Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 20 - Education by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
Yes! i updated again! sorry for taking so long.
Here you all are my peeps.
The morning found young Jetor Greichman awake, and starving. He started the day with the sun-rise. Even all of his caves that he had ever lived in had no sun he had somehow managed to leave to see it peaking over the horizon every day. He made his way down to the kitchens, the halls were still dark and gloomy, but not as much so. It looked like the place had been given a quick spruce up overnight. As he opened the kitchen doors his eyes were beset by a very strange sight. There several small creatures at work. He had never seen these beings before, about the same size as goblins, but smaller, scrawnier.
The moved with the utmost of efficiency, every action had a purpose, every movement was sure and economised. Their inner fire was different to the other beings he had so far seen. While the fire of others had been a roiling barely contained mass striving to escape, these small creatures had a very subservient fire.
Like their actions, it was reserved, understated, but it was also very powerful. Jet sensed that their quiet fires could do far more damage than the exuberant fires of others if they wished. They were a race to respect.
They appeared to be cooking breakfasts. For who he was not sure. He could not imagine creatures with such power serving others. He also noticed several crests upon the various coverings. A pinned on badge here, a sewn on patch there, one even going so far as to have it branded into his shoulder. This one Jet noticed was far jitterier than the others.
Jet tugged open a door and pulled out a bin, digging deep in he found a splendid raw liver. This one appeared to be from a large pig of some type, and it smelled delicious. Now, were those hearts stored again?
Gradually students trickled into the kitchens. Some of them looked rather sore from yesterdays regimes. As usual they looked at the boy curiously. His odd diet and strange appearance did put them all slightly on edge.
Nadia arrived soon, followed by some friends she had made outside of school. She introduced Jetor to the others, who greeted him with warmly. He'd managed to gain their friend's trust after the first day, so he must be all right.
They did however observe his eating habits with a small measure of disgust. That and he wore the same leather patches from yesterday. Didn't he change at all?
Jet reviewed his timetable for the day. One subject in particular engaged his interests.
Combat magic
It looked like fun. The other subjects on his timetable however didn't look as interesting. History of Magic and Charms. Jet only knew that wizarding history was remarkably one sided, and charms were often used for menial tasks. They didn't have the qualities that he was looking for in magic, something to reduce his enemy's to dust. Combat Magic however, looked like just the thing. But first, Liver!
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History of Magic was to say the least, Dull. It was taught by a pot bellied old
professor called Professor Emlékmű, or at least that was what was on the board. His wheezing drone washed over the children and positively put them to sleep. A few of the more studious were starting on their Herbology homework from the day before. Jetor however, simply watched the man and absorbed the information. Though his delivery was poor, the subject was riveting. Goblin wars. Details of goblin wars, their tactics, their losses, their customs. Useful information against the little green things; much more so than the rumours of dwarves and the mutterings of old scholars.
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Charms was different, very different. The teacher was called Professor Wesoly, and he was unbelievably unbearable. He wasn't boring, he wasn't weak, be was just too damned happy. The rest of the first years were enjoying themselves greatly, laughing and playing with the Charms to turn a mouse from white to yellow. To Charm it to caw like a crow rather than squeak like a mouse. Jet had a go at making it roar like a Dragon, fire and all. There was a very brief roar... before it turned into an even briefer screech as the mouse's throat could no long contain the flame and liquefied. All that remained was a headless, charred husk when it was all said and done.
Mice clearly were not very fireproof.
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Finaly, the class he had been waiting for; Combat Magic.
Professor Krieg was strict. Unforgiving, and one of the few wizards in this world that Jet would truly respect. For the first few minutes of the lesson there was no sign of the notorious teacher.
Suddenly a burst of light blinded most in the class. Following the flash of light were waves of Stunning Spells. Jet changed to his fire view as the lines of light flew by.
He watched as the fires of his classmates flared and dimmed as they panicked and were then forced into unconsciousness. Jet recognised these spells as the ones the wizards used against him before he'd come to the Reserve. He ducked and dived with the few survivors of the first barrage.
Diving and dodging, the surviving few were himeslf, Nadja and one of the early developing first years who had obviously had some from of good old fashioned home school Pureblood training. Nadja was the first to go, succumbing to a rather nasty triangle of Stunners. A few seconds later the Pureblood was struck down after he attempted an overly complicated twist followed by a spell chain. Then Jet was the soul focus of his efforts. Jet dodged, spun, dived, jumped, everything he could but it was not enough. He was eventually struck… and nothing happened. His cloak absorbed the energy of the spell, dissipating it across the hundreds of segments of his armour. Kried paused for a split second. He was surprised, students didn't usually wear body armor during his first lesson…
Then the student fired back… He dodged the stunner and replied with one in turn, a student was actually duelling with him… for a second.
