Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 22 - Exceeds Expectations by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
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Jet sighed with regret as he launched off from the top of the Dwarven castle. He hated to leave his mates and children behind, but he needed to return to the other world. Both Redclaw and Silence were very displeased with the idea of him leaving again, but he quickly placated them. He wouldn't forget either of them during his time away.
He was also immensely proud of his hatchlings, they were all taking care of themselves, playing and cavorting around the caves with joyful abandon. They were a part of his life now, an immense part. He would die for them, any of them. He was their father.
And so he flew his heavy heart back to Durmstrang, winging his way to the other world.
xxXxx
Nadja arrived a few days after he did, finding him in the kitchens in the morning.
"Jetor!" She ran towards him and threw herself into a hug… or that's what she tried to do.
She found herself pinned to the floor with a knife at here throat. She looked into his now diamond hard eyes as he glared into hers. He blinked twice, slowly. Then smiled.
"I'm incredibly sorry Nadja, old habits you see" He quickly pulled her to her feet and stowed the knife. "You know how hard Professor Kreig has been drilling us"
"No no, it's alright… so how was your holiday?"
Jet thought about this one… how best to answer.
"Not too bad. I had a potions project that fell through rather spectacularly but it was great to meet my family again."
Nadja smiled at this, brightly. It was good to know that Jetor had fun… she was starting to think that he didn't know the meaning of the word.
"So how was your holiday? Keep to the fitness regime?"
"It was great thanks! Christmas was great this year, I got a new set of dress robes, some goblin crafted earrings…"
Jet zoned out for a bit after that. He knew that Nadja was well off, but he really didn't care that much. Nadja was just Nadja, a friend and companion.
"Jet.. JET!"
"Sorry, what?"
She rolled her eyes.
"I said, what did you get?"
"… socks"
"Socks?"
"Yep… plain old socks"
The eye rolling happened again.
"Boys"
"So the training?"
"What training?"
"The regime that Kreig gave us before we left… you did remember to do it right?"
She smiled imperiously at Jet.
"Didn't need to"
"What do you mean?"
"I know your secret"
"Which one?"
"How you do it, how you're so fast"
Jet leaned back and crossed his arms.
"Oh really? Do tell"
"I've learned how to channel magic through my limbs!"
Jet levelled a stare at her.
"That's it?"
"Yep, and I bet i'm stronger than you now"
Stronger than a dragon in human form… sure.
"Really now? You and me, arm wrestle here and now."
She grinned eagerly.
"Your on!"
They settled across the breakfast table, Jet holding his hand up ready, smiling at the girl who thought she could best him.
She gripped his hand, breathing deeply, focusing her mind… novice.
"Three, Two, One, NOW!"
She Heaved… and nothing happened.
There was force behind the girl, by god there was force. If jet had to quantify it it would be about the force of a family sedan going at 60mph held by his arm.
Nadja's cocky grin fell a little.
She closed her eyes and focused. The force increased. Now it was more along the lines of a large SUV at 70mph.
She opened her eyes again and looked at Jet's arm. His muscles were bulging and visibly straining. Whiplash tight under the force she was exerting. He wasn't using any magic!
Under Jet's skin, the muscle of the human was being replaced with the superior Draconian muscle. Muscle that was used to shifting this kind of force casually. Jet's smile hadn't wavered at all as he sat there holding back the incredible force.
"Is that it?"
He smirked at her incensed glare. The force increased again, by now there was a Cement truck running at his arm. He could feel the bone's creaking a little under the force. His ligaments groaning and his muscles visibly straining.
"My turn"
Nadja attempted to increase her efforts as with a slow and measured pace, Jet's hand moved slowly but surely towards the table, with her's below it! She looked at his arm again, the muscles rippling as they moved with the arm. As he reached the halfway point he stopped, smiled at her again, then snapped down, the other way…
His fist was now scant centimetres from the table edge, she was winning! All she had to do now was… but it happened again, with the inevitability of death itself his arm rotated around until her fist touched the table.
She sagged as she released the control on her magic, letting the limb return to human standards. As Jet let go of her hand the pain set in. Her arm Burned from having so much magic channeled through it.
As she cradled the limb she looked at him with anger and hurt over what had happened to her.
"How? How the hell did you do that? YOU DIDN'T EVEN CHANNEL MAGIC INTO YOUR LIMBS!"
"Time, Effort, and a lot of pain."
"But, having physically powerful enough muscles to hold back that kind of force… it's impossible!"
"Is it now? And why is that?"
