Well . . . I am not good at making promises. Can't seem to consistently update, and it's been a while since I've last been on this website. Moving on, I'm just going to clearly say that I have a hard time doing something in silence, and when I somehow am able to do it, I get it done quickly. I know you guys are ready for this chapter, and I'll update Born To Protect in a few days.
Just to be explaining what I've been doing, let me get this straight: I have been playing Rules of Survival recently on IOS, doing High School, beginning the construction of a WWI Trench in my forest for airsoft, and been doing a whole lot of Bowling.
My writing schedule daily: 10:00 PM - 1:00 AM
(Galactic's POV)
"I never expected moving would be this difficult," said Owl, who was breathing hard from the boxes we were carrying. She seemed to not be used to doing heavy lifting, but there is always a first time for something. I couldn't help but give a light hearted chuckle to her sentence, and neither could Celsius.
"It's fun, isn't it?" the IceWing responded, and the hybrid gave him a grin.
"Nothing I can't handle." They bothed shared a grin to the other, and I couldn't help but smile at their attitude towards each other.
"So," Waterfall's voice broke my gaze, "is this the last one?"
"Yes, it is, your majesty," I said with comfirmation, giving a light bow. The princess playfully rolled her eyes, giving me a light punch in the shoulder. I just gave a toothy grin back before looking over to Starflight, who was still confused about the whole situation.
Since Starflight shared a dorm with us, the NightWing had to relocate along with us, much to his disappointment. He gave a pout before looking at his belongings he was still holding.
"Do I really have to go with you guys? I mean, whoever attacked you guys wouldn't so much go after me," he tried to argue.
"Well, let me put it this way," Celsius gave him a straight face. "Unless you want this dorm to be broken into with you inside it, which they will shoot you, I would suggest you would come with us."
The NightWing thought for a moment, then nodded his head rapidly. I gave a smirk and looked down to Waterfall, who presented to me a sad smile.
"I guess I'll see you later?" She asked in a hopeful voice. My response was a quick kiss to her lips, giving my simple, quick answer. We wrapped our wings around each in a hug, then let go as I hauled the last box out of my old dorm room. Side by side, all of us headed down the stairs and out of the building. Unfortunately, there were a group of dragons outside which no one wanted to deal with. That group was the Pyhhria media.
"Let's hurry before they spot us," Celsius whispered to the Starflight and I. We gave a nod in response and quickly made our way to the secluded IceWing Elite Guard SUV. It was waiting in the mass of parked vehicles, and the three of us roommates got in, along with Owl who was considered a target. Waterfall was the one excluded, but she looked at us with a bright smile before backing away.
"Blizzard 1, this is Blizzard 2," the IceWing driver said in a deep voice. "Am I clear for departure?"
"Apparently not, Blizzard 2," the IceWing in the shotgun seat responded, pointing out to the running dragons, which were no doubt a part of the media.
"Galactic, Celsius," a female SkyWing tried to shout, but was muffled by all the other voices which were begging to answers for their questions.
"Here we go again," Blizzard 2 groaned, before honking the horn on the SUV. Some of the dragons jumped, but still kept on with their questions. "Blizzard 1, assistance is needed, do you copy."
"Copy Blizzard 2, assistance is coming momentarily, please hold."
The voice came from a com which was connected to Blizzard 2's ear. The three of us looked at each other, wondering if we were doomed to be tortured by the thousands of questions they had.
Fortunately, our fears vanished when four IceWings in diamond armor dive-bombed towards the SUV. It sent panic that spread across the group of dragons surrounding the car as they quickly ran to get out of range. The IceWings stopped their rapid decent and landed softly on top of the car. The reporters were soon out of our view, and I sighed in relief.
"I guess our problems are solved, guys," I grinned to my two dormmates, and grinned back. The IceWing began to drive slowly out of the parking lot, now with no media to deal with. "How long is this trip, sir?"
"Twenty-minutes, tops," the IceWing in the front passenger seat responded. "Blizzard 1, 4, 5, and 6 are on the top. Once we arrive, I and 4, 5, and 6 will be on perimeter patrol." He then went back to the tablet in front of him.
We just sat there, quiet. It was awkward, but we thought of doing our very least to aggravate the IceWings in front of us. Starflight moved suddenly and grabbed his ear buds. He began to look out the window and play music from his phone while Celsius and I just looked at each other. We exchanged glances, knowing exactly what the other was thinking, until the Blizzard 3 spoke.
"You two would be very great in Blizzard, especially you, Celsius."
"What?" Celsius asked, confused by the statement.
"The way you can silently communicate would be good for infiltration operations," he told us. "For Celsius, being one of us is the greatest military honor any IceWing could have. As for Galactic, he would be in the most elite group of Special Forces any dragon could think of."
"Really?" the both of us spoke at the same time, and Blizzard 2 nodded.
