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So basically, this is like my other thread except these aren't DQ related at all. I'll post what I have for my stories once I get around to posting more on this thread.

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Here's what I have for The Phantom Calling - Dragonwood so far:

Prologue: Silverfire's POV

Spoiler

I walked onto the docks, waiting for the boat to come. My parents have enrolled me to one of the best schools out there for “gifted” children. Liars. They plan to imprison us because of our skills.

 

“Silverfire, calm down.” I turned to see my brother Stargaze, who was holding onto his bag. “It’s not like you’re the only one going.”

 

 

Stargaze is a short, dark-skinned man with freckles and pale silver eyes. He’s actually older than me, but he’s very tiny for a twenty-year-old. I’m taller than all my siblings, despite being the youngest.

 

 

I glared at him. “But you had the choice to go or not; I didn’t.” Stargaze shook his head and sighed. He reached up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

 

 

“Because I want to make sure you’re okay, Silverfire.” Stargaze whispered.

 

 

“T-Thank you.” I mumbled. Looking around, I caught the glimpse of my older sister Hazel talking to our parents.  She walked over to me and Stargaze with an unreadable expression on her face.

 

 

“I’m coming with you.” She told us. Hazel was coming with us? That’s great! She’s nicer than Stargaze, in all honesty. “The ferry’s going to arrive soon. Might as well grab our bags.”  Hazel picked up her bag containing her stuff and then gestured for us to do the same.

 

 

Grabbing my backpack, me and my siblings walked closer to the docking area. Other students were gathered there, also going to the same school. Fools. They don’t realize why they’re being sent to this prison yet.

 

 

Suddenly the noise started to die down. Oh, good. They know how to shut up, at least. Most of the people there were people I’ve never seen before. Not like I was allowed around other humans.

 

 

“Ahem! May I please have your attention?” There was a man with blond hair and green eyes looking at all of us. Everyone gave him their attention. “My name’s Mr. Connor. I’m the Headmaster of Dragonwood Academy. We’re so glad you’ve chosen our school to help your little ones grow and learn.” Yeah, right. I hate you already.

 

 

“...dirty liar…” A girl behind me muttered. At least she has the right idea.

 

 

The Headmaster kept talking. “The ferry will be arriving soon to escort the students to school. There they will meet their roommates and  receive their schedules.” Once he finished, a large boat sailed over to the docks. “Trust me when I say, your child will be a brand-new person by the end of our two-year program.” TWO years?! It’s like they’re sending us to boot camp!

 

 

The other students got aboard the boat, including me, Stargaze and Hazel.

 

 

“Alright now, we’ll meet again in two years! Goodbye, everyone!” Mr. Connor shouted before the boat took off. I sighed to myself. Time for our imminent doom. I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

 

 

“Silverfire, don’t act like that. We won’t die.” Hazel reassured me. She’s not helping at all. In fact, she’s making it worse.

 

 

Stargaze glanced at us. “That’s right. We might as well meet some of the other students.” He walked away to talk to some other people.

 

 

Hazel grabbed my hand. “You’re coming with me.” She demanded. We went over to a corner, with Hazel dragging me everywhere she went. Suddenly I ran into something- no, someone. I nearly fell down, but I managed to stay up. Looking at the ground, I saw who I’d ran into.

 

 

The person I’d bumped into was a girl who looked a little older than me. She had black hair and amber eyes like a cat’s. Her skin looked pale and there was a large blush across her face. The girl was on the floor, shivering in fear.

 

 

“I-I’m so sorry!!” She wailed. I could tell without a doubt that she was genuinely sorry for it. “I should’ve been paying attention!”

 

 

I shook my head. “I-It’s okay.” I sighed. “I wasn’t paying attention either.” Looking around the ship’s crowded deck, I couldn’t find Hazel nor Stargaze in the crowd. “And now I don’t know where my older siblings went, so now there’s that.”

 

 

“You’re also lost…?” She murmured. I nodded. “I don’t know where my sister Twyla went, either. C-Can I tag along with you?”

 

 

“Sure. Just stay by me.” I told her. She smiled a little and then stood up next to me. Her amber eyes gleamed with relief.

 

 

“M-My name’s Violet, by the way.” She mentioned. Her name’s Violet? That’s a pretty name. And it describes her perfectly...ahem! N-Nevermind that. A small blush spread across Violet’s face. Just what was that about?

 

 

I turned to face her and nodded. “My name is Silverfire. Nice to meet you too.” Violet smiled at me. Does she like me or something? We walked over to the ship’s Western rim, looking at the ocean water shimmering against the moon’s pale glow. It’s so beautiful...no. It’s a trick.

 

 

“Hey, Vi!” We turned to see a girl with long brownish-green hair and light green eyes. Is she Twyla? “Who’s your boyfriend?” She asked, confounded as to why I was with her. B-Boyfriend?! I hardly even know her! Violet seemed to have the same reaction.

 

 

“I was hanging with Silverfire until I was found. He’s also lost.” Violet corrected Twyla. Twyla glared directly at me, her light green eyes burning with hostility.

 

 

“I doubt your real name is Silverfire.” Twyla hissed. She looked at Violet. “I can’t believe you just went with the first man you bumped into!” Literally. “Have you forgotten Aspen already?” Huh? Who’s Aspen? Well, whoever he is he must’ve done something to harm Twyla and Violet.

 

 

Violet growled at Twyla. “Yes, and unlike you, I’ve moved on from that incident.” Twyla glowered at me and Violet for a moment and then walked away. Violet turned to me, sorrow in her amber eyes. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just...me and Twyla haven’t gotten along ever since...that man entered our lives.”

 

 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I sympathetically murmured. She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “H-Hey, don’t cry. It’ll be alright.” Wiping away her tears, Violet soon stopped sniveling.

 

 

“Thank you.” She mumbled. Violet glanced around the deck. “I wonder where your siblings went.”

 

 

I scratched my head. “I have no clue.” Soon the boat came to a sudden stop, almost making me fall on top of Violet. Luckily that didn’t happen.

