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Chapter 3: Secret Friends!
The bell rung.
Dear mental diary, can you believe it? The first day of school is already over! I actually survived school! Woo! My parents should be impressed, hopefully. I wonder what Clarrisa and Celton will think. Clarrisa will probably be like "you got lucky this time" and Celton will say, "you survived? Whoa, I didn't know the other students pitied you that much." I can see it now. But I can just say something like "Well, at least I'm challenging myself and doing something that the rest of the population isn't doing!" Then Clarrisa will say, "why are you proud of that?" And of course, Celton will finish with "weirdo!" My life is so predictable. Cy smirked as she skipped down the stairs, ending by tripping, crashing to the ground, and banging her helmet on the pavement. And she says she survived school?
I did survive! I did survive! This is after school…it doesn't count! Cy grumbled as she got to her feet. Stupid armor sleeves…you can't roll them up! She picked up her fallen Spell Book and hurried – oh, sorry – walked and tripped down the sidewalk.
"I've got to get home fast," she said to herself. She looked up and spotted a bench with a couple of bushes. Sitting there was Svrion, talking to himself. At least, it appeared so. He occasionally looked back at the bushes, but he was clearly not holding a conversation with anyone visible. Cy raised her eyebrows.
Maybe I should stay…and…make a new friend. Cy thought of the flip side of the situation.
Hello? When does a girl just go randomly talk to a guy unless she likes him? He will know!
Wait…but I do have to thank him…that's an excuse! Cy hurried – and tripped and stumbled – to Svrion.
He looked up as she drew closer. After all, it was impossible to not notice someone who was wearing a purple suit five times her size and tripping and falling while approaching him. He smiled as she came.
"Hey!" he said casually. Cy stopped then and stared at him like he was a ghost. Her internal systems froze.
Oh oh…need to upload emergency system. Hurry, hot-guy protocol download!
"Hey!" Cy said, flashing a big smile – not too big though –as she stood right in front of him. "The name's Svrion, right?"
"Yep. And you're Cyrrielle?"
"Yes, but call me Cy. Almost everyone does."
"Cy…nice, short, and pretty." Cy fought to conceal her blush. "Like you." Cy smiled, then frowned, and then smiled again. Then she blushed.
Besides the short part…I like what he said.
"Thank you. And also, I'd like to say thanks for standing up for me." Cy sat down and put her hand on Svrion's elbow. "It really means a lot." Svrion smiled.
"I just believe that everyone can be good inside, that's all. Just because you're the same outside doesn't mean you're the same inside."
Dear mental diary…I can come up with a few examples that agree with that. First, my really attractive older brother who is a total nutcase and loser sometimes, my really attractive older sister who acts like an over-popular idiot, and of course, dear Svrion, the really, really attractive guy who has the appearance of an over-popular hot, stuck-up guy, but is really nice inside.
"After all," Svrion continued. "Never judge a book by its cover any less than you would a person by their clothes."
I sure hope no one judged me by my clothes.
"Well, thanks!" Cy smiled sweetly and Svrion returned it with a warm grin. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds. It could have been considered romantic, until the bushes behind them started to shake and a voice in the air said,
"Is that a girl?"
"Yep, dude, and a reallycute one too!" Cy narrowed her eyebrows.
"Did you hear that?" she asked, turning toward the bushes.
"No," Svrion said rather quickly. "Funny, I haven't heard anything. Maybe someone was talking and you heard his conversation. Why are you looking at the bushes? They aren't interesting. Look at the…fountain. Isn't it pretty?" Cy narrowed her eyes.
"Is there something wrong with the bushes?" she asked. Svrion shook his head.
"Wrong? With the bushes? No! Of course not! But…the fountain is better! Look at it…being all fountainiously fabulous in its fountainly fame!" Cy raised her eyebrows. Okay, so this guy was a little bit weird…
"Are you okay?"
"Sure I'm okay, I've never been better! Don't look at the bushes though…"
"Is there something in the bushes?"
"No. But don't look at them. They might get nervous." Cy scrunched her eyes.
"Nervous? Bushes?"
"You know what…the conversation is not that great. Why don't we talk about something else…like…the fountain?"
"How about we talk about you and your problem with the bushes."
"I don't have a problem with the bushes. It's just…they have a problem with me."
"The more you talk, the more twisted you sound. Just tell me what's wrong with them!" Cy glared at Svrion, who leaned back with a hesitant look.
Hesitant look? Man, this guy only has one look and that is the look of hotness.
Cy softened her glare as Svrion softened his own expression.
"If you want to know about the bushes…" Svrion started carefully, "you have to promise to keep it a secret. Will you?" Cy nodded. Svrion turned to the bushes.
"It's over guys-,"
"THANK GOODNESS RA!" The young man who had just released the outburst popped his head out from the bushes, spitting out leaves. Next to him arrived a much calmer face that looked less annoyed than the other.
"Cy, this is Hufanse and Aundren. Hufanse and Aundren, this is Cy." Cy wiggled her fingers at them. Hufanse's jaw dropped open and a red blush rose up his face. The other smiled warmly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Cy," Aundren said calmly.
"You too!" Cy replied. Svrion tapped Hufanse's head to attract his attention from the prolonged jaw-dropped stare.
"Hey girl, what's up?" he finally managed to say. Cy cocked her head to the side.
"The usual…what are you doing in the bushes?" Aundren sighed and Hufanse smiled.
"Waiting to ambush somebody!" he joked. Cy raised her eyebrows and looked at Svrion who slapped his forehead.
