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cuckoldbootslave · 2 years

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My Stepmother

Part One

When I first met my stepmother my eyes were drawn directly to her feet. There, on that cool snowy day, I fell in love. I had always considered myself inferior to women. I also had the typical fetishes associated with this particular mindset. But on that day, I focused on a pair of grey high heeled leather boots, a pair I would get to know much more closely. I had heard her approach and so I looked down in anticipation. I had overlooked her hands, they were encased in beautiful, cashmere-lined, black leather gloves. As soon as I saw these, my knees went weak. I knew that I would have to make any excuse to stay at my father's house just to get a look at those boots.

"We're going shopping," my father said, "Maryanne needs to get a new coat."

I can't give up this opportunity, I thought to myself.

"I'll come, if you don't mind?" I said looking to my new symbol of idolatry.

She grinned wickedly. Had she noticed?, I thought. No, it was my imagination.

I wanted to gaze at those boots. There was a little bit of snow and my mouth watered. I wanted to be on the ground licking them clean. Oh, how great that would be.

"We'll be back in a while," my father replied.

"Okay, I just stay inside and wait for you. Dad? Can I stay over tonight?"

"Sure. I have to go out of town next week so it will be nice to see you."

I went inside, and they left. I couldn't harness my excitement. I ran to their bedroom to find anything of hers. At first I felt ashamed and then realized that any boots would be kept in the basement. I rushed down the stair excitedly and began snooping. After about 10 minutes I started to get frustrated, so I tried a cupboard next to the stair. Upon opening it up, I saw 3 pairs of high boots. I quickly grabbed one and put it on the floor. I laid down to see what it would be like to view them up close, imagining that she was wearing them. I began to kiss them when I heard the car pull in the driveway. I put the boot back and ran back upstairs afraid I would be discovered.

I sat down on the coach and turned on the TV. The door opened. I heard her boots on the entryway stairs and felt weak again. Then she walked in, "Do you like it?" she asked me...

She was wearing a beautiful mink coat with a mink hat, it was soo luxurious. Coupled with the leather gloves and the boots, I didn't know whether to kneel and bow or to just start licking her boots. My dad had not entered and she knew...she had to know the affect she was having on me. She walked over to me and cupped my chin in her gloved hand...oh the aroma!

"Answer me when I talk to you," she said, and I knew there would be no arguing.

"You- you- l-look great!" That seemed to satisfy her. I think it was that I obeyed her command that seemed so satisfying.

Just them my dad entered and she took off the coat, gloves and boots. She was beautiful. Not supermodel hot, just beautiful. She was what every woman wants to look like: 5'6", 120 lbs. blonde hair, blue eyes. I couldn't stop thinking of her.

That night as my father and my new stepmom slept in their bed I crept downstairs to get a hold of those beautiful grey boots. I brought them into the living room and set them on the floor. They were still wet from the snow! I immediately began licking, imagining that she was wearing them. I am unaware of how much time passed because I was so preoccupied.

I noticed a change in the room...something was different...I looked up from the boots and into the eyes of my stepmother. My face turned red, I stammered, "I-I-I..." There was really nothing to say.

"Put them back where you found them," she said. I immediately obeyed and thought This is it, I will never be allowed to come back, I'll be embarrassed in front of my family...what will I do.

"Now go to bed!"

"Yes Maryanne"

"Excuse me? You will address me as 'stepmother.' I think we should lay down some ground rules...You will show me proper respect." No problem there. "You will answer my questions: 'Yes, stepmother.'" Apparrently I couldn't say 'no.' "and you will not speak unless spoken to."

That last one threw me. I knew I would relish every minute of obeying her rules, but she couldn't possibly know how much I would enjoy it.

"Well?" she asked, "Do I make my self clear?"

I bowed my head, "Yes, stepmother."

"Good," she said smiling wickedly, "I am glad you understand me." And with that she went off to bed.

I went to bed as well and masturbated about pleasing her anyway that I could.

Being a typical teenager, I slept the next day and awoke to my father and stepmother talking. I came down stairs and my father turned to me, "You know I have to go out of town for the next few days. Will you stay here and show Maryanne around. You could take her shopping and it will be nice for her to have someone in the house for her first few nights here." I could see her smiling behind him and it sent a chill up my spine.

"Sure," I said, not trying to sound too eager.

"Good," he replied, "We have been talking it over and you must do everything she tells you to. I don't want to come home and find that you've ditched her to hang out with your friends or were rude to her. There will be hell to pay if you do!" Neat. She planned this perfectly. Now she was going to get me back for what she caught me doing and there was nothing I could do about it.

That night was uneventful and I slept in the next day. I woke up and went down stairs for breakfast/ lunch. Maryanne was watching the weather report. "They say it is going to be freezing out tonight. I would hate to have to spend the night outside." And then she turned to me, "Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," I said.

"You know what your father said? 'everything I say?'" she began. "Take a shower and then take me shopping. You are going to buy me a pair of new boots. Since you are so fond of them, you should be able to pick out a good pair." This was a dream come true. Shopping with her...my stepmother wearing that beautiful fur coat and hat, gloves and boots...

"Okay," was all I could say, I went and took a shower.

After I was dressed I came out and Maryanne was standing there, "Get my coat and gloves."

"Yes, stepmother." I ran and got them then returned. She took the gloves and put them on slowly. I got weak in the knees, again. Then she stood there, "Well?"

I was confused. She pointed a gloved finger at the coat. "Oh." I picked it up and held it for her so she could put it on. The coat covered her in white from the high collar down to her knees. She then placed the hat on her head, "What are you waiting for? Go to the door." I went quickly and she followed. She stood in the hallway and waited. This time I knew what to do. I grabbed those beautiful grey boots and knelt in front of her. I gently placed a boot on each foot and zipped them up.

She reached down and cupped my chin in her gloved hand again, "I am going to enjoy having you as my servant. Now, those boots are too dirty for my to walk around in public aren't they?"

"Yes, stepmother."

"Then clean them."

I bowed my head and began to lick them clean starting at the tip and running my tongue all over the front of the boot.

"Lay down on your back."

"Yes, stepmother."

She then stepped onto my chest and wiped the boots on me like I was a doormat, "Open." I opened my mouth and she plunged her heel into my mouth and I sucked and sucked. She was magnificent in her mink coat and leather gloves. I was in heaven as I cleaned her heels.