 

 

“Alright students of Dragonwood Academy, we’re here at last! You may calmly walk onto the school docks.” Mr. Connor ordered from the top deck of the ferry. Ugh. I really dislike you. Everyone else got off as quick as they could, pushing and shoving everyone in their way.

 

 

As soon as I started walking, I felt someone grab onto my arm. I turned to see Violet latching onto me. “Could I stay with you until we find out our roommates for our dorms?” She whispered. Violet’s not going to leave me alone yet, is she? Finally giving in, I nodded to affirm my answer.

 

 

Once we walked off the docks, I saw a hulking building with tons of windows.

 

It had vines growing along the sides. The coloring of the building looked pitch-black when compared to the night sky. In Bright Scar’s name, what on earth did I get myself into?

I'll rewrite the prologue at some point, but not now. My main goal is to get Draft #2 done and then begin Draft #3.

Chapter 1: Violet's POV

Spoiler

“Come on, Violet.” Silverfire’s voice disrupted my thoughts, taking my attention away from the school building. “Let’s go.” I followed him over to the front of the crowd.

 

The voices of the people around me were hurting my head, but not as much as my thoughts! You see, like the others here, I’m not normal. I can read people’s minds. It sounds great, but it sucks. I can’t really control my powers that well, so I’m pretty much always surrounded by noise. The only people who know so far are Twyla, our little brother Daniel and our older sister Helen.

 

 

I can’t believe I’m stuck here. One voice growled.

 

 

Another voice whimpered. What if no one likes me?

 

 

I wonder if Violet’s in my dorm. I realized that it was Silverfire’s thoughts I’d heard at once. D-Does he want me in his dorm? Discreetly, I took a step closer to him to hear more. She seems nice enough, I guess. He thinks I’m...nice? Usually people think I’m a wimp or annoying instead. Suddenly Silverfire stopped.

 

 

He put his arm in front of me. “Wait! I think I see who’s giving out the schedules. Maybe our dorm numbers will be on it.” Silverfire took me by the hand and pretty much dragged me over there. Once we got across a bunch of other students, we managed to get to the stand.

 

 

“Oh, hello! I’m Ms. Johnson.” The teacher greeted us with a warm and welcoming smile. “Tell me your names so I can give you your schedules.”

 

 

When I looked over to Silverfire, all I heard was, “It’s all a trick.” He really thinks of this place like a prison, doesn’t he?

 

 

“Spencer Rowe.” He sighed. His real name is Spencer? I honestly think that’s such a cute name for someone like him. Why’s he so upset about it? Silverfire gestured for me to do the same.

 

 

“V-Violet Haynes.” I squeaked like a pathetic little mouse. Bright Scar knows why I’m such a coward. What’s wrong with me? Ms. Johnson handed us our schedules. Me and Silverfire walked away from the crowd. Looking down at my schedule, I decided to see which classes they decided to put me in.

 

 

VIOLET HAYNES, 12-16-XXXX

 

 

MRS. CRACKLE - MAGIC

MR. TUNDRA - ART

MS. JOHNSON - HISTORY

FIREBURNER - PHYSICAL EDUCATION

MR. BARTON - SCIENCE

MRS. QUINCY - BATTLE TRAINING

 

DORM 113

 

 

Well that was a surprise. I wonder if Silverfire’s in my dorm too...I like him. He’s not a complete jerk, so I guess he’s okay? I sure hope so.

 

 

“What dorm are you in?” Silverfire bluntly asked. Before telling him, I tried to look into his thoughts. Maybe she’s in the same dorm as me… Well, that didn’t reveal much at all.

 

 

“I-I’m in 113.” I stammered. He smiled a little.

 

 

“Really? That’s also my dorm.” Silverfire informed me. He didn’t look that excited, though. Does he actually like me? Silverfire turned to look at where the other students were going. “I think we go over there.”

 

 

We walked over to two other students who were arguing over something. Not knowing who they were, I looked into Silverfire’s thoughts to see if he knew them. And of course when I find Stargaze and Hazel, they’re fighting over SOMETHING. Silverfire’s thoughts rang clearly in my head. Are Stargaze and Hazel his older siblings? Silverfire was muttering something to himself once the two of them took notice of us.

 

 

“Oh. Hi, Silverfire.” The girl named Hazel (I guessed) greeted him. She glanced over in my direction, tilting her head. “Who’s she?”

 

 

Silverfire sighed. Is he upset? “Me and Violet both were lost so we stuck together.”

 

 

Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Guess I didn’t notice your masterful escape, eh Silverfire?” Silverfire just glared at her, his silver gaze burning with intensity. She shrugged her shoulders. “But you talked to someone! Isn’t that great?” He rolled his silver eyes.

 

 

Come on, at least pretend to look interested… Hazel internally willed her little brother, although it was in vain. There was no interesting Silverfire in anything at this point. He didn’t even bother to look at Hazel now. Stargaze seemed to notice this, and lightly nudged Hazel’s elbow.

 

 

“Hey, at least he managed to talk to a girl without any advice!” Stargaze awkwardly chuckled. “That’s worth celebrating, right?” There was a light tease in his voice as if he was trying to aggravate Silverfire a little bit. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Hazel’s eyes widened in fear, which I guessed which was of Silverfire. Hasn’t he ever talked with anyone outside of family? I guess I’m the first person he’s talked to then…that doesn’t make me feel any better, actually.

 

 

Silverfire hissed at his brother. “No, it’s not. What’s wrong with you both, thinking that I’ll be able to survive this prison full of idiots?” Inwardly flinching, I resisted the urge to just run away at that moment. Does he actually think of me as an idiot? Because I wholeheartedly agree with him on that matter. He cast a sideways glance at me. “She’s okay at best.” A small sigh of relief almost escaped from my chest. He’s alright with me. That’s…strangely relieving. But I shouldn’t be relieved. I hardly know him.

 

 

Hazel just sighed and shook her head. “At least you made an acquaintance.” She muttered.