Kreig kicked up the pace, the Firstie didn't. Within five seconds of the first year firing back he was out. This is why he is the Combat Magic instructor and had been since he graduated and applied for the position.
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Jetor awoke to the sight of the instructor reviving him and then the others. Then the shouting started.
Jet swore this was just like the Elder; break down the new recruits, rebuild in a better form. But the Elder had already tried to break Jet.
It didn't work then either...
After five minutes of getting shouted at for how lazy and incompetent they all were Kreig started by telling them to cast spells as fast and as long as they could against a warded wall. Those who had been given training at home started instantly firing curses at the wall. Those who did not tried to copy them. Jet however repeatedly cast colour altering spells at the wall, rapidly cycling it's colour through the spectrum. After a few seconds of this Kreig started the shouting again.
"Jetor! What are you doing!"
"Following your orders, sir."
"What were they then? I don't recall telling you to recolor my classroom!"
Jet kept his cool. "No sir, you did not. You told us to cast spells as fast and as long as we could against the wall. The wall is warded against various combative magic's so I would have to cast a non-combative spell to effect the wall itself. The colour changing spell has a short incantation, simple wand movement and exerts a minimal magical drain, hence fulfilling all of your requirements by firing spells against the wall that effected the wall as fast and as long as I can."
Kreigs eye twitched.
"Describe and demonstrate a use of that spell in a duel, boy"
Jet thought for a second. "Vision impairment."
"Prove it on me then."
As soon as the words left his mouth Jetor cast the spell at his teacher's face. The teacher attempted to block, but the low powered non-combat spell's intent passed through the Protego. The lenses of his eyes instantly turned a garish solid pink, blocking all light to his teacher's eyes and hence blinding him.
Kreig muttered the counter spell, nodded to his student, and continued the class.
Jetor's logic was unquestionable in this matter and he had, by his own devices mind you, turned an innocent spell spell used to colour walls into a blinding weapon that passed through Protego shields. It took most of his classes at least half a year into their second year to learn that old trick.
This was one to watch alright.
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Fitness was again dull. This time they were swimming across a lake. They were rather harshly deposited in the middle by older students, and told to swim back or drown.
Jet missed his wings at this point. It would be so much easier to swim like that.
Nadja was very happily swimming back to land, everyone was powering their way forwards, apart from one. A little pompous Pureblood girl - a waif of a girl, blond hair, blue eyes; the very definition of princess - who clearly didn't know how to swim. However she was putting in a very good effort to paddle around. She looked like a small hatchling that fell into the entrance pool by accident. And every time that that had happened one of the adults waited until they were on the verge of going under before helping them out. This was to teach them to never give up and to hang in for as long as possible.
This little princess was slowly making her way back to land, Jet following her every bit of the way.
"Why are you doing that?" She snapped eventually.
Jet cocked his head as he almost lazily drifted, completely silent around her frantic splashing. "What?"
"Embarrassing me." The petite girl snarled.
"Looking after my fellow pupils is embarrassing?" He wondered.
"The fact that you think I need help, which I don't, is."
Jet looked pointedly at her; she was up to her chin now. "Of course you don't. I'm just here to make conversation."
"Why don't you swim ahead?"
"I'm quite happy here thanks. It's a free lake."
The glare he got then was almost good enough to constitute a threat.
Almost.
It took half an hour of her furiously paddling along until she gave up. A very good time if Jet was honest. She did well.
Only once she started to regularly snort water out of her nose and dip underwater with every other stroke did Jet intervene. Grabbing her head out of the water and supporting her back with his front he powered them to the shore. His warm body heating up her dangerously cold one. His fire empowered limbs pushing them towards the shore easily.
About halfway there and about five minutes of powerful swimming she awoke. To tired to sputter angrily she relaxed and was content to be dragged along for now. She could always get him for his supposed slight later, but the warmth, it made the water almost comfortable.
Once they landed on the beach and Jet made sure she was alright, he headed back to his room.
"Wait!"
Jetor looked back at the little girl.
"Thank you." She said in a much less angry tone, genuinely grateful for the help.
He smiled back. "Learn how to swim little princess. I may not be there next time."
As Jet climbed the staircase he saw Petru and his gang again.
Outside his door again.
Attempting to look dangerous. Again.
Miserably failing... again.
...
Jet entered his room with a pile of moaning bodies behind him.
HE took of his armour and shifted back to his natural form, sighing with relief as he stretched out in his gravel bed.
This school wasn't to bad after all. However, looking after the Hatchlings could become a full time job.
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