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snippychicke · 4 years

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Aftermath--Two

Aftermath: An TUA fanfic

Chapter Two

Rating: Teen

Mentions of blood, slight gore, nightmares

Part One

Lorelei had to admit: Otto's pain tolerance was astonishingly high. Sure she had slipped him a couple of the stronger pain pills she had stored away, but Lorelei still expected screams and curses as she tended to the mess of his eye.

Once she realized how severe the damage was, she tried again to persuade him to let them take him to a hospital.

"No."

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" She all but pleaded, pulling away her bloodied rag to focus on his good eye, wishing she could put her hands on her hips. "Your eye is severely damaged. I don't know what to do other than remove it, and I--"

"Remove it," he interrupted, closing his good eye as if that was the end of the conversation. Lorelei paled, and she was fairly sure Raymond, her unofficial helper, swore under his breath.

"I've only watched that procedure a few times," she continued, stressing her words. "I am not a surgeon. I am a nurse. Do you really trust me to--"

"Yes."

The short answer floored her, making her stomach twist. Otto opened his grey-blue eye, meeting her's with absolute conviction. He didn't know her. He was about to lose his eye. And yet he seemed barely fazed.

"Ok. Okay then. Ray, drag that chair closer. I think I have a surgical text upstairs..."

"Lei, you can't…" He protested as she stripped her gloves, muttering to herself about supplies.

"I've done worse," she admitted as she disappeared up the stairs.

Less than an hour later, she had a surgical text propped on the coffee table to guide her through the procedure of removing the remains of his eye. She expected it not to go well considering her lack of sedatives, but the most he vocalized was a few pained grunts before catching himself and clenching his teeth. She was honestly more worried about Raymond passing out than she was her patient, seeing the dark man pale and waiver more than a few times when she spared him a glance.

Raymond disappeared into the bathroom as soon as she admitted she didn't need his help anymore followed by the sounds of retching. Lorelei finished wrapping gauze to hold the bandaging in place, sighing once she was done.

"I have some antibiotics I want you to take," she admitted, stripping off her gloves for the final time. "Do...do you have someone to look after you?" She paused, studying his rather expressionless face, and his blue-grey quickly looked away from her, confirming her fears.

She offered her hand, slowly helping him sit up. "I have a spare room, so you can stay here until you get your strength back. I know my place isn't much, but it'll let me keep an eye on that too."

He nodded his head slightly, looking rather defeated. Feeling somewhat awkward, Lorelei continued as she tried to straighten up the mess. "And besides, it's like Nanna Chestnut used to say, it's not our place to judge. And, well, you already paid an eye for... whatever."

Raymond reappeared from the bathroom, and Lorelei excused herself as he waved her towards the kitchen. The kitchen was as small and worn as the rest of the house, dingy curtains covering the cracked windows. "Did I just hear you offering a bed to him?" He whispered harshly.

"Well considering I just removed the man's eye, and I'm hardly a surgeon, it seemed prudent."

"Lei, I know you’re trusting to a fault, but that man tried to kill us!"

"And yet you brought him here," she shot back. "What do you expect me to do? He already made it clear he won't go to a hospital. Do you want me to kick him out onto the street? Or do you want me to call the cops and explain that I went ahead and removed his eye and gave him meds I stole from the hospital?"

Raymond gritted his teeth, running a hand through his short hair. On the one hand, he knew she was right. Morally there was nothing else they could do. But on the other hand, he hated to leave the woman he had come to consider as a sister to fend for herself.

She didn't have any special abilities like Allison, after all. Since childhood, he had known her, the two of them throwing a ball over the picket fence that separated her yard and his grandmother's. Knew she would rather give someone her purse than even think about fighting.

"I-I'll stay here then," he decided, stomach twisting at the thought. He didn't want to, but he had no choice.

"What? No! Go back home to Allie, I can handle myself."

"...Allie went home with her family." He admitted quietly. "I'd feel weird being there without her anyways."

"Family? I thought she didn't have any around here?"

"She doesn't. Look, I'd rather not talk about it right now." Not with that man--Otto--likely listening in. Raymond glanced out to the living room, only slightly relieved to see him still rather slumped on the couch. "I'm gonna run home and get a change of clothes. Then I'll be back."

"Fine," she relented with a sigh. "If you insist."

Raymond left the kitchen, pausing at the front door to look at Otto reclining on the old couch, still unnaturally pale with sweat beading despite the chill of the late November night. "Don't you dare hurt her." He swore, though he highly doubted the man had the energy after everything. Especially when it seemed like an effort just for Otto to lift his head and open his good eye.

"Jag ska inte," he said, his words either slurred from just his accent or the pain meds Lorelei had given him. Granted, Raymond doubted it would have made any difference. He knew a little Spanish, and that was not it.

"One wrong move and I'll finish the job my wife started," Raymond continued anyways, even though he highly doubted he could be so….ruthless.

Either Otto didn't care or didn't think he would either as he allowed his head to slump back on the back of the couch, not bothering to designate him with a response. Raymond swore under his breath, praying desperately that everything was in one piece when he returned.

--+--

Otto hadn't moved an inch when Lorelei finished washing her hands and putting things away. "Okay big man," she sighed, and Otto barely stirred in response. "Sleeping like that is not going to do you any good, so come on." She grabbed his lax hand and tugged slightly.

With a protesting grunt, Otto shifted and did his best to stand, leaning heavily on Lorelei as the room spun. Her head barely came to his shoulder, which made it awkward, but she held on with a fair amount of strength.

"You are not allowed to fall, understand?" She said as he wavered. "That would knock those clots loose, and I doubt you have much more blood to lose."

He grunted in agreement (or she assumed) before taking a hesitant step. Then another, and slowly the paired shuffled towards the small bedroom adjacent to the living room. "Besides," she continued mainly to break the silence. "I doubt I'd be able to lift you up off the floor."

A small smile graced her lips as he gave a huff of what she took as laughter. Her smile remained as she helped him ease into the small twin-sized bed, kneeling down as soon as he was settled to pull off the thick leather boots, ignoring his blatant stare as she quickly undid the thin strings with practiced efficiency.

Habits were hard to kill, after all.

"Swing your legs over, and get some rest," she commanded as she stood. "I'll allow another dose of the stinger pills, but then it's plain old Tylenol for you."

He nodded as he collapsed back on the bed which looked even tinier with his more substantial frame laying on it. Lorelei didn't like how pale he was, or the sweat beading on his forehead. Out of habit she brushed the pale blonde hair checking for a temp and gave a sigh of relief when she found none.

