Again Don't Own Hobbit Characters.
Hope you enjoy the story.
"Alright class. I know that you are all excited. Most everyone is. But we need to settle down before Mr. Bellrift come in." That got most of the girls in the class swooning. The only reason being he was a Black Drake. HE was one of the few who made it a point to go schools and teach about the Drakes. And I could honestly care less. I just didn't find it as fascinating as the others. But then again that had part to do with me being a White Drake. Everyone there knew it. There were a couple times I had used my magic on a few bullies to teach them a lesson. And let's say because of that I was top dog in school. No one dared mess with the little guy while I was a round. But that's beside the point. Right now it's my senior year of school. If I decide to continue my schooling, I'll end up in a school built specifically for the Drakes. If not, I will go into the world and just do my thing. While everyone was talking and excited I rolled my eyes and pulled out a book.
I barely looked up when the man walked in. I will admit he looked rather hansom. But then again there was always an attraction between White Drakes and Black Drakes. Whereas the girls around me liked him because he had money and a name and so on. It wasn't the same. They were not what I am. When he started the class. I could see one of my friends leaning forward in her desk like every word was a life line. Snickering I pulled my phone out quietly and took 30 second video to show her later. She would probably hit me but in the end it was well worth it. Turning back to Mr. Bellrift, I saw that all of the girls were doing it. They all were pushing so far forward I could imagine them breaking ribs. It could not have been careful.
"White Drakes though are different. When they become protective it is of a small group of people. Most of the time it's the little guy. They will watch over like a mother would. Allowing us all to struggle some, and then when it is most needed they swoop in to help, only to a point though." When he said this one of my guy friends looked at me. "Don't get me wrong though any White Drake can have a nasty temper. One minute they are fine and the next you seem to be looking death in the face." Some of the boys sniggered at that. Then one of the girls raised her hand. She waited until she had been called on and then asked this.
"Sir, how long does it take to know if one is a White Drake or vice versa?" Her tone was soft and flirtatious. Because she was in ahead of me in the classroom I couldn't see her face, but I'm sure her eye lashes were going. Me and the guys laughed knowing where this was going.
"Why don't we ask your schools White Drake." HE spoke looking directly at me. sighing I rolled my eyes again knowing this was going to be weeks' worth of talking.
"You know it pretty much from the beginning. If you don't use magic early on as a Drake you can still feel the magic bubbling inside of you." I spoke. Mr. Bellrift seemed alright with that answer so I went back to studying the rest of my class mates. The guys liked this because to them Black Drakes in particular were like heroes.
"Does that answer your question?" He asked. Everyone nodded their head. The girls disappointed. He then continued.
"It is known the moment the Drake is born that they are a Drake. More often than not, you have White Drakes in hospitals. And it's something we can sense." And then another raised their hand.
"So how does it work then when a Drake marries." At that I coughed. I forget how brazen some people can get. He smiled though, clasped his hands together, and then very seriously said this.
"Like any other creature who uses the term of getting married." That's when I literally died. I started just laughing. Everyone else looked at me then and when I could finally breath that someone from behind me asked what I thought was so funny. Looking up wiping my eyes from their tears. I saw that Mr. Bellrift seemed amused as well. With a slight nod towards me I then answered.
"You treat us as if we are gods." I said looking back. "When in fact we are not. We are like you, with the only difference being you all have given us a title. I will say that every day when I go home life is the same as yours. My parents make me do my homework, I have chores, I spend time doing non magic things. And the only things in which I use magic for on a daily base is watering my mom's plants inside the house and in our yard. And keeping my young cousins from jumping out of the tree in our front yard. In the end I will live my life like you and then one day I shall die just like you."
"Well said." Finished Mr. Bellrift. And with that the bell rung signaling the end of class.
"Miss White Drake if you could stay a moment." Asked Mr. Bellrift. Nodding I continued siting. Everyone else slowly made their way out. Once everyone else had left save for my teacher, I got up and walked to the front.
"How much did you actually listen in my lecture?" he asked. It was then that I saw him smile. He was just there leaning back against the desk arms folded. If I hadn't been a White Drake I would have mistaken him for a regular human.
"Enough to see that the girls in my class had best be careful or else risk breaking their ribs from leaning so far forward." I replied jokingly. He then laughed. It was good natured and I could only wonder how often he had to endure annoying girls.
"But really?" He asked again. I looked at him for a moment before I answered.
"I honestly zoned in and out." I said.
"And why is that?" he pried.
"Everything you told us you can find in the books. And I have read plenty. Wanting to know whatever I could about myself. I was disappointed at the lack of information till I realized only I could know myself. Not everything is in books Mr. Bellrift. And not everything can be taught." He was quiet for a long while, before slowly nodding his head.
"Spoken like a White Drake. I feel you will go far in life." It was then that he silently dismissed me. making sure I had everything I walked out the door.
Little did I know that at about that moment in another world there was something going on that would forever change my life.
"Brother please don't do this. Yes, it was wrong of them to steal but this will be going too far. If you want them dead than do so. But don't torture them." The Dwarrow dam's pleas fell on deaf ears. Not matter how she tried her king, her brother would not listen. The two people that were before them cried in pain as the Black Drake's magic ripped through them slowly killing them. Their crime had been stealing from his sister. Something she was willing to forgive, but not so for him. When they ceased to move and make noise did he then turn to his sister and everyone else in the room.
"It is a shame to see life ripped away. But it wouldn't have happened had they not stolen. This is a warning for everyone else. Should I even hear a slight whisper of anything against me or my sisters' sons, death will be a mercy." And with that he turned away and left. The room was still non dared to breath for fear he would come back. The two still and lifeless bodies lay there in front of the throne room. Their eyes still open wide in pain.
