The Dragon and The Otome Candidate

Ch. 7 Halloween Special

"It was a dark and foggy night.."

"Drustan, can you make the place look frightful?" says a red headed youth as his eyes sparkle at hearing the myth again except this time his dragon and other newly hatched dragons will be listening to it for the first time.

"For starters I'm not your freaking weather changer, but," glancing at his own blue scale dragon's curious eyes, "will do it to make this story even more formidable."

With a swift of the hand, the lake near them began to mist over while the clouds above became darker and slowly shedding water into vapor.

"By the way if I can make this much, why won't each of you try contributing your own magic into each play?" suggests Drustan as he sits back onto the log where Cairo is sitting as well.

"Hmm, I don't see why not," gently smiles Prince Octavius as he briefly glances at Juan Pierre's lips forming into a sinister grin.

"I'm in," dryly says Pierre as he knows how easily Cairo responds to 'surprises.'

"Fine, I'll join," comments Mateo as he tries not to look at the rest of his classmates staring eyes.

"Yay!" cheerfully yells Hilda, as she and her friend Lola gather together to eat some snacks they brought along to tonight's meeting of get-to-know-each-other. Close to Cairo and Drustan sits the twins nodding with expectations, while behind them sits Florelia pleasantly on a tree branch with her own alert blue dragon.

While this special group of people decided to sit together in one campfire, it cannot be forgotten the Elf Princess sitting in another campfire with other elves and the rest of the classmates.

"Now, as I was saying, it was a dark and foggy night when a young lad named Bean...".

"I swear his name wasn't Bean.." mutters someone.

"Well, his name was Bean!" yells the storyteller. "Bean ended up working late that night doing commoner chores because his..."

"His Lady Elizabeth had a party to go to the next day and she needed her favorite shoes to be cleaned," adds Hilda as Lola nods her head seriously, "yes, shoes are everything to a wonderfully matching dress." While the ladies discussed the loftiness of badly chosen clothing, their dragons on the other hand tilted their heads in wonder at humanity's unspoken rules of pruning and showing off to mates and enemies.

Groaning into his hand, Mateo pleads with the girls, "either you can tell the rest or let me."

At his begging, Hilda laughs with a hoo-hoo-hoo sound behind a stick filled with chard marshmallow, "fine, so this Bean fellow found out he couldn't wash his ladyship's shoes because the well was surprisingly hollow that night. How unfortunate indeed for that poor fellow. So he decided to do something outrageous."

"Which was to clean her shoes with the lake's water.. Uh how nasty," comments Lola as she shivers at the thought.

Clearing his throat Mateo interrupts dryly, "yes, how unfortunate.. Thank you ladies. Now, as Bean takes the night trip to the nearest lake, he begins to wonder if the myth of the lake monster was true. Laughing at the absurdness, he.."

"You mean like this Bahahahaha!" laughs Cairo arrogantly.

"No, no, you're doing it wrong. I believe it was more like, Huahaha," evil laughs Drustan.

"Ehem."

"Nah, that's more of a villain's laughter and he's definitely not one," seriously replies back Cairo.

"I said EHEM!" yells the storyteller. "It was more like a nervous laughter than a wickedly mindless spineless womanizer man."

Both Cairo and Drustan look at each other and pfff.