Drakey yawned deeply as he stomped towards the school with big heavy steps.. that was two nights without prober sleeping for the sake of keeping the finger ring moving without getting rid off it.. as it had turned out, he found it really annoying as the alarm clock rung and he would have to force himself out with sheer determination, but as soon he had been outside in the night.. he had enjoyed it, there had been stars and a clear moon both nights, and Drakey had caught himself more than ones enjoying the sight of it, the shadows, how quiet the streets suddenly were, how fresh and chilling the wind suddenly seemed to be, and he had decided that he liked night time, a lot better than day time! In night time, no one was going to go after him and bully him.. as were the case now which were another reason to hate this morning. Lamence and the gang would be waiting.
And so it was, as soon as Drakey had taken one single food step into the entrance, they were there.. the whole gang.
"So Dweeby?" Lamence grinned grabbing Drakeys' throat. "Written any good essay."
Drake had to gulp for air, "Gah!" he tried to get down, before Lamence finally dropped him so he dumped down on the floor.
"Lets see!" Lamence grabbed for Drakey's school bag, ripping it off Drakey's back, opening it up. "Well let's see, uh a lunchbox, thank you."
Drakey sighed.
"But no money." Lamence furrowed.
Drakey rolled his eyes as he shook his head, as if he was dumb enough to carrie money to school for the next… five or ten years..
"And the essay, Scrooge McDuck huh." Lamence lazedly commented. "Well good bye to him!" And Lamence ripped the entire thing apart leaving Drakey to stare at the remaining pieces.. just in time for the school bell to ring.
"See you at recess!" Lamence laughed loudly. "I promise, we are going to spend all of it together."
It was embarising the least as Drakey had to mutter to Mrs. Ross that he did not have his essay.. how ever what did help was after class as he managed to catch up with the teacher. "Mr. Ross!" he called out.
The teacher looked a little tired down at him. "No I can't take you off detention when you failed to delever without explanation." She sighed.
"That's all right." Drakey shrugged and pulled a folded piece of paper from beneath his blouse, to carefully flatten it out and hand it over. "Turns out I had just forgotten where I place it." He handed her the essay.
"oh." Mrs. Ross looked at it. "Well in that case, I suppose it's all right to let it slip, your off detention."
Drakey smirked feeling very self satisfied, he had known all along one of the first things Lamence and gang would do was toring up his home-work in lack of his precious comic books, which he wasn't dumb enough to bring at current time, so he had copied the whole essay and hidden it on person to give to Mrs. Ross when no one was looking… and the next trick in the book would be.. keep it so no one would spot him doing the break.. he snook around a corner, eyed the hallways, looking both to the right and left as he tried to venture out.. remember that crowds were funny enough the best place to hide on public places.. then you were less likely to be heard or spotted, all though a broom closet were also a decent alternative.. if it was not for their local cleaning lady who was everyone's worst fear and you would get such a spanking when-ever she caught you between her things… at last one of the teachers had eyed him in the hall way and send him a stern look. So Drakey had to dart out to the school yard and out there, somebody clasped a hand down on his should.
Slowly Drakey turned his head.. and true enough, it was all of them, he smiled nervously up at Lamence, who grinned in return.. and before Drakey knew it he was taken and transported to the trash can where he was rammed down, spluttering he tried to breath but the bullies kept him down there, laughing.
"That'll teach you!" Lamence laughed loudly as Drakey was pulled up, only to be stuffed down there again.
"Should we tie him up the flagpole next?" a boy asked.
"Njah, that's first when we get home from school." Lamence answered, while Drakey coughed, only to be stuffed head first down in the container again.
"Oh I got it, lets throw him in the lake! He's smelly now, lets wash him!"
"Good idea!" Lamence grinned as Drake was pulled out, caughing and spluttering.
"Just, get over with it." He coughed defeated, his face retrieving in disgust because of all the trash beneath him.
"Your wish is my law!" Lamence laughed giving Drakey a huge nudgy, that hurt as hell, and then someone got his legs and Drakey was ones again carried, though now kicking and screaming trying to get out.