 

 

Stargaze seemed unfazed by Silverfire’s sudden outburst. “So what dorm are you in? Me and Hazel are in 105.” Aw, poor Silverfire. He won’t get to be in the same dorm as Hazel and Stargaze. I mean, it looks like he doesn’t like them, but at least he’d be better off with them instead of me. I’m just a nobody. That’s all I am.

 

 

“I’m in 113 with Violet,” Silverfire responded, an edge to his voice. Is he alright? “Do you know who you’re with?” They both shook their heads. That makes me wonder…who else is in my and Silverfire’s dorm room? “Well, see ya later. We’ve gotta go to our dorm and unpack, maybe meet our other roommates. Hope I see you in class.” Not. Was his instant reply in his head. He really doesn’t like anybody, does he? He walked away from them and headed towards the cluster nearby a somewhat smaller building next to the school. I waved bye to them and followed Silverfire over there. I don’t get it. If I don’t even know him, why am I following him around so much? It’s weird. Once I caught up with him, he immediately tensed up.

 

 

W-What if I snap? He panicked to himself. I could see actual sweat dripping down his forehead. This must be really serious. Should I be peeking in here so much? It’s so wrong. But at the same time, it feels so right. And his voice is really attractive, even in his head. What if I accidentally kill someone? What if I accidentally hurt Violet? Wait, I why am I worrying about her? I don’t even know her! But still… He’s…worried about me? But why? I’m not worth worrying about, really. And how could he of all people be able to kill someone? He might be able to poison someone, sure- but he doesn’t look all that macho if you get what I mean. Silverfire honestly looks like that one extremely handsome jerk who somehow manages to get along with everybody and get away with anything.

 

 

To be fair, I have reason to believe this. Both me and Twyla, actually. My twin sister’s ex-boyfriend was hot. Bright Scar, are you happy?! I said it. He’s hot. But he was an abusive and conceited- I’m not going to say the whole thing, but he was really bad. Heck, he beat up both me and my sister. Later my little brother as well once he was found out by him. What kind of beating? Um, let’s see. Physical, mental and emotional beatings. With me, there was a fourth but we don’t wanna go there. You can figure it out for yourself. Anyways, Twyla dumped him and our family was a wreck ever since. Why I’m mentioning all of this? Silverfire’s really handsome, can you blame me? He has messy dark auburn hair with silver eyes, dark tan skin with freckles and a black spot on his right cheek. Of course I’d think that. Twyla dislikes him, but she’s hated men since the whole ‘Aspen Incident’, so can you really blame her?

 

 

“Hey Violet, you still alive?” Silverfire voice broke into my thoughts. There was a glint of genuine concern in his eyes, although it looked like he was trying to hide it. Is he still unsure how to feel about me? “Earth to Violet. Are you feeling alright?” I nodded weakly, feeling faint. This is the most draining experience of my social life so far. Silverfire narrowed his eyes, doubt flashing through them but he didn’t press further. “Let’s keep going.” We walked on in the dormitory, ready to find our room and all that jazz. Compared to the outside, the inside looked quite nice. The outside and the school is hands down TERRIFYING. I almost wet myself. Okay, I should rephrase that. I wet myself a little. I know, I know. I’m pathetic. Just noticing Silverfire was gone, I went into a silent panic. What happened? Did he leave me? Oh Bright Scar, I’m going to throw up… Soon he came back holding a key in his hands.

 

 

Is Violet alright? She looks paler than she usually does. Is she that attached to me already…? He thought, unaware that I could hear him. Answers to your questions: I’m not okay, plus this is my normal skin color, get it straight. Unfortunately, yes I am. In some way or another. Am I feeling attached to her? I mean, she’s okay but…why can’t I seem to keep away from her? She should be figuring this out for herself. I’ve never heard something truer. He walked up to me, grumbling to himself about…well, something. After some more following Silverfire around the place, we finally found our room: 113. Once we took a step in, I realized two people were in it already. Are they our roommates?

 

 

There was a tall woman with tan skin and deep black silky hair. Her eyes were a piercing dark green that glimmered in despair. The man who was laying on the floor stuffing his face looked older than both me and Silverfire, but from what I could tell, the woman is older than him. He had light brown hair that on the right side formed a little spike, which in all honesty, is very cute. The guy also had green eyes and a lot, a LOT of freckles underneath them.

 

 

Dang, that guy who just came in is cute… I soon realized that this was the woman. But whatever. I’m not staying here long, so I’m not going to pursue him anyway. He doesn’t even look the type to socialize either. Yeah, I’ll have to agree with that. Silverfire can be very reclusive, and that’s coming from me, the princess of reclusiveness. A prick of anger sparked in my chest. But why’d she have to say Silverfire’s cute? Well, I mean he IS, but…why am I angry about this? This is confusing and stressing…

 

 

“Oh. I guess you’re our roommates.” The man greeted us. Silverfire huffed and rolled his eyes, now walking over to a small desk at the opposite end of the small room. “I guess I’ll introduce myself.” He sighed. “I’m Tristan, and that bastard is-”

 

 

“Shut it, Tristan. Before I have you beheaded.” She interrupted, her voice a hiss. She turned towards us, her eyes sparkling with annoyance and rage. “I’m Princess Holly, daughter of King Brokenfire. Unpleased to make your acquaintance.” She snapped. “I hate you all already. Especially you, Tristan.” Tristan just shrugged his shoulders and flipped her his middle finger. Well then, this looks enjoyable.

 

 

Who am I kidding? I actually like Tristan. And I don’t hate my roommates. I just wish I wasn’t the daughter of a tyrant… Holly sighed to herself. As long as I act like this, they won’t want to be my friend. Then they won’t have to put up with my royal blood. Is it wrong that I want to be her friend? She seems really lonely, like me…no. I’d doubt she’d accept my help.

 

 

“Don’t listen to her. She’s in one of her moods.” Tristan grumbled loud enough so Holly could hear. She hissed at him before sitting down on the chair behind her. “Do you have names? Either way, I don’t really care…”

 

 

“I’ll put it in stupid people terms for you: Me Silverfire, her Violet. Capisce?” Silverfire growled. Tristan rolled his green eyes and nodded weakly. “Good. Now leave me alone, I’m not in the mood for anyone’s stupidity.” He plopped down in the seat in the nearest desk and glared at everyone. I’m trying really hard to understand him, but he makes it really difficult.