Yet, at least.

--+--

Raymond half expected a blood bath to be waiting for him when he returned. Except there was only the small blood stains Lorelei was scrubbing on the splintered wood floor, Otto nowhere to be seen.

"Did he leave?" He asked hopefully, but the dark look he received answered otherwise.

"He's resting in my spare room," she still answered, gesturing to the partially closed door with the bristle brush. "So shush."

Raymond groaned as he sat on the hardwood chair closest to the woman. "You brought him to me, I'm going to take care of him."

"I have a moral dilemma, okay?" He sighed. "I am allowed to have conflicted feelings about saving the life of the man who tried to kill me and my wife."

"Why didn't you call the cops, Ray?" She asked, giving up on the spot and resting on her heels to look at him. “Why didn’t you force him to a hospital or something? Why bring him here?”

"Yes, Lei," he leaned forwards, arms resting on his knees. "I'm going to call the cops, and tell them what? That I have a vacuum salesman I thought was dead laying rolled up in my best rug with obvious bruises around his neck and missing an eye because my wife stabbed him? How is it going to look with a black man bringing a man like him into a hospital? Especially when that man is me?"

"Why don't you tell me exactly what happened?" She shifted to sit on the couch, and once he had her full attention, Raymond obliged. The craziness of seeing a cop just turn away after a simple whispered command from his wife. Learning of her secret power. Meeting Allison's rather startling brothers. Not just their personalities, but their ethnicities.

Learning his wife, his perfect wife of an entire year, was from a lot farther than he could imagine. He could see the doubt and concern in Lorelei's face, but her lips stayed pressed together and she listened without a word as he continued his story. Even after he admitted the truly insane moment of yet another brother in law appearing in a flash of light, citing more time travel, and took his wife away. Forever.

"And that's when I brought him to your doorstep," he finished, leaning back in the chair and waited.

Lorelei pressed her lips together in thought before giving in and asking the question pressing to the forefront: "Having you been dropping acid?"

"Lei!" He protested, jumping to his feet though mentally, he had tried to prepare for this kind of reaction. “Are you seriously asking me that?”

"What else am I supposed to think?! Time travel? Superpowers? It sounds like science fiction!"

"This is exactly why I couldn't go to the police. Because if my own sister wouldn't believe me, there is no way they would. Lei," he walked over to the couch and sat next to her, drawing her hands into his. "You are the sister of my heart. Do you really think I could ever lie to you? Or take drugs? To ruin my people's reputation like that?"

She looked at where their hands met, her fair skin even paler in comparison with his. Nana Chestnut always called them siblings of heart, because they always understood each other. They nearly always agreed. She knew his motivations and passions as if they were her own, and vice versa.

And no, she couldn't see him lying to her. Or willingly do anything that could be used against the equal rights movement.

She looked up and studied his face. The worst bit was: he didn't look like someone hallucinating or having any kind of psychotic break. He seemed somehow as calm and collected as always.

"...shit."

--+--

Otto woke with a gasp, the fear from his nightmare chasing him as his hands shot to his neck, assuring he was free to gasp for air. He was already sitting on the edge of the bed before his mind fully woke up; the previous day’s events slowly untangling from the nightmare.

Not that there was much difference.

His throat ached and burned, but it was nothing compared to his eye, or rather its remains. It was disorienting, having half of his sight gone as he studied the small room barely big enough for the bed and a chest of drawers. Early morning light streamed through threadbare curtains, allowing him to see the glass of water and the white pills sitting next to them.

Part of him wanted to forgo medication. He had trained nearly his whole life to withstand pain. To push it down and compartmentalize it until it was merely an annoyance.

But he also never had his eye removed either. And he had to admit whatever the woman gave him the night before had dulled his mind enough to temporarily forget feeling like his heart had been ripped from his chest.

It wasn't Axel. He reminded himself as he carefully stood, the room spinning as he shakily took the few steps to the chest of drawers, leaning on it as he popped the medication into his mouth and drank the lukewarm water.

They had known the woman had powers. That's why they had tried to neutralize her as quickly as possible. But they had failed. Again. Their near-perfect streak shattered by this family of oddities.

But where did Axel go? Why had he woken up at the mercy of the woman's husband? Had his brother honestly thought him dead? And just left him?

Axel was still alive, right? The thought made his stomach turn as much as the medications and the dizziness did as he clenched his fist.

No, his brother had to be alive. Axel was the best of them. Their older brother (by five minutes to Otto, but even as an adult, Axel had lorded it over him). Axel had to have survived.

He couldn't be the only one left. He had to find his brother.

The thought gave him purpose as he pushed off from the dresser and forced his legs to work as he stumbled out of the small room into the living quarters of the house. His focus was on the front door and the light that was streaming through the small window panes. He had to leave. He had to find Axel.

Why was the world swaying so much?

"Woah! Hey, no!" He stumbled as his foot met a thick rug and nearly toppled over if it wasn't for the small woman from the night before, (Lori? Lee? Some odd English name) coming to help him regain his balance. "C'mon on buddy, you need to sit your ass down before you fall down."

It bruised his ego how easily she manipulated him to the nearest chair, helping him ease down into it before disappearing once more. He could only close his eyes, trying to will his heart to stop pounding and his to stop lungs burning from the short walk.

He felt as weak as a newborn kitten. How was he supposed to do anything like this?

"Here, have some tea." A cold glass was placed in his hand, though her hand hesitated to release it until she was sure he wouldn't drop it. "You lost a lot of blood, my friend. I'm surprised you got this far without passing out."

The drink was cold and sweet, oddly helping both his stomach as well as his head settle. "Thirsty, were we?" She teased as he finished the glass, still knelt by his side. Muddied green eyes smiled up at him softly, the same ones he remembered hazily staring into last night.

Except then they hadn't been so cheerful. Just… determined.

Her smile fell as he continued to stare down at her, and she reached up to brush his forehead with her wrist. "No fever, which is good," she muttered after a moment. "How are you feeling?"

He wasn't even sure if there were words for how he was feeling, let alone what the English equivalent was. The ache of his throat. The burning pain of his eye. The infuriating absence of half his vision.

The emotional pain in his chest that threatened to consume him.

"Well, I take it that it's not pleasant by the look on your face," she guessed as he stayed silent. "Did you take those pills I left you?"