I got home and walked in the door to find my mom and dad talking about my cousin's inability to be careful. Dad thought it was just him being a boy, mom thought it was mainly him growing again. Either way they were most likely both right. Going straight to my room I threw my book on my desk and my bag on the bed. Walking over to my window I went about giving my plant its weekly thunderstorm. It was a slightly difficult trick. Making little thunder clouds. The bolts of lightning if one hit you felt like a pin prick. It hurt but it wouldn't kill you. With my plants down pour in commence I looked outside to see my cousin talking to some of the neighborhood boys. They were scheming something or other and would likely end up in trouble before nightfall. Nothing new. Seeing my plant was good and watered I let the little clouds dissipate. Next I went over to my fish. I had regular guppies. And one little sucker fish. Throwing in some fish food I watched them swim about. Seeing my little charges were fine I went over to my bed and plopped down.
Pulling out my homework I proceeded to start with my math knowing it was going to take me the longest. Mostly because I very simply just hated it. So begrudgingly I began. By the time I was half way through I was starting to get a headache. By the time I was done I was tempted to just burn it and be done with it. That would be good to tell the teacher.
'Yeah I can't turn in my homework because it accidentally caught on fire.'
I'm sure my parents would be at the school in minutes to chew me out. And then they would ask why I didn't do some magic to save it. Shoving my math into my bag I went over to my desk and grabbed my book. It was a history book on Drakes. How once long long ago in a world much different than today before the worlds knew about each other, before the Drakes could move between worlds there were two dragons who were very powerful. The point is it's because of them that there are White and Black Drakes in the worlds. In the book they try to portray it as some romantic story. Honestly I have read it a few times and though the story is sweet. They are stupid didn't listen to each other and then the Black Drake got his sorry butt killed and the White Drake died later of a broken heart. They say that the magic went on because the Black Drake and White Drake are still looking for lost love. My bet is some fool made a bet and lost. But my teacher didn't like that answer. And I got an F in that particular class, and a stern talking to by everyone.
Flipping the book open to the page I was on I found myself interrupted by yelling outside my window glancing up I saw my cousin and his friends running around. And then one of his friends tripped and started falling face first to the ground. On instinct I waved my hand slightly and some morning glory popped up to cushion his fall. Once he was up one hand movement more the morning glory was gone and all of them were heading to my window to wave at me.
Giggling I walked over and opened it.
"Thank you. I thought I was going to get hurt." Said the boy. He was adorable like the others but he in particular held a great amount of amazement at my abilities.
"Your welcome but you all need to be careful. I won't always be here to soften the blows." They nodded their little heads in agreement. Then as if one of them had signaled they all simultaneously turned and began to play again. I stood there a while watching over them as they rough housed like any boy should. Till it turned in to a game of doggy pile. That's when my mom came out with a plate filled with sandwiches and a pitcher of ice water and some cups. They charged her all thanking her for the food and drink. They poured themselves a drink and grabbed a sandwich before sitting down in a small group laughing and talking. Getting up I went to my book to find that it had disappeared somewhere.
Sighing in exasperation I started tearing my room apart trying to find it without any luck. Giving up I walked out to the kitchen.
"How was school today?" Asked my dad. He was tall and stern. He could pass as a Black Drake if it wasn't for his obvious lack of magic and his coloring. That and he was such a sweet guy. I for sure know why mom fell for him. Mom was a head shorter than him and as blonde as me and dad. Though she was obviously not a White Drake. I was born to a family of humans.
"Well enough. Mr. Bellrift came today. That Black Drake who spends a lot of time teaching about the Drakes." I said sitting down and stealing some of the fries from his plate. Playfully swatting me away, he grabbed the bag and set it on front of me.
"No. There will be none of that missy. You want chips put them on a plate." Scolded mom while my hand was half in the bag. Relenting I slowly pulled my hand away and got up to go find a plate.
"How did the lecture go?" Asked dad snickering that I got chewed out by mom again.
"Fine the girls are stupid. But that's nothing new when it comes to seeing any of the back Drakes in person or on TV." I replied. Purposely not telling them about the conversation afterwards.
"And did you learn anything new?" Asked dad.
"No everything he said was something I had already found in the books." I answered. Seemingly satisfied I turned to see mom had stolen dads plate. So before I went back I grabbed an extra one for dad. We sat like that for a long time laughing and talking. At some point my little cousin had come in and was just hanging out. Just the four of us.
"I can't do this brother. You are not the brother I grew up with. You are cruel and twisted. Everyone including me walk around in fear of what you might do one day." She said packing some of her belongings. He stood by the door, arms crossed angered that his own sister would leave him alone. To him he thought she didn't understand what it is he went through every day to keep her safe. He loved her more than anything. And he would not let anyone harm her in anyway.
"And where will you go?" He growled out. His entire demeanor darkening at the thought of her gone.
"I don't know, anywhere but here. My boys will stay. As much as I hate the thought of leaving them their place is here. Learning what they can from the only Black Drake, even if he terrifies us." She whispered looking at him. She could see him tense knowing that she was talking about him. He huffed, and then suddenly turned and swung his fist out at the glass that was on the table by him. It fell to the floor shattering into a million pieces.
She took a step back and from the corner of his eye he saw. Softening a little at seeing her afraid he looked up to see her eyes filled with tears. A little taken aback at seeing that he quickly turned and walked out the door grumbling to himself. She quietly followed him into the hallway to watch his retreating form.
Please tell me what you thought. I would love to be able to make it as enjoyable as possible.
Names will start popping up soon, promise. And if anyone has any ideas for a name for Miss White Drake throw them at me.