 

 

I don’t even like these people all that much. Sure, Violet’s okay but what if she finds out? What if anyone finds out about my curse? I can’t stay here. Silverfire hissed to himself. I’ve gotta- The thought abruptly ended as soon as I noticed him watching me.

 

 

“What’re you looking at me for?” Silverfire snarled, as if I’m his enemy. I winced, stepping back a little. “What do you- Wait.”

 

 

“W-What is it?” I whimpered. Silverfire’s silver eyes glittered in pure rage. Why’s he so upset? Did I do something wrong? Wait, did he…? Oh Bright Scar, please no. Silverfire glowered me some more before speaking.

 

 

“You’re a mind reader, aren’t you Violet?!?!” He snapped.

 

Some things need to be rewritten, especially the beginning half.

Chapter 2: Holly's POV

Spoiler

“Well?” Silverfire hissed, his silver eyes gleaming in a wild rage. Has he gone mad? “Answer me!” I can’t believe this idiot, just acting like he can start yelling at whoever gets on his nerves or offends him. And Violet being a mind-reader? Pfft, as if. Only people directly exposed to the effects of the Blood Moon can receive those kinds of powers, and a Blood Moon rarely ever happens. It has only happened about two or three times our entire history, so how could Violet be one? Violet shrunk back in fear. Her eyes were widened and in shock, her body shaking uncontrollably at this point.

 

“I-I’m-” Violet stuttered as softly as she could. Silverfire didn’t seem to hear her and continued glaring at her, his silver eyes locked in a deep state of anger. This needs to stop, and if Tristan won’t do it, then I will.

 

 

Smacking him in the face, I glowered him. “Knock it off, you idiot!” I snapped at the silver-eyed teen, resisting the urge to smack him again. “So what if Violet’s a mind reader? Does it matter in the long run? NO! So why don’t you shut up and keep quiet?!” Silverfire’s fists were shaking now, as if he was fighting the urge to strike me. Hit me. I dare you to. I’ll just hit back with twice the power, and so forth.

 

 

He hissed at me. “Yet!” Silverfire snarled. Was this guy dropped as a child, or is he just naturally this stupid? Either way, this COULD’VE been avoided if Violet had kept her prying eyes away from Silverfire. How could she have not realized that he’d snap at her for it? Silverfire’s gaze flickered back to Violet, who was looking growing more worried and concerned by every heartbeat. “Answer me.” He seethed.

 

 

“S-Silverfire, please. Just calm d-down so I can tell you.” Violet whimpered, her once warm amber eyes now full of guilt, shame and fear. A small teardrop slid down her cheek, falling to the floor. Aw, I’m almost starting to feel sorry for her. Almost. “P-Please, you’re scaring me…” A flash of shame glimmered in Silverfire’s eyes, but was quickly replaced by the burning fuel of hatred. Am I just imagining it, or did Silverfire actually look upset about it? No, he can’t be. Otherwise he wouldn’t’ve hurt Violet like that. Tristan glanced at Silverfire, his green eyes gleaming with irritation.

 

 

“Shut up, bastard. Violet did nothing to you and you know it.” Tristan butted in, now getting up from the couch he hadn’t moved from since he’d stepped foot in the dorm room. “If anything, she’s probably the only person here that can actually stand your sick behavior, I’ll tell you that much. If murder wasn’t prohibited, I’d definitely kill you first. Holly being second.” Really dude? Do you hate me that much? Silverfire just glowered us some more before walking out the door. Right before he’d leave us in peace, he uttered one more thing.

 

 

“If I’m really so infuriating, then I’ll get rid of myself for you.” Silverfire snapped before stomping out of the room in a fit. Thank Bright Scar he’s gone. He annoyed the heck out of me. Tristan flipped him the bird and walked back to the couch. Violet was on the floor, crying to herself.

 

 

Violet murmured, “I didn’t mean to upset you, Silverfire…” Oh please, like she should be the one feeling sorry for herself. It SHOULD be Silverfire, if anything. She shook her head weakly, her tears falling onto the floor. Tristan didn’t even bother to even comfort her- he was already asleep on the couch. And I thought I was bad… I walked over to her, despite the annoyance pricking at my chest. Violet looked up at me, her eyes stained with tears. “P-Please, leave me be…”

 

 

“Violet, listen to me. Silverfire is an idiot, so stop sniveling about it. You shouldn’t even care.” I grumbled, clearly not interested in her sob stories. Look, he’s the one who lost his temper with her. Silverfire doesn’t deserve her pity. Violet just shut her eyes, her tears falling down to the floor. “What even is it that upsets you so much? He’s a jerk who doesn’t deserve your pity.”

 

She shook her head, shaking wildly. “H-He isn’t, Holly.” She sighed. Is she in denial? I swear to Bright Scar, is she this hung up about Silverfire? Jeez, some people can be so stupid… “S-Silverfire was right. I am a mind reader.” No. She can’t be telling the truth. Silverfire is being stupid, that’s all.

 

 

“You’re lying.” I spat through gritted teeth. “Get over Silverfire. Stop living in denial, idiot.” But it seemed so real when she said it…no. She’s lying to you. Stop believing in her. You can’t trust anyone. They’ll kill you once they find out about you. Violet flinched at my comment. Is she really that upset?

 

 

“Please Holly. You have to believe me.” Violet whimpered, her eyes on the verge of tears. As sorry as you may be, I don’t believe a single bit of your sob story. There’s no way you’re a mind reader. Otherwise you’d hate me. And you’d already want to kill me. Because of my roots. Where I’m from. Who I am. “B-But Holly…why would you say that?” What? She…actually heard that? “I-I’m sorry, I can’t control it…but your thoughts are kinda interesting, if I’m being honest. W-Why would anyone want to kill you? You aren’t that bad, despite what Tristan seems to believe.” Of course I’m bad. I’m the cause of my kingdom’s problems. People died because of me. How can she say that I’m not bad? And how can anyone not want to kill me? I’m not normal. I’m not even entirely human. I shouldn’t even exist.