"It's hard to even be considered a candidate, even harder to becoming a trainee," Blizzard spoke, his voice hoarse. "But you two must know what physical torture you and your body went through." Celsius nodded, but I shuddered. It seemed not too long ago when I was so exhausted and in pain from the torture I endured. It was a horrific memory, and something I would not do again. "You two know what it feels like to be in the enemy's hands, that it why you would make it no problem to the Second Selection: the choosing of the Alpha Blizzard Squad members."
My mind was full of thoughts: What if something bad happens? Would my girlfriend want me to do this? Is it worth it? To join up in a group, then have my life in the line of living and dying? "I don't know what I want right now," I told them firmly, "but I already have a nice life. I won't join."
"I want to do it," Celsius answered.
"What?" I said in disbelief.
"I am willing to join," Celsius repeated, and both of the IceWings in the front nodded. "When do I start."
"Not until your a junior in college," Blizzard 2 told my friend. "IceWings have to be the age 16, and I'm guessing your around 14. We'll have you written down on the roster."
We continued driving for a minute before Blizzard 2 turned right, showing a secluded house near a forest. "Here we are," Blizzard 3 spoke, before four white bodies jumped off the top. They all had rifles with snow white camos on top as four of them begin to sweep the lawn of the house. Starflight just watched them with surprise.
"Were they on the roof of the car the entire time?" Starflight asked, his eyes wide. I chuckled at his comment, and Celsius just shook his head. "I thought they were there to just scare those clingy dragons off."
"No time for talking," Celsius said, opening the trunk. "We got boxes to unpack."
(Freakwave's POV)
The music sounded in my ears as I started to strum the beat of the song. Qibli had to wait a few seconds, but joined in by hitting the right notes to begin his drum beat. The only thing we could hear was the song coming to together as the lyrics began to flow out of my mouth.
(Song: Artist; Burn the House Down: AJR) [PARODY]
Read/Listen in this order:
Verse 1
Verse 2
Chorus
Verse 3
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus
(Verse 1)
Had a better time
Had another life
Think about things and repeat
See it on the screen
Does it inform me?
I would just post a new tweet
Had a better time
(Verse 2)
Do I want to stay?
Or just to walk away?
No ones gonna care about me
When I type a book
Telling all to look
Will they ever listen to me?
Do I want to stay?
Should I say?
(Chorus)
We walk and march forward
Been left and right that shore
We walk and march forward
We will rip the vocals out
See me go in the fight
You're only hiding, right?
I've got you in my sight
We will rip the vocals out
We will rip the vocals out
(Verse 3)
Yeah, used to hold my lip
Only taking sips
Looking at the scowl in your eyes
Thinking of the past
How'd it go so fast?
Full of the mischief and cries
Used to hold my lip
Please, don't slip
(Bridge)
Will I keep my mouth shut?
Will I let it slide?
Or should I tell whole world and let you die?
Used to be silent
Now I speak out loud
All the dragons are going to cut you down
[* * *]
The last strum of the guitar finished, and I exhaled slowly. The faint sound of the now dying chords came to a halt as I looked at Qibli. He smirked and let out of loud yell. That sound was followed by a applause by a few dragons looking out of the door window and into the room. They were clapping wildly, especially a young NightWing. She was staring at us, but more to Qibli with awe.
The first thing I recognized about her was that she had silver tear-drop scales of that of a mindreader. Interesting, I thought as I placed the guitar down. Making a beeline for the door, I noticed that Qibli eyes did not stop gazing at the young NightWing. Shrugging it off, I opened the door and welcomed the dragons that seemed to be visitors onto the college grounds.
"The music department is full of talented musicians such as Freakwave and Qibli," a MudWing guide informed the group of four families. There were two SkyWing, one RainWing, and one NightWing family looking at us.
"Nice to meet all of you," I put on smile, and so did Qibli as he waltzed up to the tour group. "How are all of your days going?" There were a mix of "pretty goods" to "excellents" in the response to my question.
"Now, do any of you have questions for them?" The guide asked, and the young NightWing raised her claw up. "Yes, Moonwatcher?"
"How do you come up with songs like that one? It was amazing!" She exclaimed to us, and I gave a shy smile.
"We just sit around the room and wait, brainstorm, and experiment many different sound beats and patterns," I explained as slowly as I could. Moonwatcher seemed to absorb all the information like a sponge to water. "After we finish that, we pitch the right tune that sounds the best then add vocals."
"How long does it take?"
"For us, around a month at most, but we're still amatuers in our courses."
"Is there a way I can get that song you just played?"
"Um . . ." I looked over to Qibli, who was just as shocked as I was. "I mean, we could upload it to Draconic Tunes tonight."
"Can you! Please?" Moonwatcher was looking at us with a wide smile, but who it seemed to be her mom put a wing over her.