He gave a slight nod to that, which seemed to appease her. "Good, though they could be hard on the stomach. How about I whip up a light breakfast? We can see how long it takes Mr. Overprotective there to wake up."

He had to turn to look where she gestured, seeing Allison's husband asleep on the small cramped couch, an old quilt draped over him.

She stood up and offered her hand, "You want to come with me to the kitchen? I have a fresh pot of coffee just made, if you're a coffee drinker. Also, not easy on the stomach, but the Lord smite me if I ever deny anyone coffee."

He hesitated for a moment before accepting, and it was embarrassing to have help to stand and then need to lean on her smaller frame as she helped him across to the kitchen. By the time she helped him to the small kitchen table, he felt weak and shaky and all but collapsed into the chair.

It wasn't long before she had a mug of steaming coffee set before him and a dish each of sugar and creamer. The woman continued to talk cheerfully as she busied herself with breakfast, he only partially paid attention.

At least the coffee was strong.

Part Three

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua swedes #the swedes #the swedes otto #tua otto #fic: aftermath #jason bryden #otto/OC

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littleredwritinginhood · 2 years

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“What She Thought”

By Dimaano, Ladhy Jazzlyn L.

We arrived at the Beverly Hills of the Dead in Manila at nine o'clock in the morning. I took a quick gaze around to see what was going on, but it was the ice cream vendor walking the cemetery that attracted my eye. It's odd for an ice cream vendor to be selling "sorbetes" at this time of day. To find him, I proceeded towards the ornate tombs. I stopped in front of a small tomb, looking around the corner to see how it had evolved through time.

"Do you think it's incredible?" Raiko remarked.

"A little," I said, then turned to face him with a phony smile.

I couldn't even look at his grave before, but now I'm brave enough to tell him the truth.

"Could you please leave me alone for a while?"

I try to persuade him that I'm alright here by myself.

He said, "You're my boss."

He simply left me alone, as if he had never been here in the first place.

"I miss you so terribly, Dad."

My right eye let out a teardrop. With my thumb, I wiped it out.

"Dad, I'm not pleased. I can't stand witnessing my mother struggle with her illness. Could you kindly guide us? Could you kindly speak to God and inform him that I am not prepared to be abandoned? I've already lost you, and I'm not sure I'll be able to live without Mom."

I go upstairs to hunt for my mum when arrived at the mansion. I went into my room after watching her for several hours since I was exhausted. My mother's recovery is still something I'm hoping for even before I closed my eyes her vivid picture remains.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

"Go away, my daughter," she said softly, then took a step back.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I said.

"They're on their way to get me. They'll hunt me! to death" she screamed so loud.

I walk towards her. As I cupped her face, my hands trembled. Her face fills with blood, which drips down her face in a quick shift of phase.

"Mom I'm scared."

"Gabbi!"

She disappeared just like that. The drips of the blood are gone also. I was sweating intensely when I awoke. I'm having trouble catching my breath. What exactly does that nightmare imply? I'm hoping the scenario pans out. I can't bear to lose my mother, oh God. I tried to sleep again and forget about that nightmare.

I awoke the next morning without feeling the warmth of her embrace. Even though the mansion is painted in bright colors, it still appears dismal to me. I'm still looking for signs of her presence, but so far I haven't come across any. With a body of noodles and bare feet, I found myself strolling into the living room. This glass that I'm touching is the only thing that separates the two of us right now. Should I or shouldn't I shatter it?

My father-in-law commands, "Take a look at your mother."

"How come she's been sleeping for so long?"

I can't stop crying.

"My dear, don't cry." Aren't you happy that your mother is now in good hands, and I'm pretty sure he's with your father?" he inquired.

"Dad, I'd like to borrow my wife."

Raiko excused us in front of his father and other visitors. He walked with me until we reached our room. He sat down next to me on the bed and offered his lap as a pillow.

He asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I didn't bother to reply but instead, I cry. He caresses my hair whispering, “Everything will be alright.”

My mum was laid to rest two months ago. Even though the house is full of people, it yet feels empty. Even though change is the only constant in the universe, I never imagined Raiko would change in such a drastic way. He became obnoxious and hostile. This is not how I picture my life with him as a husband. He breaks stuff and verbally abuses me whenever he gets angry.

I received an invitation to our class reunion in junior high school. I'd like to go, but there's a part of me that says no. Raiko will undoubtedly suspect me of dating someone behind his back once he knew about this. I heard Raiko cussing from our room, and I'm sure he's anxious about his work as his father's successor. I tucked the invitation beneath a stack of clothing in the drawer and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. When the doorbell rang, I offered to look at whoever our visitor was. I noticed a delivery man carrying twelve pizza boxes and a paper bag full of fries. I offered him a helping hand and instructed him to place the pizza inside the house.

Raiko grabbed my wrist firmly as I was going to place the fries on the table. He keeps insisting that the delivery guy is my lover, and I'm tired of his obstinacy. I planned to throw the invitation to avoid him making a mess again. When I saw an envelope hiding within the same pile of garments, my curiosity got the best of me.

“Medical records? Death certificate?”

I questioned myself what are these documents and why is my mom's name written here.

As I scan the documents I'm holding, I remembered how mom act at that moment I told her about me and Raiko's plan of moving out.

“You should get out of this house!”

Mom shouted at me, and this is the first time she did this.

“Mom, what do you mean?”

I asked out of my confusion, back then she's the one who's pushing us to live our own.

“Leave your husband and this house besides your husband is stilled water. He'll only move by his father's words. I don't get why you married someone like him,” Mom explained.

“How come you're acting like this all of a sudden? Didn't you say he's the right man for me?”

“I only said because you're unsure if you should marry him plus the fact that when you back out we'll going to pay your father's debt for years. I meant to convince you but I don't like him. If I had the chance to rewrite things then I would like you to marry someone like Omar,” she smiled.

“Omar isn't filthy rich however he's kind and most of all he's not two-faced. He chased you for a very long time, I even witnessed how he sang a love song for you in front of our kubo. How I wish I could turn back the clock then you won't suffer like this.”

"What do you mean by ‘suffer like this’?” I asked her.

"Nothing," she smiled.

Back to the present, moments after Raiko left the house for the reason that he'll attend a business meeting, I escaped from the mansion given that I don't want anyone to meddle with my business. I immediately find the person in charge of my mother's death certificate—he's Dr. Delmalvar.

"Explain these things to me!" When I saw Dr. Delmalvar—the doctor who signed the documents—I screamed angrily.