"No human can do that!"
"Now what on earth my dear Nadja, makes you think that i'm human? You see i'm far, far more than any near human."
"Then… what are you?"
"What am I? I am a wizard of course"
The glare returned.
"This really hurt's you know"
"I was aware of the fact, yes."
Jet reached across the table and extended his magic down his arm, resulting in it glowing with a yellow light, flittering like fire, and touched Nadja's injured arm.
'Fix it' he spoke to his fire as he touched her.
At first, nothing. Then a tugging sensation, then a pouring, then nothing.
"There… Better?"
Nadja stretched out her arm, twirled it a bit and smiled.
"Much better thanks. How did you do that?"
"Trade secret's dear."
xxXxx
Classes progressed well for Jetor. Though most of his free time he spent working on personal projects. His main project at the moment was creating a pepper up potion that would be suitable for dragons. He had been testing it on himself and so far no notable difference had come about drinking the potion.
Another one of these side projects that he had been working on was wantless magic. He had gotten it down to ordering it to do specific actions on things he touched, like healing Nadja. But anything more complicated than a Wingardium Leviosa was out of the question.
He was however rather fascinated by the effect that heavily channeling magic through his limbs caused. The yellow light and fire like flickering were novel, and extremely annoying. how could he use this magic in darkness if using it gave of light. It was so inefficient too, wasted fire on light outside of his body. He needed to train more.
A couple of the other students besides from Nadja had asked their parents on the 'channeling' that Jetor was using to increase his speed. You could tell who they were as when they were asked to run, they bounced up several feet into the air.
Professor Kreig looked at the select students who had displayed this talent.
And promptly ripped into them.
He explained to them, through various vulgar and very gesticulative means, that using magic as a crutch was a stupid and idiotic thing to do, and that they were not to use it for the next four months until they had learned the appropriate control over their bodies… which was precisely what the dodging practice was about.
It was at this point that Poliakoff blurted out why Jetor was allowed to use the technique.
Kreig just looked at the whiny child who had clearly not followed the regime over the winter holidays.
"The reason why Poliakoff Mr. Griechman is allowed to channel magic and you are not, is that he hasn't done it yet."
"But when he was dodging all of us at once professor, you said he was!"
"I thought he was… But an incident the other day has persuaded me otherwise. Isn't that right Nadja?"
Jetor's head snapped sideways to look at his friend.
"You told him?"
"Told him what?" she nervously looked at her shoes…
"She told me that you were able to withhold a fully magically enhanced limb in an arm wrestle using only your muscle. She approached me to enquire if such a thing was possible."
She looked at Jet's face, smiling a little, hopefully everything would be ok.
"We'll talk later" Jet's tone conveying that everything was most certainly not ok.
Professor Kreig looked at the boy called Jetor Greichman with a shrewd eye.
"Mr Greichman, please report to my office tonight. I believe we have quite a bit to talk about."
"Yes Professor."
xxXxx
"Well then Jetor, you're probably wondering why you are here?"
"A little Professor."
"In my class Jetor, I cannot tolerate slacking. and it has become apparent to me, that you are slacking…"
"Sir?"
"You are not fully applying yourself, you're not giving it everything you've got."
Jet's eyes narrowed.
"And why Professor should I give it everything?"
"For the same reason that Poliakoff is not allowed to channel magic into his limbs. because he would stagnate, and rot. all that he could be would be diminished to what he allows himself to show."
"Sir?"
"One day Jetor, if you continue to hold back, you will find yourself in an instance where you no longer can hold back, only to find yourself lacking. You need to stop holding back, so that you never find yourself in that position."
Jetor scoffed at this.
"The day that I meet something that bests me is the day that hell freezes over."
Kreig's eyes hardened.
"Imputant boy!"
His wand flashed, Jet dodged.
"You think that you are invincible!"
Another wand appeared, this he was not prepared for.
"You think that because you are different you are special and cannot be bested!"
He was casted at blisteringly fast, all spells pinpoint accurate for either his head or his hands… he started to see deadly spells… that's it, gloves off now… human.
According to Kreig's eyes, Jetor simply vanished… they could not process the speed with which he moved, but he knew where he would move to. As he aimed behind him he was struck hard from behind. He found himself pinned on his back with a monster on top of him. A monster with black scales, slitted glowing green eyes and fangs for teeth. It had wings… and a tail.
This was… new.
The snout of the beast opened, Krieg flinched expecting death and a very familiar voice came out…
"So tell me professor, is this the different that you had in mind?"
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