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Walking into the large hallways, my heart skipped a few beats as I hid behind the pillar leaving me out of sight from the throne room. Well, at least from the throne itself. It’s past my bedtime. The advisors are talking to the King right now. If I misplace one step or make a sound lighter than the soft whisper of a summer breeze- I’m dead.

 

“K-King Brokenfire, I’m not so sure if-” An advisor began, his voice uneven. I don’t blame him. Brokenfire isn’t exactly the kind of King to listen to his advisors. He doesn’t even listen to me, and I’m his DAUGHTER that he loves OH SO MUCH.

 

 

“NOT SURE IF WHAT?!” King Brokenfire bellowed, the strain and anger in his tone becoming more apparent as he went on. My heart leaped a couple more beats. If he finds me, I’m so dead. Covering my hand over my mouth, I slightly poked my head out of the way to get a better look. My dad was too busy glaring at the servants to notice me there. Thank Bright Scar. Clenching his fists, he punched a nearby wall, busting a semi-large whole in it. “SPEAK, YOU PATHETIC WORM!”

 

 

The advisor spoke up once more, fear lighting up in his brown eyes. “I-If Princess Holly is comfortable here, your Majesty.” SMACK. He was slapped across the room by Brokenfire, landing on some rather expensive artifacts. A prick of guilt poked my heart. He doesn’t deserve this. None of these people do. And it’s my fault for being here, not doing anything to help. I could’ve prevented that. I should’ve. But if I’d gone to help, then I would’ve been killed by own father. But isn’t that selfish of me, favoring my own life over someone else’s? It probably is.

 

 

“My daughter is FINE! Princess Holly is lucky she’s here with me, and not with her peasant mother!” snapped Brokenfire, his black eyes highlighting with pure rage. “She has the great magical abilities of my race! There’s no place for her with Sarah!” Maybe I want my mother instead. But that’s also selfish. I should be grateful with what I have, right? Right? Brokenfire turned to Tsubasa, the youngest of his advisors. “You’re young. Tell me, what should we do about her powers at this rate? She’s turning twenty-three soon, and she still doesn’t know how to use them.”

 

Tsubasa gulped. “T-There is a newly opening school called Dragonwood Academy. Maybe that could help?”

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“H-Holly, please stop thinking like that,” Violet sighed, breaking my train of thought. Snapping back to reality, I stared into Violet’s amber eyes, detecting a small glimmer of guilt shining in her eyes. Is she okay? Does she really rate me that much as to try to make feel like I’m a good person? I’m not; she needs to stop saying I’m not bad. I am bad. “It really hurts to hear it all, Holly. Please…you aren’t bad.” If she thinks I’m not bad, then…fine. I’ll at least fake I have amazing self-esteem in the meanwhile, if that’s enough to get Violet off my back.

 

I sighed, looking down at the floor. “Fine. But don’t try to convince me otherwise. I am a disgusting abomination and deserve to be treated as such. Like…him.” Violet narrowed her eyes at me, as if she was trying to melt me with her vision. Stop, please. You’re creeping me out. The mind reader visibly flinched, almost on the verge of tears again. “I didn’t mean it,” I lied, trying not to make a scene. “Anyways, would you like some help dealing with Silverfire? I know quite a few spells to keep him at bay-”

 

 

“No, Holly. Please don’t. Whether you like it or not, I have a right to care about him.” Violet snapped, sounding as if she wasn’t crying or frightened a few seconds ago. What was that? That was like Violet wasn’t speaking at all, or something like that. She’s full of mysteries, for one. “S-Sorry, I don’t know what got into me…” Me either.

 

 

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, at any rate we should head downstairs to the lobby. Maybe there’s something worth doing down there.” Violet sighed, already exhausted with…well, whatever she’s exhausted with. Hey, I’m not invading her personal life that much. Well, I can only invade as much as she tells me. Which probably isn’t a lot. The both of us got up and began walking towards the door. Before leaving, I turned to Tristan, who was still munching on his potato chips. “Hey couch potato, you wanna come join us?”

 

 

Tristan heaved himself up and off of the couch. “Whatever, I don’t care. I’m just going to see if they have anymore potato chips or popcorn. I’m in a snacking mood, and I know neither of you are going to get me anything.” Ah, so true. It’s rare to hear Tristan speaking such strong truths. He walked over to me and Violet, still carrying his snack. Before he threw it in the trash can, he glanced at Violet, his gaze fixated on her. Ew. “Hmm. Nice.”

 

 

“Sicko.” Violet spat. Woah, what happened to the jumpy and nervous Violet we knew? She’s acting like me, but not as harsh. I’ve never called Tristan that- wait, maybe I did on that ferry ride. We were standing next to each other and Tristan thought it was a wonderful idea to flirt with me just for the sake of seeing how irate he can get me. Needless to say, it did not end well. Tristan shrugged his shoulders and placed his empty bag of chips on the rim of the trash can. HOW CAN YOU NOT PLACE IT INSIDE THE TRASH CAN, YOU IDIOT?! Bright Scar that annoys me to no end. Ugh. “It’s okay Holly. You can force him to put it in there properly if you’d like.” Oh, I like the sound of that! But there’s more important stuff to be worrying about. “That was sarcasm, Holly.” She sighed. Oh really? That was sarcasm? Pathetic. I can do much better than that!

 

 

I snorted. “You have a lot to learn.” She rolled her amber eyes, amusement sparkling in them.

 

 

“Good thing I have such a great mentor!” joked Violet, chuckling a little as she said it. I think this is the first time I’ve heard her laugh. Or smile, for that matter. It’s really adorable, actually. I just wish she would smile more. That’d be better than Silverfire and Tristan, thank you very much. Tristan just sighed to himself, holding back the laughter in his voice. Oh come on. Is it really that bad to laugh with us? Violet suddenly hugged me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Thanks for talking to me, Holly. It really helped.” I…helped? But how? It’s probably just some spur of the moment thing. That’s not what she actually thinks. Right? I must be.

