The Angel
By:
Moonlight at Midnight
Chapter Eight—
Dragon looked at the man, indeed feeling very sick, and shaken. All the same, she managed to ask, "Who are you? And where is Brute?"
The man didn't answer he just went over to her, dragging a trash can, and placing it by the side of her bed. Then he checked to see if she had a fever and said, "I would tell you the best thing you would happen to need is a good nights sleep, but I'm beginning to think that's not the greatest idea in the world."
"Beginning to think?" Mr. Saunders said sarcastically.
"Just who exactly are you?" Janet asked.
The man gave Jane an I-don't-like-you look, and then turned towards Dragon. Who by now took the trash can and was getting sick all in it. "Now I know if you gave it some thought Dragon, I'm positive you'll be able to figure out who I am. After all, you are the smartest one present in this room."
And as suddenly as her wave of nausea hit, she knew who the man was. She suppressed her need to hurl and said, "If you hadn't of said anything Brute, I'd probably wouldn't have recognized you." Then she dropped her head right over the trashcan and got sick in it again.
Brute smiled wickedly. His hair was a nice brown, and his eyes were a striking green. He was tall, but he still had that dog-like attitude about him. "Okay we know that the dream came and went, and it was a nightmare. Can you think of anymore details?"
Dragon shook her head no. And even if she could, she wouldn't tell a soul.
"Can I get you anything Dragon?" Came a quiet voice from behind her she turned and saw Rodger.
She gave him an appreciative smile, "No thanks, I don't think I could keep in anything down at the moment."
Rodger nodded his head, "But if I do need anything I'll let you know," she added.
Rodger smiled and went of to his room to get some sleep himself.
Dragon turned toward Brute, "Is it alright if I go back to sleep now? I'm really tired."
"Well…I suppose you can go back to sleep. But I'll have to be here keeping an eye on you," he said after a moments thought.
Dragon nodded and sank into her pillow, and drifted off to sleep almost instantaneously.
Brute turned toward Chrestomanci, ignoring Mr. Saunders all together, "I'll let you both in on everything tommorrow." He said grudgingly.
THE NEXT DAY
"Alright, I'm about to tell you both a secret that has been kept within the Noles family for generation to generation," Brute began rather dramatically, "It all started with Dragon's ancestor Amara. She was the first in the family to have…well Dragon's unique powers. She often was referred to as an angel. Amara healed the sick, gave hope to the hopeless…amongst other things. But it was her do-goody nature that got her into trouble, and ultimately led to her downfall."
Brute paused and took a breath, "A demon, by the name of Manlow, had heard of Amara's unique powers and came to investigate, when he found out the truth about her, he wouldn't rest till he had what she had. He slaughtered one family member after another, hoping-beyond-hope that one of them would possess her same abilities, but none of them did.
"Well Amara found out about Manlow, and decided she couldn't let a demon get a hold of her powers, but neither could she let him slaughter her family. She also knew she could not destroy Manlow, not in this lifetime at least. She did the one thing that appealed to her common sense; she put all her powers in a bottle, and gave it to the only person she could trust, one who would gladly die if it came to it. She gave him specific instructions, only open that bottle every 60 years, and put the powers back if Manlow ever came looking for it. When the person entrusted with the bottle asked her explanation was that with each new Noles adding her own personality and unique blend of talents the powers within, the bottle will grow stronger, to the point that the next Noles to receive it could destroy him and not risk giving him her gifts."
Brute stopped and a pained look crossed his face.
"Who did she entrust it the bottle to exactly?" Chrestomanci asked.
"I have lived for many a year Chrestomanci, protecting Noles after Noles who had been given her gifts. Many of them turned out to look like angels, but turned into brats the moment no one was looking," he paused for a moment, "I'm old enough to one of your ancestors..."
"She entrusted you with it?" Mr. Saunders gasped.
Brute nodded his head, rather sadly. "Life goes on, and yet I still remain the same. But these bones will turn to dust once he is destroyed, and I will forever rest in peace."
"I don't get it, what does this have to do with Dragon and her nightmare?" Saunders said rudely.
"Don't you get it? Dragon is the one with Amara's gifts, and she is the one who will destroy Manlow! Why do you think he was desperate enough to kill her parents? It's because he knew his time is up, and if he doesn't dispose of Dragon soon he'll be the one facing death not her. Her nightmare was Amara trying to tell her that being afraid would only further Manlow's hold on the family! Do you get it now?" Brute almost yelled.
"So your telling me, that demon who came in and killed her parents in front of Dragon was this demon Manlow?" Chrestomanci asked.
"We have a winner!" Brute yelled sarcastically.
"Then we must protect her-"
"No," Brute cut Mr. Saunders off, "You will only have to make sure Lily Ann stays out of the way. Dragon can take care of herself, and I will be there to guard her. Chrestomanci, in all respect, this is none of your affair. So please, keep your nose out of it!"
Brute got up, left Chrestomanci's office, and went to look for Dragon. Without another word
Dragon
What is going on? Dragon thought. Why is everybody so suddenly interested in me? What did I do?
"Er…Hi Dragon," Rodger said from behind her she turned around.
"Er…Hello Rodger. Did you need me for something?" she asked absentmindedly.
"I just wanted to see if you could help me with my history essay for Michael. We're covering the Salem Witch Trials."
Dragon gave him a smile, "Sure, I finished with mine. You can read my notes," she put in shyly.
"Thanks," Rodger said, as he followed her into her room.
Dragon spent her whole afternoon helping Rodger with his essay.
BRUTE
She is so much like Amara, but so different in many ways. Brute thought as he sat down in the sit by her bed as he listened to Dragon help Rodger with his essay.
She is truly an angel, just like Amara was. Oh Amara! What life have we both been forced to live? I pray with all my heart that we do meet each other again. As always, I will forever love you Amara. Always, and forever.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
A/N hmm…I could of sworn in looked longer!
A/N If my grammar sucks please forgive me, I wrote this chapter during school when I was really supposed to be taking notes for some test were having in World Geography! So I wasn't really focused. But I don't think I did to bad, but then again…
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