Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 21 - Training by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
Honey!!! I'm HOME!!!!!
It's 3am, two hours of work lay before you now.
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Forgive me for the MASSIVE delay. my muse vetures forth once more. now, where's that cup of tea...
A/N - Reworked over the past hour, taking into acount requests and ideas that have been given. all done now. also playing pandemic 2 for the first time in years, started in madagascar... Fuck yeah! it's been an epic day. night peeps.
Jet snarled as the beam of red light narrowly missed his hand. One of the few exposed areas of flesh on his body. Barely two meters in front of him Nadja was smirking triumphantly as she cast rapidly over and over again at the spinning form of Jetor Greichman.
Combat Magic had progressed swiftly from getting the shit kicked out of them by their Professor to training their bodies to obey their minds'. Professor Kreig was adamant that they would learn nothing serious in the field of combative magic until they could dodge whatever was thrown at them.
Currently, Nadja was casting stunning spells as fast as she could against a dodging Jet. Jet, employing all the speed and grace he could get away with humanly possessing, was having no trouble avoiding the beams of light from the single source.
Kreig was watching the entire class dodge as effectively as they could, the mad web of spell fire from ten pairs of students causing all, even the casters, to dodge. But what particularly unnerved Jet was that he just stood still, nothing coming close to him. It was as if he could predetermine the safe spots and wait there for all eternity and not get hit. This was the first time the class did the exercise as a whole however. It was usually done in pairs as Kreig shouted at the students. Still, even then in this mad web of flying lights he didn't get hit. Jet didn't understand how he could do that. Then, five minutes into the new exercise one of the smaller children was caught out. Now instead of the pupil who cast the spell dropping out, they aided the other casters. Slowly but surely, one by one the other dodgers fell. Until it was just Jet against them all.
The bolts looked almost slow to the superior processing speed of the savage child. Weaving in and out of the spell was child's play, almost a game. He lost his focus on restraint. He started to slowly and accidentally channel some fire into his limbs, speeding their movement. He was now dodging the incoming attack with ease.
Proffessor Kreig saw the look on the boy's face, how calm he had become, how fast he was moving now, how he seamed at ease. The child couldn't already be Channelling could he? Kreig slowly enervated the other children and had them cast at the boy, he continued to dodge everything. Was that a smile? A laugh? Nineteen to one and the boy was laughing. Kreig smiled as the minutes ticked by and yet the boy continued to dodge. Twisting his body in and out of the beams of light as if he were made of rubber. This should not be happening so early, yet here he was.
The students were now looking on with rage at the 11 year old who dove in and out of the veritable wave of Stunners. None touching his armour nor his coat. It frustrated them, making them try harder. His laughter spurred them on.
Kreig suddenly told the students to halt the exercise. Then it was just him and the wild child looking at each other. The child's face was tight, grimacing now, not smiling.
"Well then Mr Greichman, THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" He roared, approval and pride clear in his tone.
Jet sighed in relief. He thought he gave to much away there. But apparently that level was expected. Although probably not this soon…
"Did you see what he did there? How fast he moved?"
"It's impossible to move that fast sir. He's cheating."
Jet glared at the pompous Pureblood. Just because he didn't know how to do something didn't mean it was impossible.
"No Poliakoff, he was not cheating. You just haven't learned how to do it yet. And I don't teach you till your fourth year. Mr Greichman however discovered how to do it already, haven't you?"
Jet gave a stiff nod.
"How?" the Professor pressed.
"It was, necessary given my accommodation arrangements, sir."
Kreig grunted back at this. Of course you would have had to learn fast there.
"Where professor?" The Pureblood from before demanded.
"Silence Poliakoff. Unless you want to ask him yourself I won't be answering any of your questions."
Nadja looked incredibly intrigued at this. More questions from her and her cohorts.
Brilliant.
xxXxx
Jet was sitting in the school library, such a vast resource of knowledge that rivalled his clan's collection. Currently he was absorbed in a rather intriguing tomb discussing the properties of dragon's blood as a potions reagent. Jet wondering if his human blood carried over any of the qualities… it appeared to be quite poisonous to most beings on the planet in any quantity larger than a drop. Nadja and her friends were sitting around him, curiously silent too. She had restrained for a week, it was impressive restraint for Nadja, but she was fit to burst. And from the looks of her friends she had told them about the Combat Magic lesson to.
"So..."
The single syllable broke the studious silence.
"Where are you from actually? We've all known you for months but you have never actually told us. How come?"
Jet smiled. The truth in this case would be infinitely stranger than any fiction that he could come up with, so why not tell the truth and let them believe it as a fiction? For now at least, perhaps when he left the school Redclaw could pick him up…
"I grew up in a Romanian Dragon Reserve, and I still call it home to this day."
All was quiet for a few seconds.
"I call bullshit." Nadja was quick to comment on Jet's claim.