"I apologize, but I believe you should first consult your husband."

He then walked away with his record book, unconcerned about my presence.

"Do you think I'm that illiterate? My mother has type 2 diabetes, which means she has to inject insulin into her body, but these papers don't appear to be like that!"

I can tell he's nervous since the way he writes with his pen demonstrates trembling.

"I'm not going to beat a dead horse. Tell me right now or I'll go find out the truth the other way around."

His voice is unsteady as he says, "I-I don't know who did."

“Tell me everything you know.”

I'm rubbing my temples, attempting to regulate my irrational emotions.

“T-They said your mother's nurse killed her by injecting an excessive amount of insulin, but she died of cardiac arrest.”

He put the papers up to the light, pointing at that part. He led the way through his clinic to avoid anyone hear our conversation. He twisted the knob and sat on his swivel chair. He faced me with a serious expression.

"I spoke with the nurse, but it appears that she is unable to do so. She started biting her nails it may be her way of easing fear. Apart from that, she won't have a syringe filled with potassium chloride solution in her hand if she's the culprit, I mean, no criminal would put himself in the list of persons of interest. I also had someone checked her alibi and is true.”

“You're also part of the crime, Doctor,” I looked into his deep brown eyes to see how will he react.

“B-But I didn't do anything!”

“That's right, you didn't do anything to reveal who the culprit is.”

He stood in front of me and the next thing that happen shocked me. He kneels in front of me rubbing his hands against each other. He bows his head and spoke with a cracked voice.

“I'm begging you, please, I can't afford to be jailed. I have a family to feed. Although you can keep me as a witness we don't know who are the persons behind the curtain. They'll sure sentence my death.”

He raises his head. I can see in his eyes that he's afraid of what will happen to him as well as to his family.

“You know, you only have two options. It is to live a hell or to die brutally with injustice,” he warned.

“That's for now but I'll come back. I won't let them hurt someone anymore, I will never.”

After I finished my words, I left his clinic without looking him at a second time. I have the pieces, only a few are missing to complete the puzzle. But one thing is for sure, Raiko has played a role in this delinquency.

I'll never know what my mother went through in that mansion. I assumed we were both grieving, but she's carrying stones in her backpack. Why didn't she inform me earlier? I didn't do anything to help her! Gabbi, you're a complete moron!

I'm standing outside the horrible mansion. I clenched my hand and gathered all of my hatred and confidence to approach them. I'm not going to let this happen again, this time. Maybe they were all too preoccupied to notice that there was no one in the living room, this living room can be easily robbed. I phoned someone, the police who Dr. Delmalvar recommended as the most rightful cop in the city. When I noticed a baseball bat in the corner, I smirked. I keep the bat in my hand and slam everything together as loudly as I can. I'm attempting to pique their interest. I want them to see what they made me do.

"Are you finished destroying my house?" Raiko yelled.

"It's not your house I want to destroy; it's your life, my beloved spouse," I added with a maniacal grin.

"Can you tell me what you're trying to say?"

He clenched his teeth and lifted his brow.

“I just wanted to ask you if killing is such a pleasurable experience?”

"It feels good, yeah." He asked, "Are you comfortable with that?"

"Does it feel so nice that you murdered my mother?" I inquired about him.

“It's your mother's fault! She make a big fuss about my father's Staffa well in fact she has nothing to do with it. She even dares to sneak inside Dad's office to steal evidence and hand it over to the cops! It's not our responsibility if those inept officials are easily deceived and incapable of searching for evidence. What's more, you know what's more intriguing? I thought, painting the holes my father has made is an exciting thing to do but it is nothing better than killing. I can still recall your mother's face when I showed her the syringe,” he laughed as he said, “she's afraid.”

“I guess the saying ‘like father, like son’ is very applicable to us.”

“Since both of you are criminals,” I added.

"At the very least, unlike you, I have my father with me. I pity you, my wife because you are alone. You know how kind I am, I quickly put an end to your mother's agony by killing her. Do you want to know how I went about doing it? I injected potassium chloride into her body, and the best part is that no one will suspect foul play because your mother is injecting insulin, so it won't prove a point," he devilishly laughed.

"Your mother intended to hand over the evidence to the police, but luckily I returned home early and twisted everything here," he grins.

"Everyone here is under my power," he added, attempting to humiliate me. "The papers you're holding now won't make sense in court."

"I know," I said, pressing the speaker button, allowing him to hear his statement, which I had taped.

“But your statement will.”

I returned my gaze to the door. I was about to walk out the door when he—

“You!”

He aimed his gun at me, hoping to start a fire.

"I'm going to—"

After being shot in the forehead, he was unable to finish his speech. A lifeless body drenched in its blood.

A man in a police suit just saved my life by saying, "So unlucky, I'm faster than him."

He tapped my shoulder and said, "Police Officer Bardiago, Omar Bardiago."

"Omar," the only word that runs in my mind at that very moment.

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The World of Yaltra Parts 1-10

Yaltra, a world filled with magic gods and special abilities, a world of kingdoms and Queendoms. Light fills the world, but where light resides darkness is sure to appear.

In the queendom of Ceark, a warrior legend resides, a man named Dae Vol he was 14 and a tall boy standing at 6'3" with light brown hair and steel gray eyes, he prefers to wear red and gray robes. Dae had moved to Ceark when he was young. He went straight to the castle that day and demanded to be Chief of the Order of Knights. He was put through a test to see his power, they made a wager that if he was able to beat the top ten of the Order of Knights he would be given the title he wished. Dae was skilled, being born of a warrior and trained since he was a young boy. Dae got through nine of the ten, but when he reached the leader of the knights he was defeated. The leader of the Order of Knights recognized the boys potential and took him under his wing. Dae trained with the leader for 3 years when one day he was instructed by his mentor that to become physically stronger he had to become mentally strong. Dae was sent to Vertul School of Magic. At first Dae hated school, he disliked most people at the school, being an orphan back in his birth town only knowing his father was a warrior, and growing up in the slums. He disliked their aristocratic aura, he could tell that most looked down upon him. But one day after class he was approached by two people. He was approached by Phay Meloa a girl around 16 years old and her best friend Zould Akia a 17 year old half elf boy. Other than the staff of the school these were the first people to be nice to him at this school, they looked at him like a peer, like a friend. For a long time they were inseparable, and eventually they graduated the school. Zould left to his homeland, Phay was headed home too, but coincidentally Phay's home country is Ceark. Dae and Phay decided to travel home together. Phay asked what Dae was going to do. He tells her of his mentor and discovers that Phay is the daughter of his mentor.So Dae keeps training with Phay's father. Dae and Phay spend much more time together, growing closer and closer. Speed forward a bit and Dae confesses his love for Phay she feels the same. Dae and Phay get married 5 years later. A year after Dae is successful in fighting his now father in law becoming the leader of the Order of Knights. Zould then moves to Ceark and works as the High Wizard in place of his late uncle. Phay gets pregnant and gives birth to a boy, he is named Ty. A year later a war breaks out between Ceark and the kingdom of Anot. This war lasts for 4 years, and Phay's father passes on the battlefield. During the 3rd year of the war Phay gets pregnant again but dies in child birth. The child is a girl which Dae names Saia. Now it is 12 years after the war, this is where the story will truly begin.