"I'm sorry if she interrupted you," she said apologetically. "She just seems to get excited about new music." Qibli nudged me with his wing and I scooted to the side to go back into the room.
"It's fine ma'am," he said, then turning to Moonwatcher, "I'll make sure to upload it tonight." I shook my head, wondering why Qibli was so eager to get the song out. The MudWing guide then made her way to the front of the group. She explained that they did not have much time left and the group got a move on.
"I'll catch up, mom," Moonwatcher told her mother, who nodded with a smile before walking after the group. Once out of the view, the young NightWing held out a talon.
"Moonwatcher." She greeted.
"Qibli." He took the claw and shook it.
"Could you show me around the room, please?" Qibli nodded and let her in, then closed the door behind her. "So this is it. The place where you do everything?"
"Yeah, it isn't much," I told her, and it was true. It was a plain white walled room with a blue tile flooring. The long florescent lights made the room much brighter than it was. Overall, it was well cleaned, except for the few wrapped on a folding table we still had to clean. "But it gets the job done." I picked up the guitar and strummed a few notes, showing the NightWing and example of what it does.
"I know what a guitar does," she responded, gigglng.
"Oh," I stared dumbfoundly, forgetting the fact she was a mindreader.
"Anyways, I was wondering if I could listen to that song one more time. It was amazing to hear," she complimented. Qibli gave me a nod and I stayed at my station with my guitar. Qibli got into his drum seat and picked up both of his sticks.
"A one, a two; a one, two, three, four."
(* * *)
I finished the song with the last strum of my instrument before panting. It was a good exercise working out my voice, but my arms also ached by the constant strumming of my guitar.
"Amazing," Moonwatcher remarked. Suddenly, she looked at Qibli as her cheeks began to turn a light red. I cocked an eyebrow at Qibli, who just shrugged. "Uh, thanks."
"No problem," he responded, also blushing a little himself. "Uh, thanks for listening to our song. It's hard to find dragons who are interested."
"Don't thank me, I should be thanking you!" Moonwatcher exclaimed. She looked around the room, then rushed toward the table where a pencil and paper were. Ripping a piece off, she wrote down something and handed it to Qibli, before going to the door. "I better get going, my mother is probably frantic by now. Goodbye!"
We both waved our goodbyes as she flew out of the room and down the hall. I turned to Qibli immediately, and he hid the paper from me.
"I'm guessing she wrote her number down?" I guessed.
"How did you know!?" He gapsed, before chuckling. I laughed with him before setting my guitar up. "Yeah, I thought to her if she wanted to hang out someday."
"How old is she, anyways?"
"A senior is high school; so she's graduating soon."
I nodded in understanding. "So you have a crush on her." He gave a slight nod, setting his drumsticks down. "I see."
"Well, she kind of has a crush on me, too," he responded to me. "You saw her face when I told that she was amazing through my thoughts."
"We can talk about this later," I interrupted him. "For now, how are we going to upload that song onto the store."
"I can handle it, I'll see you soon, okay?" I nodded to him and went out the door. There were some dragons in the hallway going to classes or to their dorms. I took out of my phone from the satchel I carry with me and made a call.
"Hello" Galactic's voice came from the other side.
"Hey, it's Freakwave, how did the moving go?"
"Pretty good, bu-"
BOOM!
I nearly dropped my phone at hearing the sound. My heart jumped out of my body but began to rest back in as I ran towards the sound. What was that? I thought as I raced out of the building and to the destination. When I got to what seemed like the origin to the sound, guessing by the large crowd of dragons, I saw something horrifying.
It was a car, on fire, and with a MudWing inside of it. My heart dropped as I looked at the poor soul inside the car, but then I saw him move. Like nothing going on, he unbuckled to be what seemed to be his seatbelt and opened the burning door. When he got out, I was able to make out his face.
It was Clay, who just seemed dumbfounded at what was left of his car. Shrugging it off, he walked away as a few IceWings summoned their frostbreath to stop the flames from getting anymore dangerous.
I pushed my way towards the crowd until I was in the front. Clay seemed to see me and walked his towards me, waving happily in my direction. The other dragons seemed confused by why he wasn't burned alive or angry at the destruction of my car.
"Where's Galactic?" He asked me, and I shrugged,
"I don't know," I responded truthfully. He sighed, before telling me to follow him and walking to a building. Going inside, I followed him into a empty room. He closed the doors and looked at me.
"Okay," he got into a serious tone. "That car was with an explosive at the bottom."
"Oka-Wait, 'that car'-it wasn't yours?"
"No, it was Silts," Clay responded. I looked at him with confusion, recalling the events where he made our lives in high school a living hell.
"That was an attempt on his life."
Done, okay. I'm back after a 2 and half month break. Hope you all enjoyed it and I will see you in Born to Protect.
- FuRy-Mike