moment, but then hugged her back. We stayed like his for a few seconds before we both let go of each other. She looked at me, her tears were gone and her smile was wide. "I knew you were different."

I laughed and she beamed. "Want to look around?" I asked, and she "yes" with no hesistation. As we walked down one of the big hallways, I put one of my wings around her, and she leaned in slightly to me, but I suddenly saw worry written across her face.

"Celsius?"

"Yeah, Owl?"

"I need to tell you something; something I have never told to anyone but my best friend and parents." She stopped walking and gazed at me, and I returned the stare.

"I am also a animus." She looked at me, expecting me to push her away, and be angry with her, but that was not how I felt. She then gave me a confused expression, as if I should've been running away from fear. Before she could act, I cut her off. I took hold of her talons.

"Like I said," I said dryly. "I am not one to judge by how dragons were born and how others feels about them."

She gave me a wide smile... then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek before giving me a quick hug. "Thank you, but I'm not sure I want to go into a relationship just yet. Can we just be friends for right now? Oh! Don't worry, I trust you, but it would be kind of awkward going into a relationship with a dragon I barely know." She read my mind on the last part, but I knew she just wanted to be cautious on who she dates, considering there were dragons out there who wanted to use her.

I nodded. "Friends," I agreed with a smile, knowing that it was better to take things slowly. And with that, went started walking down the hallway with my wing around her. We started talking about our ordinary lives, about our parents and the crazy things we saw over the years. Eventually, she told me she had a YouTube channel with around four million subscribers. I was so caught up with the fact that I accidentally thought about Galactic and with him being the biggest YouTuber in Pyrrhia. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked like she about to faint. She stumbled a little, but regained her balance quickly.

"Oh no," I thought aloud. "Shouldn't have thought about that."

"Y-your friends w-with h-him," she stuttered, and I had no other choice but to nod. "Wow." She stumbled again, catching me for balance. I felt my nerves shoot with excitement as she touched me with her talons, but I shook it off for now. I was scared that she might pass out, I hurried over to a bench and set her down carefully on it. Sitting next to her, I watched her carefully as she clutched her head. It was now a situation that would probably take about a couple hours to explain. I hope Galactic is having fun where he is.

"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" she asked me, looking light-headed.

"Would you want to go to some random dragon and say 'hey! I'm friends with the most popular dragon in the world' when he wants you to keep it a secret?"

"Point taken." I watched as she got up off the bench, wobbling a little. Immediately, I came to her side to act as a temporarily support system, but she shook me off with her wing. "I can handle myself, but if we are going to be in a relationship later, we need to tell each other everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything, he was my role model when I was younger. He was the reason why I got into YouTube." She looked at me, pleading through her eyes.

"Fine," I answered giving in, and she silently cheered as I started walking towards the exit of the mall. "It all started when he invited me to his house..."

(Freakwave's POV [first one ever!])

I was just hanging out in my dorm, playing my guitar. No one really knows I can play except my roommate: my cousin Turtle. It wasn't surprising that I got a family member as a dorm mate, considering the extended family is HUGE. Turtle was in the room, too, because he didn't get a date.

Nerd, I thought as I strummed the strings, Turtle listened thoughtfully. The reason I didn't go to the dance was easy: Seashell was visiting her family, who lived quite a bit away. I was currently playing a song I made up, but didn't make any lyrics. I should do that next, I thought as I finished the song. Turtle gave me a sarcastic round of applause as I grinned and bowed to him. He was sitting on his bed, looking at his golden armband he made a couple years back.

"How'd you like it?" I asked him, and he looked up at the ceiling, nodding thoughtfully.

"It was okay," he responded, and I raised my eyebrow at him. "You need some percussion. You know, drums?" I gave him a scowl and he just looked down at his armband again, as if it did something magical.

Speaking of magical, Turtle was also an animus (this story is when Turtle didn't enchant Anemone [sorry if I spoiled Talons of Power for you]), but he didn't want dragons to know about it, especially his mother. When the Royal SeaWing Family found out that Fathom was an animus, Queen Coral treated him like a king, but she just wanted to use his power for herself and the palace. Great Aunt Lagoon was the same, but kicked Fathom out of the mansions and palaces when he denied to stay away from Indigo, a low-born SeaWing. I met Indigo personally, and she was a nice dragon who looked out for Fathom.

I scoffed. "Says the dragon who knows nothing about music." He shrugged, grabbing the remote and turning on the T.V. "You need to go to the gym."

"Shut up," he responded, slightly annoyed by my comment. Yes, Turtle was a plump SeaWing, and I gave him a ton of shit on that. He liked to eat sweets and lay on the couch. He got tired easily and was always sore at the end of the day. "Now leave me to peace."

"Fine," I said in a autistic voice, and he just shook his head disappointingly. Walking out the room, I decided to explore the Music Department Building. I walked down the hallway and to the exit of the Silver Winglet building. The moon was amazing in the night sky tonight. I took a little while to gaze at it in awe, and a few dragons gave me weird looks as they passed by. There were couples going to the basketball stadium for the Christmas dance. Galactic better enjoy this night with my sister.

After a few minutes, I started to walk to the building. It was only a matter of minutes before I reached my destination. My talons made a low tap sound against the glass as I opened the door. The hallway on the building was bright with the lights shining every few yards of each other. There was no sound in the building, though.

