Percy POV (This is going to be a sort of odd perspective for a bit but bear with me)
In the next couple of years after that day were easily the best years of my life. I learned all about dragon's, how to be one, their history and how to control my powers. Best of all, Melody and I are inseparable, we do everything together.
Especially after the babysitting incident but I don't want to dwell on that right now. In any case, I'm stronger, more agile and better at using my wings, especially after my 10th birthday when Melody and I started our special training in hunting. It's not perfect, but we're much stronger than the average human adult and can take on most monsters that we encounter out in the mortal world as long as we tag team it. In some cases however, it's better just to live and let live. Like hydras, those things are EVIL! Anyways, I keep getting distracted curse you ADHD.
Today is a sad day. Mom and Dad have decided that Melody need to go to a mortal school in order to learn how to interact with mortals our age: "Just because you can be mostly pleasant people here at home, doesn't mean you can do it out in the real world. Remember your promise." I am at least a little excited for this. They signed Melody and I up at the same boarding/private/prep school, so at least I'll have her there. After all misery likes company. We will be going into the 6th grade at Yancy Academy. It's actually not too far from where I used to live. Right now I'm packing my things because we have to leave tomorrow morning in order to get there on time.
"Percy! Dinner is ready! Get you butt over here I'm starving!" That was Melody. I'll have to finish this later. I walked out of my room which had been stripped of decoration to take with me. I had a few posters of my favorite band and even a signed one from Imagine Dragons (I still find the irony of this hilarious) that I had gotten when Dad took me to one of their concerts for my 10th birthday. Just me and him. It was really great except that besides the music I really couldn't hear anything. Luckily however I hadn't learned how to make y hearing better at that paint or else my ears may have started to bleed.
I walked down the hall past my parent's room and turned the corner to the kitchen where I saw the rest of my family already seated. I took my spot next to Melody and we said grace. Even though we don't have an actual practiced religion, it can't hurt to invoke our ancestors' favor on us. It was scalloped potatoes, quite possibly my least favorite dish in the entire world. While Mom and Dad talked about Mom and Dad stuff Melody and I were talking about school.
"So Percy, you've been to a mortal school before right? What's it like?" Melody asked me. "Like I know anymore. I can barely remember it but I think it was downright awful. I don't remember having much fun." All I could remember from around kindergarten was a feeling of deep resentment and misery. That's about it. "Oh, well, maybe this will be different. After all we can kick anyones' but who tries to mess with us!" Melody said, trying to be optimistic. "Yeah we can in theory but Mom and Dad said no using powers or acting as though we can beat up everyone in the school without breaking a sweat. Remember?" I asked her. It really was a time we couldn't reveal our powers but that would be against the law. There is the mist but it's just a huge load of trouble that no one wants to deal with. You can only use them in extreme circumstances or when there are less than 3 mortal witnesses. A school definitely has more than three witnesses. Oh well. Maybe just the knowledge that we COULD destroy them all will be comfort enough.
At this point Melody was finished eating. She doesn't like it much either but she eats incredibly fast. I quickly chocked down the last of my potatoes and we cleared our plates together. "You need any help packing Perce? I've already finished." Melody offered. "Nah, I'm almost done. After I finish you wanna play Mario Kart?" I asked. Mario Kart was our favorite game of all time. We've actually been banned from playing on opposite teams because it never ends well when we do because of our competitive natures. Last time we played on opposite teams (2 years ago) we nearly destroyed the playroom with our powers by accident that had started to respond to our emotions and were actually reenacting our race to a degree. It was actually pretty cool, or it would've been if Mom hadn't been yelling at us. She actually took it to a store and had the opposite team permanently unable to have anything but a CPU on it. Melody smiled, "Sure, this time we will see who comes out in first place on Maple Treeway this time! I've been practicing." "Practicing how to loose? Cause' that sounds about right." I shot back with a smirk. She elbowed me and we laughed. "I'll go get it ready, I call player one!" She yelled over her shoulder just before she turned the corner, so that I wouldn't get a chance to argue. I hate it when she does that. Unfortunately it's almost 100% effective. I just can't do it. I've tried and failed so bad that I am never going to try again. At least against Melody. Somehow she always seems to get there first.
I went into my room and finished stuffing the rest of my stuff that I wanted to take into my bag. I was about to leave, but I decided that it was now or never while I still had privacy. I went and got my Maximum Ride series from under my bed and hid it in the secret compartment I had made over the last few days in my suitcase. Generally, I didn't like to read because I wasn't good at it, and because I'm not very good at it (unless it's in Greek or Serpent. Yes, as a dragon I can communicate with snakes and other reptiles, we do have our own language and writing system. Melody and I are going to use it to pass messages to each other in school. HEHEHE!) I don't like to read. However, Maximum Ride is the one exception. That is because they too had the same problems with wings as I did when I first found the series because I still wasn't ready to learn who to pull them into my back yet. That and they had a MUCH worse situation than I did. It was though the books combined my problems from before the adoption (to an extent, you know, minus the government officials.) and the ones from just after it. It was originally Melody who was reading it, but she reads things so fast she finishes a 500 page book a day no matter how busy she is that day. Its kinda scary, I call it a problem, she calls it a gift. I'm pretty sure it's a problem.