Jet smirked at the laughs and for him to tell them where he was 'really' from.
"What could I possibly do to prove this to you?"
"Ride out of here on a dragon for Christmas break, it's in a few week's so there's no way you can set something up"
"Fine. Any specific breed?"
"Surprise us."
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Some of the classes were starting to blur together to Jet. They were just useless to him; akin to learning a dead language. Each history lecture was a droning repeat of the last, each Herbology lesson just another deadly or vicious plant from some far flung corner of the world. During the physical training however Jet mainly left his body to do what it did best and just complete the course, running was far easier than flying after all with regards to the focus required. He was up to keeping pace with the fourth years now that Kreig let the teachers know that he had some ability to Channel, as he called it, to show that he has talent. But one class continued to fascinate the boy, even more so than Combat Magic.
Potions. Particularly, it's applications for his clan far away. Potions to replenish stamina and strength. Potions to heal the sick and aid the elderly by delivering massive quantities of energy. Even potions to accelerate growth. These would be good for the clan. Now if only he could get the dwarves to help him brew them in bulk. The Christmas holidays were drawing near. Few students wanted to stay at Durmstrang over the freezing winter, probably why these holidays were so long. A month of spare time. What could Jet do to change the world in a month?
A reply had come from Master Crooked Shaft informing him that his plan would go ahead, and that his mate would agree to keep herself hidden but would pick him up anyhow.
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Jetor Greichman stood at the arrival area, the flock of girls behind him waiting expectantly smirking, no sense of fear at all of the possibility that he would really be able to summon a dragon. Staying with their parents a while after the main bulk had departed, only a few students awaiting behind them as they watched the little first year. They all smiled as he turned around and sighed.
"What's the matter Jetor? Lost your dragon?" Nadja smirked, she knew he was lying. It was just another one of his silly stories.
"Come Mother, Father. Let's go. Growing up on a Dragon Reserve is just a bit to outlandish. Next thing he'll be telling us he's friends with the dwarves."
One by one the families departed, ripping the laws of space and time asunder, leaving the boy in the freezing cold. A gust of warm air brushed against his neck and he reached up and stroked Silence's cheek. She particularly enjoyed his ability to scratch in these places that were just impossible for a dragon to get to.
"Come on my mate. Let us go home." Jet announced, amused at his mate's smug look at being able to hide for so long just arm's length from so many humans.
Professor Karkaroff looked up to the sky to see two vast black shapes against the stars flying away. "Well played Mr Greichman, well played..."
xxXxx
The colony had survived well with it's Leaders absence. Silence's first clutch had hatched earlier. The lythe dragons were bred to fly silently and quickly. They were beautiful to Jet as they flew through the air and hunted down the pigeons that had started to call this place home in the absence of younglings. The poor, tasty fools.
Jet unleashed the pent up passions of several months on his two mates, both of whom were found embracing each other still comatose the following afternoon. Jet was nowhere to be seen but boy could he be smelt; his seed was everwhere, something the two dragonesses, even in their current state, were taking advantage of as they rolled around in it, covering themselves in his intoxicating scent.
xxXxx
The Dwarf King sat with his most powerful ally, a 12 year old boy as they explored their next plan to improve the lives of both of their peoples.
"… So you see Tranthur with the vat's of potions we could run more tunnels, improving the efficiency of our mining crews and making it easier to expand our empires."
"I see what you're getting at Jet. This would be very beneficial. But have you considered the fact that these potions are designed for humans not dragons?"
Jet paused. Crap… back to the drawing board. But first, something long overdue.
xxXxx
Redclaw and Silence breached the surface of the lake in a panic; an act that thankfully cleaned them off. They were so used to awaking to hear cries of their young. The quiet around them caused a major panic. They were relieved however to hear their happy calls resounding across the lake. In less of a hurry they winged their way over. What they saw melted their hearts.
In a small bowl in the hills around the lake lay a massive black dragon surrounded by it's hatchlings. Jet was playing with his hatchlings.
Launching them from his wings, letting them perch on his tail and neck. Joining their yowling games.
It was so peaceful then, just a family in the hollow spending some quality time together.
Jet enjoyed these moments over his holidays… they reminded him that there was more to life that magic and domination. That such a simple thing as family made his life all the richer.
xxXxx
In a distant castle an old man watched his new pawn look into a gilded mirror. He idly considered the consequences of leaving the boy to be drawn into the mirror like so many before him. When he found the damned thing he had discovered several skeletons nearby, and the death of the Longbottom boy would be unacceptable, so he decided it was best to intervene. Never the less, this gave the little pawns a vital piece of the key they needed if they were to complete his little puzzle. He caught a glance of a young girl in the mirror, a circlet of daisies on her head of honey yellow hair.
Every game requires sacrifices, no matter how painful they may be. He'd already paid his, it was somebody else's turn. For the greater good.
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