I looked from room to room curiously. One room was full of wind instruments for operas. Another had guitars in there, with music notes on the board and a small message that said "Iguana was here".

Walking further down the hallway, I heard a strange noise, which I figured out to be the beating of drums. Slowly walking towards the cause of the sound, I saw the light in the room through the window. The light dimly shone out into the hallway, and I breathed slowly. Would I get in trouble if a teacher saw me here? I peeked into the window, and saw a SandWing beating against the drums with his sticks in his claws. He had black orbs that focused on the drumset in front of him and a gold earring on his left ear. His wings were folded back, staying out of the way. The light in the room were reflecting off his pale yellow scales, as he began to beat the drum rapidly. I didn't noticed until after half a minute that he was using his tail barb on the bass drum below him. I also noticed that he was sweating a whole ton, as if he's been here for hours.

His claws were flying across the drumset as he beat to the tone of the song that was playing on the radio. He was panting as he continued to play with no sign of pausing. I peeked and watched for a minute before I heard a crack sound and a yell of frustration. I didn't notice I was dozing off until I bolted awake and looked inside the room. The SandWing was glowering at the drum stick that broke in half. After a few seconds, he let it fall to the ground and went to a drawer. Opening it, he began to rummage through the objects.

I took this as a chance to introduce myself, so I opened the door slowly, but he didn't turn around. I was confused for a moment as he continued to look in the drawer. As he did this, I decided to try to scare him, but he then stopped searching.

"Don't try it," he told me, as if he read my mind. He turned around to give me a sly grin and walked up to me. He was bigger than I thought he was, but he didn't look terrifying. "I saw you looking through the window the entire time."

"I'm-"

"Don't be," he responded, waving me off. "All the chicks usually do that between classes. Never give me time to myself." He mumbled the last part as he dug through the drawer, taking out a pair of sticks. He looked at them disapprovingly. "Last pair."

As I looked at them, an idea popped into my head. "Can I see those real quick." He looked at me skeptically, but handed them over without question. He glanced up at my face for a moment.

"You have an idea about how to make the sticks not break, don't you?"

I stared at him in shock. Can he read my mind?

He then looked away, before saying: "I don't have NightWing powers, I am just very good at reading details."

"Woah," I breathed. "How do you read facial expressions? Can you teach me, because that would have been helpful a lot times for me."

"No one taught me how to do it," he responded, walking to the drumset. "I kind of adopted it as a skill, considering how my young life was."

"Why would you need to know what dragons are thinking?" That was the wrong question to ask, because his eyes darted to the floor and his expression hardened. I got the message that it was personal, so I decided to stop talking. Looking the drumsticks, I then gazed at the SandWing. "What's your name?"

The dragon chuckled. "No one really asks me that, I'm quite shocked." The dragon looked at me with a gleeful smile. "I'm Qibli."

"Oh! You're the SandWing everyone talks about," I thought out loud, and he tilted his head at me. "You're the skilled drummer."

"Of course dragons talk about me," he said with a toothy grin. "I've been doing this drumming stuff since Queen Thorn took me in. Anyways, what are you going to do with those?" He gazed at the drumsticks, and I gave me a grin.

"My cousin is an animus, so he enchant it to never break." He looked at me with a confused look. "You know, dragons with magical powers."

"What does he have to do to enchant stuff?"

"Well, for instance, he can say 'enchant these drumsticks to never break, no matter how hard they hit something or how much pressure they are put on'. That's pretty much how it works," I explained to him, and he nodded. After a moment of silence, he asked for his drumsticks back, and I complied.

"So they won't break, no matter what once it's been enchanted?" he asked me, and I nodded. "Okay." As he said that last word, he slammed his sticks to the ground as hard as he could. I was horrified with what he was doing, knowing that the drumsticks would be in splinters.

Gazing at the ground, my eyes widened in shock and my mouth opened up. The drumsticks didn't have a break, much less a dent. I looked at Qibli, who was just giving me a dry smile. "Thanks SeaWing." He held out his claw, waiting for me a to take it. I popped out of my shocked expression and looked at Qibli with a grin, before taking his claw and shaking it.

"The name is Freakwave," I responded. We let go, and the first thing I did was look at my talons. Each one was still the same, but I now knew I had powerful force inside me. Looking at Qibli, who was sitting on his stool behind the drumset, I called out to him. "Qibli."

He looked at me with an eyebrow raised, and I started over to him. "My cousin said that I needed more percussion to my music, being a guitarists in all."

"Already thinking ahead of you, and sure," he responded gleefully. "I always wanting to make my own music." We chatted a little while, figuring out when we wanted to meet up. As soon as that was done, I told him I had to leave, and he said that he needed to try out the drumsticks. Walking back to the Silver Winglet Building, I gazed my talons one more time. I, Freakwave Prince of the SeaWings, have an amazing power.

Finally! Thank you guys for being patient with me: I had a bowling tournament yesterday and a all day fieldtrip the day before. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I will see you in the next one.

Note from March 22, 2017:

Dear readers,

Sorry for the long pause of updating, still developing the plot (a.k.a. confusing myself in the story line). Hopefully I'll be able to finish the plot for this chapter soon.

Thanks for being patient and I will see you soon,

Zmike6.