"Hey you! Stop right there!" The guard commanded.

"Make me!" I replied confidently. But my confidence quickly faded as more guards appeared from the ally ways.

"You won't get away from us again Bo Asden!" This is not the first time I was in this type of pickle, especially with that particular guard. I never learned his name though, all I know is that he's getting faster.

Finally I found my favorite mode of escape, one of the many ally ways in this dump of a country. Ever since the last queen died and her bitch of a sister took the throne things have been hard on us poor folk. But enough history we have a problem at hand, that being-

"It's a dead end."

"And the end of the line for you thief!" Exclaimed the guard."You'll finally get your comeuppance."

"Hey there pal. Can't we work something out here?" I doubt this will work but I gotta try.

"No."

"Damn." Well I guess prison won't be that bad, I could work on my people skills. Plus free housing and food, but then again they would be alone.

"Seize him!" Exclaimed another guard. I guess I'll go out in a blaze of glory. As the first one came at me I swept gracefully past him and punched him in the back of the head, he was out cold.

"Gary!" So that's his name, good to know. They stopped playing fairly at this point and rushed me. I got overwhelmed and was thrown to the ground, it seemed they wanted to repay me for Gary.

"Stand down soldiers!" Boomed a large man behind the pile of people on top of me. He was a large man around 6'3" with graying brown hair and steel gray eyes. But it seems he is something to the guards because they got off me with fear in their eyes.

"I will take care of the thief, take Heads to the infirmary." This made me loose any feeling of safety. After the guards left with Gary he came closer and began to speak. "So tell me boy, why are you stealing from people, what is your motive?"

"I doubt YOU would understand"

"Try me kid, you'd be surprised"

"Believe it or not, some kids don't have parents to take care of them. All those kids have is me, so I get them food this way."

"How old are you son?"

"Sixteen, why?"

"Well, since you're sixteen you can work for their food, plus even if you're too old the orphanage will take the children your looking after."

"But I can't just-"

"You can, it's safer for them."

I'm sick of this asshole preaching about something he doesn't understand. I'm going to teach this old guy a lesson then he'll think twice about ordering people around. I ran towards him fists ready, then I was on they ground.

"What just happened?"

"Your predictable, but I plan on fixing that."

"What?"

"Get up and follow me, I'm gonna make you stronger."

"Yes sir." As we left I saw something. It was a man in red and gold robes, just silently watching me, as if he were waiting for something.

"Something wrong boy?"

"No and I have a name, I'm Bo."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dae."

After the whole 'come with me' thing, Dae lead me past the slums to the more suburban part of the kingdom. It was sorta weird though because he didn't talk the whole way, just odd silence between us. Finally he stopped at a medium sized Dutch style house. He walked in the house prompting me to follow him. I had guessed at this point that it was his house. When I walked in I was greeted by a warm, loving atmosphere, just like I thought a home would feel, maybe it was just my imagination though.

"Father who is this boy?" Said a boy that seemed to be around 17, and looked like a slim young version on Dae. Not so far behind him a girl lingered, unsure if she should trust me.

"Tsun this is Bo, he will be trained here from today on." Dae said with his seemingly endless confidence. There was one thing wrong with this though, not once was I told that I would be staying here and being trained, I guess that's what he meant by 'make me stronger' but I had things to do, people to feed.

"What!? Why?" Said Tsun with rage. Never mind, I need to find someone to take care of the kids, because now my sole purpose in life is to antagonize this boy.

"I did not say it was a matter of discussion. He will be here so deal with it." I think it's time for me to step in.

"Well I'm lookin-"

"Be quiet boy, you need to prove yourself if I am to accept this!"

"Someone's cranky."

"Well if you're so apposed just fight him, he took on Gary." Hmm Gary's more popular than I previously thought. But also fight him? Why not? It'll be fun, he can't be too good if Gary is their frame of reference.

"Fine, if I win he shall leave, and if he wins he can stay." Dae didn't respond. "Follow me boy." He led me to a door in the back of the house with Dae and the girl trailing behind. Then the door led out to a grassy field.

"Might I ask how?" I said.

"To simply put it, magic." Dae replied. What a convenient excuse for an otherwise impossible situation.

"Come at be boy."

"It's Bo son."

"You know it's Tsun."

"And you know it's Bo." I wonder how stupid he'll look when he looses. Dae and the girl were whispering, catching my curiosity I tried listening to them and caught 'He isn't too bright though, huh' from the girl. What made her think that? That is what I found out. I turned back and we officially 'started' the fight. At first we just walked in circles, but then in a second he was in front of me, trying to connect his fist to my face. Lucky I dodged the attack and backed up.

"You're fast." I prepared a punch.

"Thanks." With that once again he jumped right to me, just as planned. He might be fast, but he seems to think with his head, not his mind. Wait, that doesn't make sense. Or does it? Fuck it, I'll go with it. What I was trying to say though was, i had expected another jump so I had prepared that punch and that plus his speed.

"HMF"

"That's a strange noise, I didn't expect that." I replied snidely.

"I take that back." Whispered the girl to Dae.

"Damn right!"

"Language!" Responded Dae. Also it seemed the girl was embarrassed to have been heard.

"Alright he can stay." Tsun groaned from the ground.

After the short battle with Tsun, I returned inside to explore a bit. I came across a shelf filled with pictures of times long ago. One depicted a younger Dae along with an elf and some girl that resembled the whisper girl, but this seemed too old for that to be her.

"Hey Dae!"

"What?"

"Who are these people with you in this picture?"