 

 

“Why’re we still here? Let’s go, if you two are done being all sappy with each other.” Tristan grumbled, stretching a little. He walked past me and began heading down the stairs, obviously not wanting to wait for us. With a sigh, me and Violet followed him. I don’t want to lose him, he could do something very stupid to get himself hurt in that crowd downstairs! Wait, I shouldn’t be worried about him. I really shouldn’t, and yet…I do. What’s wrong with me? And why am I worrying about Tristan, of all people? He isn’t exactly the person you’d want to care about in my opinion. I caught a sly grin from Violet, her amber eyes highlighting with amusement. Knock it off, Violet. After walking down the staircase and attempting to keep up with Tristan, we’d made it to the lobby.

 

 

Violet winced, bringing her hand up to her forehead. “O-Ow, there’s a lot more people than I expected…” I wish I could help her, but it’s not like I can help, right? “You can help by thinking like Tristan!” she snapped. What? “Don’t think at all.”

 

 

“Poor Tristan, he’s going to end up being the butt of our jokes if he’s not careful.” I snickered while staring in Tristan’s direction. He was talking with a rather short woman at the reception desk. She had short, curly auburn hair and green eyes the same hue as Tristan’s. Is it possible they’re related somehow? It looks like they are. And it also looks like they’re arguing too.

 

 

“But Mom!” Tristan wailed. Mom? Now how is his mother working here, hmm? Suspicious, if you ask me. “Can’t you just change my dorm?” Oh, so that’s how it is, is it? Jerk. And here I thought you had some decency. But why should care about what he thinks about us? About me? I don’t even know him all that well, yet here I am about to start bawling like a newborn babe. I’m such an idiot for liking Tristan in any way, shape or form. Ugh.

 

 

His mother shook her head. “No, Tristan. You need to get a life and make some friends. You’re nineteen, an adult might I add, and you still persist on staying with me instead of getting out there.” Oh, so he’s a mama’s boy? Bright Scar, some people… “And for Bright Scar’s sake, stop calling me ‘Mom’! You’re supposed to call me Mrs. Leighton, remember?”

 

 

Tristan crossed his arms, his face beginning to turn red. “Fine! But only because you said so, Mom.” He stomped off from her, in the direction of where me and Violet were standing. Jeez, doesn’t this guy know any respect? Violet shared a sideways glance with me. She snickered.

 

 

“And you kept saying you liked Tristan.” Violet snickered, covering her mouth with her hand. I rolled my eyes as my face went hot.

 

 

I grumbled to myself. “...Just shut up.” As much as she may have heard, I don’t like him! Nope! Not anymore! Violet slyly raised an eyebrow. “Stop that!” Tristan was soon right in front of us, sighing to himself. Oh Bright Scar, please don’t tell me he heard our discussion! Violet giggled, most likely ready to whip another smart remark about me and Tristan. “Violet, don’t you dare-”

 

 

“Holly likes you, Tristan!” Violet squealed, pushing me closer to him. Oh Bright Scar, this is exactly what happens when a mind-reader is around you, isn’t it? “Oh, definitely. Guess what I heard in your mind about Silverfire?” NO!! I DID NOT, I REPEAT, DID NOT EVER THINK SILVERFIRE WAS CUTE AND/OR HANDSOME!!!! “Wow. Now you’re repeating yourself, which is adorable.” She teased. Ugh.

 

 

Tristan glanced at the floor. “Erm, I doubt that. She smacked me a couple of times on the ferry ride, so I doubt it. And I’ll never forget when she kicked me in my-”

 

 

“Yes, yes, we get where you’re going with this. Needless to say, I don’t like him at all.” I snapped, crossing my arms. Looking back at Violet, I flicked her hands off my shoulders. “Is there anyone you wanted to talk to, Violet? Silverfire, perhaps?” Tristan chuckled a little, probably at my barbed remark towards Violet. She glared at me, her amber eyes glittering with irritation. Oh, this should be hilarious.

 

 

Violet growled underneath her breath. “No. I want to talk with my twin sister, Twyla. I’m worried about her. She’s really vicious to others, and I don’t want her to be hated among her dorm already.” O-Oh. Twyla definitely doesn’t sound like the kind of person you’d want to be around, does she? “And Tristan, if you’re coming with us, then please don’t ogle her. Your body will never be found.”

 

 

“Wait, why would you suggest that? I would never!” Tristan protested weakly, his face a bright red. He’s an idiot if he can’t realize that, even more so if he knows that it’s true. “Yeah, you’re right. I probably would. You’ll look for my body and bury it, right?”

 

 

I shrugged my shoulders. “Depends.” Yes, yes I would so badly. No one deserves that, even if they’re…themselves. Glancing back at Violet, I studied her expression. It looked like she was scanning the room for Twyla, but I hope not. She doesn’t sound like a very nice person. Violet shot some daggers at me, but eventually began walking away from us, her fists clenched. “Violet, wait!” She turned back at me, her amber eyes glittering with pure anger. O-Okay, I’m not going to bother her anymore. Me and Tristan walked up to her, while she just stood there glaring at me. “I’m sorry, Violet. Please.”

 


“Fine. But don’t ever call my sister that again.” she hissed, her fists shaking wildly. I-I… Violet grumbled something else underneath her breath and gestured for us to follow. “Come on. Twyla’s right there.” Will Twyla be okay with Tristan being around us? Casting one last glance at the lazy slob, I shook my head. She’s going to kill him.

Eh.

Chapter 3: Tristan's POV:

Spoiler

Violet tapped on Twyla’s shoulder, her body trembling greatly. Is she that scared of her sister? Or is she just afraid for me? I doubt it, no one has really been afraid for my safety, so what does it matter? “E-Erm, Twyla?” She murmured softly. Oh, come on! If you’re going to talk to someone, at least talk in a voice loud enough that they can hear you in! Twyla turned towards us, the joy in her eyes dying as soon as she saw me.