"Let me go!" he pleaded. "It wasn't my fault, I didn't do anything!"
"Who cares." Lamence shrugged, and before Drakey knew it, he was thrown far out in the lake, and was splashing around among the duckweed and mud.
"Help!" he yelled and then coughed. "HELP!"
"What on earth are you doing to that boy?" a female voice sounded, sounding both surprised and horrified as a figure came running down.
Drake didn't have time seeing who it was as he just splashed around fighting to stay above the surface, the boys at the shore not helping as they were either laughing or throwing things at him.. that was until they gasped in horror and then started screaming.. Because what looked like a giant fire dragon was coming their way, chasing right after them, they screamed like a bunch of girls, and then ran away.
"Kid!" the female voice called out again. "TAKE MY HAND!"
Drakey turned his head and discovered the teenage girl, standing in the lake so it covered her up to the waist, one hand firmly holding a tree branch and the other stretched out towards Drakey, who acted by pure instinct, an instinct which told him she could be trusted, and grabbed the hand to let the girl pull both of them out, and Drakey was left spreading out on the ground coughing and gasping, the girl clasping him heavily on the back. "Are you all right?" she asked genuinely concerned.
Drakey had never felt so humiliated in all of his life, and that was saying something.. he was in the most embarrassing predicament, helplessly drowning in a duckweed filled lake and was now thus covered in the stuff plus the trash from earlier, no doubt he smelled horrifying, and he had been saved by a thief, whom despite being a traitor and a thief was still the eight wonder of the world, whom Drakey still wouldn't want to appear weak in front of.. And she now witnessed him coughing up the dirty water looking probably more pathetic than ever. "Morgana." He coughed as he looked at the teenage girl with her black hair braid and simple black dress.. why did she have to be the one to safe him. "I'm fine." He at last managed to say.
"Those horrible kids!" she exclaimed. "Uh, I could just!" her hands started sparkling and her eyes started turning a more neon sort of green.
"STOP!" Drakey jumped her, and it seemed the last second as a blast of energy irrupted from her hands, thankfully due to his intervention the blast didn't journey towards the kids in the school yard but up in the air where it harmless flew through a cloud.
Horrified Morgana gasped. "Oh no I did it again!" she exclaimed. "I didn't mean to! But sometimes I just can't control it!"
"You got to learn to control your temper." Drakey noted.
"I know." Morgana sighed. "Or just my magic, it gets so hard controlling it sometimes, it just acts upon my emotions, but in either case." She looked at him. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." Drakey muttered annoyed, still as embarrassed as he hopelessly tried to brush the duckweed of him.
"Does stuff like this happen often?" Morgana asked.
"No." Drake answered flatly. "Today is worse than usual because I gave them the slip last Monday."
Morgana's pitying look was absolutely worse than anything else that had happened this day, ten times worse, a hundred times worse.
"It's not that bad!" Drakey exclaimed. "I can handle myself." he stated surely.
"What do your parents say?" Morgana at last asked. "They should transfer you in the least."
"I don't got parents!" Drakey snapped before he could think, and immediately regretted it as he saw Morgana's pity double, which was a million times worse than anything else that had happened that day. "I told you, I'm fine by myself." He rolled his eyes. "Thank you for saving me I suppose, but why are you here?"
Morgana blinked and then seemingly snapped out of it as she sighed. "Pedro, our director.. your right, we are looking for a ring, the ring if Isis, but I can't locate it.. and he thought you might know something, he tried to send someone else but I insisted it was me."
"I don't know anything." Drakey stated at ones as he felt the weight of the ring on his chest.
"You're sure?" Morgana asked.
"Yeas." Drakey returned. "I don't have a clue where it is."
"You want to help then?" Morgana asked. "If you help finding it, then perhaps the circus could find a spot for you, taking you away from the school, I know a couple of people who would like to have a kid running around they could pretend were their own."