"The girl was my wife before we married, and the elf is my friend Zould."

"Where is your wife anyways?"

"Sadly she passed years ago, and Zould vanished during the Few year war."

"I've always hated the name of that war."

"Yes, it isn't very imaginative, like it was thought of on the spot. Anyway, we have to find a place to put the children you care for, and tomorrow morning we start your training!"

"Alright." I said. Something still felt off though, like a storm was coming.

"M'lord, the time has come. We may never have a chance such as great as this to invade Ceark."

"Prepare the fleet, we leave next week."

"Yes lord Ziao Tae."

I'm in a scorched field, one day the grass will grow but for now it's burnt dirt, burnt by battle mage fires. Dad is on the ground, but not the same dad i know. He was younger with full brown hair lacking the bits of gray without his short beard. In front of him stood an elf, one I've seen only in pictures. Dad once told me his name was Zould and his best friend, someone he trusted with his life and secrets. Zould was speaking, that's when I noticed the dark smoke cloud in front of him, i could feel the dark magic in the cloud. This cloud could only hurt.

"If I do this you will let him live, is that right?" Zould said looking to my father.

"Yes young elf, if you do this I will spare this boy and he will not fall like the rest." Uttered the evil thing. I realized the bodies scattered everywhere, some parts were removed from the bodies, it was sickening. "Just wound yourself and don't resist me." With that Zould cut his palm and the cloud seeped into it. He screamed from the painful experience.

"Take care Dae." He said. Then he started to change. He looked different now but his back was turned to me and as he started to turn I was surrounded in darkness. I was fearful at first, but then a calming voice told me.

"Find the book, save the elf, save the world." Then I awoke. I was in my room again. I was still just Victoria Vol, the 16 year old daughter of the "Great" Dae Vol.I've been having this dream for a month, but the calming voice was new. I was filled with questions from his words. What book was I to find? How do I save the elf? Is the cloud a danger to the world? But I couldn't find these answers on my own, but maybe dad could help me. It was around seven thirty so dad should be worshipping the "Forgotten God", the first god but also least know to the point that he is majorly unknown to most. Usually people will pray to more popular gods like Nekatio the god of cats, personally I like to worship the goddess of light Samantha. Dad likes to say that Samantha and the goddess of darkness Wendy are in a romantic relationship, but that's just ridiculous. Why would a girl go out with another girl? Dad also tells me it's not a big deal, I'm sure I just don't understand. I entered my fathers room but he wasn't there, something important must have come up. I decided to go down stairs to make some breakfast. Down in the kitchen I saw the boy dad brought back home a week ago as a student. He had hair that was a sandy yellow color and dark blue eyes, he was around 5'8 which I liked seeing as though I'm 5'4 and live with two giants standing at 6'3 and 6'2. He's kinda cute. "Do you know where my father is?" I asked Bo hopeful that he knew.

"Not specifically but he said it was important." Drat I wanted to ask him about the dream. But a voice cut through my thoughts. "Why is Gary your standard for strength?"

"Well Gary is a werewolf, plus he is considerably strong as just a human too."

"Did you say werewolf?"

"Yes and if anyone ever killed him it would mean big trouble."

"Who did this." I said to Dr.Sandra Bouls.

"Who ever did this used black magic to kill him, its potent even now though Mr. Gary Heads was killed around 48 hours ago."

"This is a problem, only one person could kill Gary with such powerful dark magic."

"Do you mean-"

"Zaio Tae."

It was a quarter past eight now and Victoria was leaving once again, she left at this time every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Where was she going though? I don't know much of Victoria except basic knowledge like age and gender.

"Where do you go on these days?" I decided to ask.

"Nothing to worry yourself about." Oh wow that really helps me. I guess it was supposed to be like that. So since she won't tell me I'll have to find out for myself. And by that I mean while I have free time let's follow Victoria. After a few seconds after her departure I left the house and followed the small black haired girl from a safe distance of two or three yards. We went a mile or two when she stopped and went to enter a small house on the outskirts of the city, I had closed the distance and decided now was a good time to reveal myself.

"Who lives here?" I said, startling Victoria. She saw it was me and calmed just long enough for her surprise to become anger. She slapped me.

"Why did you follow me, douche!"

"Language Vic. Also, ow."

"One, you deserved it. Two, I don't want you here. And three, who said you could call me 'Vic'."

"Well I'm not leaving now Vic, I want to know who this person is."

"I don't care! Just go back ho-"

"Oh, Victoria you brought your boyfriend to lessons today!" Said a friendly looking old lady cutting off Vic's sentence.

"He is not my boyfriend, he is a boneheaded fool."

"Such harsh words Vic." I feel that I'm starting to bother her, I'm glad I came.

"Well come on in, both of you." Said the old lady gesturing us to come inside.

"I'm looking forward to this."

"I hate you."

"Ha."

Inside the house was a room with a table to the left, a sitting area to the right and two doors. The old lady had us sit down and Vic explained my current situation.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Matilda, a witch and Victoria's grandmother."

"Nice to meet you Matilda, why does Vic come here so often?"

"I can't just visit my grandmother?" Vic said with a cold tone.

"She comes to learn, just like my daughter learned."

"Learn what? Witchcraft?"

"No carpentry, of course it's witchcraft." Then a knock came from the door. "Well aren't I popular today." With that Matilda went and answered the door, and at the door was Dae.

"Matilda we have a big problem." Dae said sounding genuinely concerned.

"Nice to see you too, come in son."

"Oh I guess Bo joined you today, but you may stay it concerns all of us." What is going on that has him so worried? Nothing much ever really happens in Ceark, the only thing we really ever have to worry about is the magic haters of Takacia.

"Matilda, Victoria you've been having a certain dream lately right?"

"Yes I was hoping I was just going senile but he has returned hasn't he."

"What? Who's back? What does this have to do with my dreams?" Victoria looked scared, what in the fire realms is going on?

"I will tell you in due time but for now head home, and Matilda its time for you to abandon ship. I have to do something now, Victoria and Bo, go home for now."

"But what is all thi-" but before I could finish that sentence he was gone.

"Queen Aldraea, I have come as asked."