 

“Who’s this?” sneered Twyla, her voice barely a hiss. Her huge jade-green colored wings were like a bat’s and spread out from her back; they almost smacked Holly in the face, which would’ve been enjoyable to watch in all honesty. Twyla’s tail was also lashing in anger, with it also being a jade-green coloring as well. “Not another guy after you! When will you learn to stop talking with those vile creations?!” Suppressing my fist from striking her where she stood, I simply glared at her through narrowed eyes.

 

Holly growled at her. “Oh, Bright Scar. She’s worse than I expected. I’ll take Silverfire over her anyday of the week, please and thank you!” You didn’t need to butt in, Holly…this isn’t our problem to handle. It’s Violet and Twyla’s, unless we somehow get dragged into it. Which we will now since you spoke up. GREAT.

 

Violet glowered at her, but didn’t retort at her insult. “Tristan’s fine, Twyla. He wouldn’t bother doing anything to anyone, I swear on my life.” Well that’s just- I really can’t say anything back to that, can I? She’s legit saving my hide and speaking the truth. Twyla rolled her eyes in contempt, flicking her tail dismissively.

 

“He’ll do the same to you just like Aspen did! And so will that other guy you were hanging around! Can’t you see that they’re all the same? All pigheaded, arrogant, and foolish? Are you really making yourself into a slave for them?” snarled Twyla, baring her teeth. What? A slave? How could she even consider her own sister to be a slave, mentally or physically? She’s just plain horrible and awful, that’s what. Violet looked down at her feet, a teardrop falling to the ground. Twyla’s light green eyes shimmered with pure guilt. “V-Vivi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

 

“Oh, sure. You didn’t mean anything, calling your sister a slave like that.” I snapped, now taking a few steps closer to Twyla. She shrunk back in terror. “You’re a horrible sister, you know that? Just because you’re angry over something in the past it doesn’t mean you can just take out your anger on others! Violet’s been through enough and with you always trying to control her every action, you’re just making it worse. Stop blaming others who had nothing to do with your problems. None of the men here even know about this Aspen dude, but apparently we’re all monsters like him because of one mishap! Cut the crap, Twyla. You’re in the wrong and you know it.” Holly raised an eyebrow at me with a completely shocked facial reaction, while Violet began to sob even harder. Oh Bright Scar, what have I done? Was this really worth it?

 

Twyla’s shocked expression immediately changed to a one full pure rage. “SHUT UP! You’re just upset because I called you out! You’re just like all other men- cruel, selfish, and vain! I hate you! I hate you, Trist-” Suddenly Twyla grimaced in pain, bringing her hand up to her forehead, rubbing it roughly. Holly let out a small sigh of relief from behind me. Just why is she relieved? “Owie…w-what was that-” Almost as soon as she looked at me, an amorous gleam flashed in her eyes. Her frown quickly flipped to a dreamy smile as she gazed into my eyes. “W-Wow…you’re so handsome, Tristan~!” She squealed. What?! Just a minute ago she would’ve had my guts for garters, and now she’s cooing over me like a dove? Although I’m happy to be called ‘handsome’ by someone other than my mother for once, this really strange. So what exactly could’ve- Holly. She probably knows, doesn’t she? She’s the one who sighed in relief once Twyla began rubbing her head. Twyla immediately wrapped her wings around me, purring helplessly. “I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed you until now.” She cooed dreamily.

 

Whipping my head to face Holly, I glared at her. “What happened to her?” I hissed, trying to inch away from Twyla. Holly rolled her eyes leaned in closer to me. “Whisper it so she doesn’t hear, I’m suspicious of her still.”

 

“I put a love spell on her.” Holly flatly replied, her dark green eyes giving away nothing. She WHAT?! That’s so, so, so wrong to do! She shrugged her shoulders. “She was going to rip you apart, Tristan. I had to step in somehow. Isn’t this better than having her tear you into shreds?”

 

“Yes, but-” My response was cut short once I felt Twyla’s lips pressing against mine. Oh Bright Scar no! I d-don’t want this at all! Well…maybe I do. Maybe I do want love, but not this kind…it’s not love if she has a spell cast on her to love me until death do us part. Twyla forced her lips upon mine even harder and more passionately, letting out a long, deep moan. Please no. No. No. No. No. She fluttered her eyelashes in a lovesick matter as she pulled back from me, a moonstruck grin on her face. Stop, please! Holly! Stop her from making out with me! Holly just snickered a little bit and then glanced at Violet, who was watching me and Twyla with confusion glinting in her eyes. I really don’t blame you, Violet. I’m just as confused, if not more.

 

Twyla then tightly squeezed me, nuzzling my cheeks. “You’re such a good kisser, Tristan,” She murmured gently. “And you’re so sweet.” Can someone get her to stop? Please? Can’t Holly just take the spell off of her? Twyla giggled a little, her eyes lighting up with joy. “I wish I could be with you forever, my sweetheart~” STOP! Violet chuckled a little bit after that, now walking up to me and Twyla.

 

“You know, Tristan…you can make yourself useful and go find Silverfire for me.” Violet whispered, her eyes sick with worry. Why’s she so worried? And why does she want to see him? Wasn’t Silverfire trying to force Violet to tell him her secret when she clearly didn’t want to? “Shut up, Tristan. You weren’t paying attention, per the norm.” Twyla glowered Violet, her eyes glinting with anger.

 

She wrapped her wings fully around my back and rested her head on my shoulders, a defiant expression on her face. “Tristan’s a great listener! He always listens to me! Right Tristan?” Feeling faint, I nodded. Why’d Holly have to cast that spell on her? Why? It isn’t right at all, and now Twyla’s doing something out of her control! Twyla squealed joyfully. “See? He’s an amazing listener~” Her praise soon dwindled into a purr as she rubbed her cheeks against my neck. Why did Holly have to cast a love spell, anyways? Couldn’t it have just been a spell to calm her down or…something like that?

 

Violet rolled her eyes. “Mhmm. Whatever, I wasn’t talking to you Twyla. Tristan, can you go find him for me? You can take your lover with you if you want.” LOVER?! No way is she my lover! Twyla giggled at the word ‘lover’, pecking me on the cheeks as well. Bright Scar, could this get any worse? “It will if you don’t get going!”