"Does the circus usually steal stuff?" Drakey then asked.
"Urh welll.. sort of.." Morgana hesistated. "It's a bit more complicated than that.
"Is it legal?" Drakey then asked.
"Again, it's complicated, it's out of worldly." Morgana hesistated.
"Well, when you can't tell I assume not, and then the answer is no!" Drakey stated.
"Why?" Morgana asked bewildered. "You could get so much, so many favours!"
"Because a hero wouldn't do that." Drakey returned. "A hero wouldn't compromise like that, it's to weak."
"So you're a hero now?" Morgana asked lifting an eyebrow.
"Well no, obviously not." Drakey sighed. "But that doesn't mean you should stop trying to be one, does it?" he asked.
"Wauw you sure are something." Morgana commented leaning her head on her knees only to discover the knees were covered in duckweed and she quickly straightened up again getting the duckweed away from her face. "If everyone was like you the world would differently be a brighter place to be." She chuckled. "I don't think I ever met anyone like you."
"I differently never seen anyone like you." Drakey commented straight back at her. "I really don't get why you would need to steal."
"Sort of a family thing." Morgana shrugged. "We are all mostly considered Dark creatures anyhow."
"What kind of sense does that make?" Drakey asked. "You don't have to be evil just because you're a witch, that stupid, I mean you are a person are you not? Then you can choose what you do."
"It's easier to be evil though." Morgana shrugged. "You don't know how a bore it can be to be a good witch, your not allowed to do anything at all! But then again, that doesn't make the biggest difference for me, my dad is kind of a spoil sport."
"So you ran of?" Drakey asked.
"Not permanently, I will go back, I just need to show him I can handle myself, if I get the full set of the Isis, he'll be blown away."
Drakey furrowed his brows. "I thought Pedro wanted that."
"Oh he does." Morgana smiled mischievously. "I guess we just need to figure who wants it more."
"Aha." Drakey looked at her not impressed at all. "What's so special about that thing any-way?" he asked.
"If you wear all three objects it amplifies your natural abilites, each object is an representation of human aspects which is important in magic, creativity, accuracy.. and the ring we are missing is spirit.. apparently someone with a lot spirit got it, the ring recognises that and then it doesn't want to be found but just stay with the spirit."
"Oh." Drakey looked at her. "Brilliant." He whispered more to himself than Morgana.
"Your sure you don't have any clue? Or just want to help, it could be fun." Morgana made aware in a slight smile.
"I'm sure." Drakey smiled vaguely. "And I don't think your really evil."
"Oh this again." Morgana shook her head. "You saw, I can't always control my powers, my kind is considered weird and dangerouse, there is nothing to be done about that, so why even try?" she asked.
"That doesn't really excuse not doing the right thing." Drakey pointed out and then sighed as he stood up. "I think I need to go dry a bit up before the bell rings." He murmered raising up.
"Don't you think it would be all right for you to go home given the circumstances?" Morgana asked. "I mean your.. erh."
"Wet to the bone and dirty." Drakey rolled his eyes.
"And nearly drowned."
"I'll be fine, I can handle being a little wet." Drakey shrugged. "Thanks for saving me." He at said as he turned away. "You really are a nice person."
"Your welcome." Morgana nodded. "Take good care of yourself, and stay far away from the circus!"
AN; yeah it happened again, I have gotten a couple of messages pointing out I have both grammar and spelling mistakes, I am aware of this and I am sorry, but there isn't much I could do.. I could stop posting of cause, but I don't want to.
The easy explanation for all these mistakes would probably be to say that I am foreign.. and that does kind of explain some of the grammar but not all of it, the main reasons is that A; I am lazy, not looking as much through the chapters I should B;... the truth to be told, I am dyslexic, I can read fine, I can understand and talk English perfectly fine, but when I write the words inside of my head doesn't always coincide with the words put on the paper, I can look at the words or sentences and think it's right when it's not, it's a trick my brain makes and there isn't to much to be done about it, so sorry. But that's how it kind of is.