"On the contrary," Aundren explained truthfully, "we are hiding from others who might wish to ambush us if we dare get out of our present positions. Since I am a Dragon Master Knight and my friend a Lord of Dragons, we are in constant danger. The war has seriously impacted our way of life. Rather, it has destroyed it." Cy nodded in interest, displaying a look of worry. Svrion took the responsibility of explaining furthur.
"You see, Cy. Hufanse and Aundren have been my friends for the past three years. Of course, back then, it was okay for us to be together. But, lately, with all the war threats, the Light Kingdom has lost any trust it placed on Dragon warriors, leaving Hufanse and Aundren possible targets for eternal imprisonment.
"They are good though. They actually hate Jinzo and Cosmo Queen."
"I see," Cy said.
"Well," Aundren finished. "Now, we have come here to hide. You might think…why not hide in our own kingdom? Well, unfortunately, the Dark King and Queen have decided to recruit all those who stayed. We had little choice but to run."
"Then…why are you guys hiding in bushes?"
"It's a good source of food," Lord of Dragons joked again. The other three stared at him. "Okay…well…probably not…chill people, work with me here!" Cy stood up.
"Oh well, it looks it's time for me to go. I gotta get home, my mom will be worried. My dad…he probably won't give a care. He might even be upset that I'm alive, but it's going to be fine! So, see ya' later!" Cy waved and turned around.
"Remember, don't tell anyone about Hufanse and Aundren!" Svrion called as she hurried – ay,ay,ay – tripped and stumbled away.
"I won't! Promise!" Cy said, turning her head and waving one more time. Then, she turned back around and walked straight into a lamppost.
………
"I'm home!" Cy shouted as she entered her house. "I survived!" Cy walked in and shut the door behind her, making sure her helmet was straight and that she was not stepping on her uniform. Clarrisa was the first to appear on the scene, trying to paint her nails and braid her hair at the same time while holding up the picture of the style she was trying to imitate.
"You got lucky this time…" she said. Celton came running down the stairs two at a time.
"You survived?" he asked with a surprised tone, even though his face looked like it couldn't grin any wider. "Whoa, I didn't know the other students pitied you that much." Cy spread out her hands.
"Well…at least I'm challenging myself and doing something that the rest of the population isn't doing!" Clarrisa raised her eyebrows.
"Why are you proud of that?" Cy sighed.
"Weirdo!" Celton added. Now, didn't that just sound familiar? It's missing something…
My life is so predictable.
Well, there it is. Cy's foreseen conversation. She shook her head in annoyance as she walked into the living room. Her mom was there, sitting on one of the couches. She was so absorbed in the pink and blue cloth she was stitching that she didn't even look up. Cy had to ahem very loudly to get her attention. Her mom looked up and jumped from surprise, dropping her masterpiece.
"Oh!" she sighed with relief. "It's my daughter!" Wow, now didn't that make Cy feel good about herself?
"I'm home!" Cy said, stressing the second word as if it wasn't obvious.
"I'm stitching."
"I know that." Cy's mother glared icily at her teenager before going back to her work.
"Homework?" she queried bluntly, eyes focused on the needlework.
"Not much," Cy answered, forcing out every word as if they were arrows aimed for a target board. "We spent the whole time talking."
"I see," her mother responded absently. Cy frowned.
"Well, thanks for being so excited about my first day of school."
"You're welcome." Cy rolled her eyes. She knew pressing the conversation further wasn't going to get her anywhere. She turned to go up to her room. Not quick enough. Her mother asked another question.
"Met anybody?" Cy clenched her empty fist shut.
"Some people," she answered vaguely.
"Who?"
"Why?" Cy's mother put down her needle and placed both hands on her lap.
"Cyrrielle. Come over here. Let's stop being angry for a little bit and just talk, okay? A mother to daughter thing?" Cy sighed as she walked over and plopped on a seat in front of her mom.
"Fine, tell me." Cy said it as if she was about to get her head chopped off.
"You tell me. Who are the people you met?"
"Well, there's Svrion, Hufanse, and Aundren." Now, a smart, wise Cy would have stopped right there. She would have explained they were all in her class keeping in mind a very special promise she had made earlier. But then again, this wasn't the "smart, wise Cy" currently sitting in that leather chair.
"Who are they?" That was the fatal question.
"Svrion's the guy that sits right next to me…"
"Cute?"
"Hot."
"Oh, I see."
"Well, Hufanse and Aundren are pretty cute to. I met them in the bushes today." Oh, the fatal response! Cy's mother raised her eyebrows.
"Uh…what?"
"I know, it sounds weird. But they were hiding!" Oh, the more fatal response. Cy's mother nodded deeply, her eyes cast to the side in deep thought. Anybody would be praying for Cy to stop now.
"From who? Are they Dark Magicians-to-be?"
"No, one's a Dragon Master Knight and the other is a Lord of Dragons." Oh, the most fatal sentence! Cy's mother raised her eyebrows until they disappeared completely under her hair. "They're hiding from the people who want to catch them. They are in a bush in front of the school." Cy, stop now!
"I…see…" was all her mother could choke out, her tongue stuck inside her left cheek and lips rounded as if she was thinking worriedly.
"Well," Cy said, standing up. "I'm going to go upstairs and rest a bit…'kay?" She got a nod in response and proceeded to – you know the drill – stumble, trip, and fall up the stairs. Once she got to the top, which took nearly ten minutes, she hurried – fell, tripped, etc. – to her room and proceeded to change.
Dear mental diary. My brother and sister did exactly what I expected. My mother actually listened for once. I hope my dad isn't in a bad mood when he comes. Other than that, things are going smoothly to my knowledge. Obviously, Cy's knowledge was pretty limited.