 

“Jeez, Violet…are you okay? You’ve been really cranky since Silverfire left and- oh. Oh. OOHH.” Holly growled softly, only for her gaze to widen in shock. She grinned smugly. “You like Silver-”

 

“Shut up!” She snapped, tugging on Holly’s shirt collar. Holly snickered, while Violet just sighed and let go of her. “I don’t know how I’m putting up with you. Anyways Tristan, I think Silverfire went outside of the dormitory so he might be out there…” I don’t get a choice, do I? “No you don’t. Now go with Twyla and find him for me, okay?” Fine. Twyla sighed dreamily, murmuring something underneath her breath. Why does she have to come too? She’s annoying me! Rather reluctantly, I stomped out the doors to the front school grounds, growling to myself. Why does Violet have to be so demanding at times? Wasn’t she that sweet, shy, and beautiful woman a few minutes ago? It’s probably Holly who pissed her off, at any rate. And now she’s pushing her anger on me, so that’s just great. Now I’ve gotta deal with this nuisance in the meanwhile? Ugh, give me a break.

 

I preferred it when it was just me and my mother on this island. Not my brother Luke, though. He’s a moron and doesn’t deserve to be in our lives. Maple, Luke and I were living peacefully on this island, when we suddenly got the choice of being kicked off of it or working here. Since Maple didn’t want me to come to too much harm, wanted me to make friends, and learn how to use my strange powers, she decided that I should enroll. Luke didn’t want to enroll, but mom insisted that he should so me and him could try to “bond”. Why though, is beyond me.

 

Twyla stretched her wings, yawning a bit. “Where do you think we’ll find Silverfire anyways? I personally don’t want to find him, he’s annoying and rude! He was messing with my sister, for Bright Scar’s sake, how could Violet be so blind to the truth? I bet Violet’s just looking to get la-”

 

“T-Twyla, let’s just focus on finding Silverfire for now, okay?” I stuttered, scratching my head. Twyla sighed, rubbing her cheeks against my arm. At least she won’t argue any further. Well, I hope. Her wings brushed up against my back, almost making me yelp in shock. Her tail was swishing back and forth as we kept searching for Silverfire. I sighed, yawning a little as well. “I hope we can find Silverfire soon. I don’t wanna get in trouble because of his stupidity…” Twyla snickered a little bit.

 

Loosening her grip on my arm, Twyla smiled. “I bet he is pretty stupid, considering the way you talk about him!” She laughed. Why does her laugh have to be so pretty? Especially since I’ve never heard her laugh before, this is just stupid. I can’t fall for her. She’s under a spell. She’d never actually love me. Twyla tilted her head in confusion. “Huh? What’s wrong?”

 

Shaking my head, I mumbled, “Nothing, I’m just tired. Let’s keep looking, alright?” Truth be told, something is wrong. And I know what that something is. Twyla. Me. Spell. That’s all that needs to be said. But I can’t tell her, otherwise she’d kill me. Or she wouldn’t believe me at all. Why’d Holly have to put that spell on her? Why? Poor Twyla. The only thing she’s seeing about me is the wool pulled over her eyes, that giant lie about loving me. What’s even worth loving about me? Nothing, that’s what. Twyla didn’t say anything else, she only let out a tiny yawn in response. I don’t blame her. I’m pretty beat as well. “Hopefully we can find Silverfire soon.”

 

“Can you guys just shut up?” A voice hissed. Wait…I recognize that voice…isn’t that Silverfire? Turning to my left, I caught sight of Silverfire, who was glaring at us through narrowed eyes. Twyla tensed up beside me, her light green eyes glinting with nervousness. I don’t blame you, Twyla. He’s scary when he wants to be. Silverfire raised an eyebrow. “What?” He snapped.

 

I gulped. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience for either of us. “E-Erm, Silverfire? Violet wanted to see you.” I mumbled. Silverfire tilted his head in confusion. Right. I probably should’ve said that louder. Twyla was already latching onto my arm, meaning that Silverfire was probably losing patience with me, or she’s that scared of him. Here’s to hoping that Twyla’s scared of him, because honestly, I don’t know what Silverfire’s power is and I don’t intend on finding out. “Violet wanted to talk to you, Silverfire. She asked us to come get you.”

 

Tears began welling up in his eyes. “Then why would she send you in her place? I guess she doesn’t want to see me at all after that…” He murmured softly, staring at his feet. “No one would, wouldn’t they?” No, they wouldn’t. Holding the sharp retort back, I sighed. He doesn’t seem to get the fact that Violet does want to see him. Why’s he making such a big deal out of it? He should be happy that I even passed the news onto him! But I guess no one really cares about that.

 

“Look,” I began, starting to lose my patience with him. “I just told you. Violet wants to see you. I sure as heck wouldn’t want to, but you should be grateful she’s even giving you a chance.” Silverfire only walked past me and Twyla, his head low and shoulders sagging. He should be sorry for what he did. Jerk. It was only then that I realized that Silverfire’s clothes had tears in them. Tears that weren’t there before. They weren’t too big, however, as I had just noticed them. You could see his skin, which was beaten, scratched, and bruised. Were those there before? Or did he do that himself…? No. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. He was headed towards the Dormitory, thank Bright Scar for that. Glancing back at Twyla, I sighed. We should head back and check on them. Hopefully Silverfire won’t go crazy like that again…

 

Twyla nuzzled my shoulder and mumbed, “Are we going to follow him?” Should we though? It’s kinda rude to interrupt their conversation, though. Before I could respond, she bolted to the doors of the Dormitory. “Race you there!” She exclaimed, her tail lashing as she ran towards the doors. Great. I’ve got to follow her and run.

 

“Wait for me!” I shouted, now chasing Twyla. Just how can someone with so much hatred and passion within themselves be so carefree? It baffles me, it really does.

That's all the complete chapters, but in the meantime I might begin posting some of Chapter 4.

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