I finished hiding the books and then raced out of the room, upstairs and into the Play Room to find Melody sitting in front of our Wii U console, impatiently waiting for me. She tossed me my wheel and I sat down next to her. "Your going down!" I said as the game counted down from 3 to start the race. "Your on!" She challenged as we both did the jump start on 2. The next few hours were filled with much screaming, threats, "curses" and a few punches. Then mom called and we had to go to bed in the middle of a race. It was going to be the tie breaker and we couldn't stop. I was in the lead and Melody was in second place right behind me. It was the last turn on Mario circuit I burst through the power box and got a banana and put it behind me. "Ha! I has a banana! You can't win now your too far behind for a mushroom boost to save you either!" Unfortunately, I hadn't seen what she had gotten out of the power box before saying this. "Really?" She asked, "Well, lets see how you banana holds up against 3 red turtle shells shall we?" I was seconds away from the finish line when the first turtle shell destroyed my banana and the second one hit just before the finish line I almost made it when the third hit and she one by, I'm not even kidding, a millisecond.
The leaderboard confirmed it. It took me a second to realize why she was in first place and not me. "NNNNOOOOOOO! NO WAY YOU GOT THERE FIRST! HACKER! I CALL HACKS!" Melody was cackling evilly. "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WON BY A MILLISECOND! HOW'S THAT LOSER! I IS DA DRIVING QUEEN!" and then mom came in and told us off for not being in bed hours ago and we both had to go to our rooms.
I was still fuming when I finally fell asleep.
Melody POV
I went back to my room feeling VERY satisfied with myself. I don't know why mom was so upset, its only 10:00. I've stayed up later without being too un-agreeable in the morning. So I changed into my pjs and climbed into bed, which I almost never could feel bothered to make, and fell asleep.
I woke up at 2, just like I do every morning to practice my vocal magic. I'm still just as shy about singing in front of others as I was when I was 7, 4 years ago. Its just embarrassing in my opinion to do it in front of others. I just feel self conscious so I do it when everyone is SUPPOSED to be sleeping. I've had a few intrusions over the years. I warmed up with some scales and random melodies that woke up my vocal cords and got my air moving. Then I sung those easy little kid songs. Then I really amped it up with Cry Wolf from Bebe Rexha to REALLY stretch my vocal cords. Its one of my favorite songs, mostly because it really doesn't do anything except sound amazing. Unlike Burn by Ellie Goulding which I can wield fire with by simply humming its tune. My voice is freaking deadly. Its great. Over the years I've got controlling the elements that come out from my singing. All I have to do is focus on it and it will stay contained for the most part.
Fire is the hardest because it likes to have a mind of its own but I figured that since this was probably the last time I'll be able to practice it I may as well. I started with Burn simply because it was familiar but then I thought, "You know what? I'm feeling daring tonight. Emma going to sing Blood Fire (AN: Its actually Blud Fire by Eva Simons but for story purposes it is Blood Fire.) and see how much I can contain it. It was nearly a mistake. So here's what happened: I started the song and the fire was easily contained as it was very small but as the song went on it became harder and harder to hold onto as it became an inferno. I couldn't just stop singing otherwise I would loose any control I had left and it would likely burn down the house. It was about to break free and my vocal cords where burning up from the amount of magic I was using when I heard a voice. "Don't fight the fire with water, become it, get on its level and conquer it" and I was all, "HOW? What water? There is no water although I wish there was. The fire was probably seconds from escaping when I realized what it meant. I was trying to restrain the fire and keep it from its full potential with something that would only work on a small, contained fire. This fire was not meant to be contained.
So, I closed my eyes and stopped trying to contain it and imagined voice as an even bigger fire. When I opened my eyes I nearly stopped singing out of shock. It was beautiful. There was the wild fire I had originally created in hues of blood red, orange yellow gold and bronze at the edge of the room and then there was MY fire that dominated the room and was slowly taking over the Blood fire. Mine was unlike anything I've ever seen. The hottest part immediately around me was a dark purple, darker than my wings. From there it fanned out and turned into navy blue then from there it gradually turned into turquoise and then, at the very tips where it would be yellow on a normal fire and gold on the blood fire, it was silver. Not just like a sparkly grey like the Crayola crayons but a real silver color as though I had liquefied pure silver and then dyed the tips of my fire silver. It was so amazing.
The two fires seemed to be fighting each other in a complicated ballet and as I finished the song my fire completely over came the wild fire and then when it was supposed to also die out with my song my wings sprung out without my trying and the fire condensed into a beautiful swirling pattern with all the colors included cycling around through the pattern and then they fire pattern flared towards me and I screamed and backed away but it came still. I closed my eyes and put up my arms expecting to be burned at any moment when my wings suddenly gave off a spurt of warmth and I extended them so I could look at them and to my complete shock the fiery pattern was on my wings in all its brilliance then faded into the natural color of the wings but I could still see it plain as day.
Morning was going to be something else. I can already feel it.
AN: For anyone confused about how old they are right now, they both turned 11 in the summer/spring and its the fall right now because of the start of the school year. Just wanted to clarify that because it confused me and I'm the one writing this thing. Thank you all for reading my story and have a Happy Thanksgiving! For those of you who aren't American, happy normal Thursday and to all you, have a great day! ~ FictionGirl11