"Ah yes Knight Dae Vol, I have been informed of the dangers that loom and I have a task of utmost importance for you." Man she sucks, I'm just waiting for an assassin to come along. "I need you too look after my daughter, I'm having her go undercover as one of you plebeians so she may stay out of deaths grasp. And what's worse is she takes after her late father, such a weak man." This is music to my ears, her daughter takes after Borjor the kind. This is the best possible outcome, Borjor died a martyr. He was said to save any person, he would go to battlefields and save both friend and foe. Sadly he was 'mysteriously' poisoned. "Cassidy! Come here girl." A young teen girl then entered the room, she had long golden locks and jade green eyes although I could barely see them since she stared at the floor in submission.

"Y-yes mother."

"This is Knight Vol you shall live with his family while danger is high. I expect no problems with this."

"Yes mother."

"Now leave me, both of you."

"Yes my queen." With that I left with the shy princess.

It was eight in the evening when Dae opened the door and behind him was a girl around 19 and timid looking.

"Hey Tsun, I know I'm new myself but is this something he just does? Bring people home?"

"No actually, you two are the firsts. Also may I ask your name?" Tsun asked. A good question too but I doubt she will answer herself, she looks too uncomfortable for questions.

"This is Cassidy and she will be staying with us for a while." He told us nothing more of girl and lead her to the fifth and last bedroom of the house. He then went to Vic and lead her to the room, she entered, he left.

"Well that sure was 'enlightening', I really learn a lot about her." I said sarcastically.

Father had come to my room and filled me in on the princess and her situation, then lead me to her hopeful that I could calm the nervous girl. She sat on her bed and stroked her long golden hair, which is kinda weird because neither her mother or father have/had black hair.

"The queen isn't your real mother is she." I said bluntly, and now that I think about it that was rude of me.

"No, my real mother was a maid. She died in child birth." She replied unexpectedly. "My father didn't like 'mother' though and she didn't like him, which is why he had the affair. We would bond over our hatred of her, but then she." Cassidy stopped at that point realizing that she was saying very personal things to a stranger. "I-I'm sorry, I'd like to sleep now if that's ok."

"Of course, you can come to me if you need to talk again." Then I left. She seemed sad now, but she seemed a lot more comfortable. Maybe one day she will finish her talk with me.

It's been two months since Dae took me in. My days have been mostly routine; wake up, pray, eat breakfast, train, eat lunch, study, eat dinner, pray, sleep. The only diversions from said routine are my off days. For training we mostly just workout, sometimes Dae will teach me things like sword techniques. He's brought up magic infusion before, a skill in which something can be infused with magic, it's usually just for swords and armor though. I can't infuse anything because of my weak magic though, that's what studying is for. I've been practicing out of a thick spell book for beginners and have some basic magic down like 'Ignis Creare' a simple spell for making fire. Then there's 'Pruinae Creare' which is just the opposite of Ignis Creare. But enough of that, I'm currently at dinner and Dae has bequeathed some information upon us.

"I'm sending you all to Virtul Magic Academy." Dae stated.

"Excuse me? Why might I ask are we being sent to a school." I asked.

"Reasons."

"Do you have to be so vague?"

"Nope."

"I don't want to go. I'd rather stay here." Vic and Tsun agreed.

"It's not up for debate, I'm not answering any questions either. You four are going and that's it, you might want to pack your luggage because you leave in the morning."

"This is bullshit." Tsun claimed. Huh usually he's not one to argue, maybe I'm rubbing off on him, I felt happy from this thought.

"Just accept it, it's not like he's going to change his mind." Vic cut in. Tsun seemed rather peeved because his next course of action was to head to his room, drama queen. I was about to complain again but Dae sent me a glare, and the next thing I new I was headed to my room to pack. I'm not sure entirely what made me back off but I know it wasn't magic, that made it all the more terrifying.

It was evening when we arrived at the school, but it looked more like a fortress than a school. The whole campus was enclosed by a 12' stone wall in the shape of an octagon. At each point of the octagon was a tower, 4 were class buildings and the other 4 were dormitories, 2 for boys and 2 for girls. In the center was a larger tower which held the cafeteria, a ballroom, teacher housing, and at the top was the headmasters office. When we arrived we were shown to our respective rooms and someone was to pick us up and show us the around campus. A portly guy a year or two older than I showed me around, he seemed nice I should have listened to him. I didn't see the others till morning classes the next day. First class was Magic History with Ms.Uerosa she looked around in her mid to late twenties and... tried. She is too nice for her own good, the other students walked all over her, the ones who didn't and listened were few and seemed respectable, like they earned their right to learn here. The ones who couldn't be bothered to listen to poor Ms.Uerosa were, obviously, the children of 'important' nobles. Sadly a lot of the people here were those types. I did meet some good people, like Bruce, he has copper hair and glasses and schemes, which is always a plus in my book. I found him the most likable of the people here, luckily he's also my roommate. In my next class I finally got back together with Vic and Tsun, the other girl was in a different class. This class was Magical Practice with Mr.Dawnbreak, first task was summoning a familiar.

"Ok class, a familiar is the most important part of a magician, they can symbolize your magical strength and will be your companions till the end of your days." Mr.Dawnbreak boomed. He then mumbled some chant and a dwarf troll appeared next to him. "You can summon familiars at will with a simple chant, you can have multiple familiars depending on your magical strength. Now who's ready!" He's a very interesting teacher, very eager. Vic had summoned a black cat she named Simon, which was a sign of her strong affinity to potion magic. Tsun summoned a dog, to show his physical strength. Bruce summoned a Phoenix and everybody was too awed to ask what that meant. Now it was my turn. "Alright Bo, give it a try!"

"hoc est maximus ut custodiant lectione nunc." I chanted. And a figure started to appear. Now I'm not sure exactly what was going on, or why but when the summoning smoke cleared all that was there was, a girl. She was, different though, that meaning she had wings hand sharp teeth. She opened her mouth and spoke.

"Hilsener mester." She said. We looked upon her in both confusion and awe. "Min heter er Drakaina, har jeg kommet til å tjene deg." She spoke this time, but still we just gazed upon her. "Du kan ikke forstå meg he. Is this better, master?" Holy crap she spoke something comprehensive. "I am Drakaina." Drakaina said.

"Hey Mr.Dawnbreak, has this happened before?"

"No Bo, I can say it has not."

"Drakaina? What are you?"

"I am a drage, dragon, my master."

"I'd perfer if you called me Bo."

"Yes mas-, Bo."

"I'm going to fetch the headmaster, you students stay here, bond with your familiars." And with that Mr.Dawnbreak was gone. What would happen now? Only the gods know. This is going to be interesting though, that I knew for sure.

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