Dragons Trust Book 1 - The Start

Tuarana

I sat watching Clinton show the newbies how to stretch properly. They would be sore in places they didn't know they had for weeks. Conditioning would make it worse. He spent weeks building stamina and muscle. Simple workouts that progressively got more intense when he thought they were ready to move on.

Out of nowhere the Arctic Reaper jumped up and roared. It scared the shit out of all of us.

"Miss Cillian, care to explain?" Clinton asked. All eyes turned towards her. Her eyes flicked back and forth in a panic.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just thinking about names and then she did that," her voice shook. She was scared out of her mind. All of the attention on her was making her nervous.

"Names? Which one were you thinking of when she reacted like that?" He asked curiously. Talking to your dragon, or just thinking was fine with him. As long as you did what you were supposed to and paid attention when he was talking, he didn't care.

"Um, Tuarana." She sounded like she was about cry. The other students didn't notice but I did. It was the carefulness in which she said her words. Almost as if she would break down if she wasn't careful enough. Which she would.

The dragoness held her head up high and chirped. Looks like she has a name now.

"Well then, I'd say it's safe to assume that's her name. Now, get back to work," he barked. He was talking to all of them, not just Via. Octavia flinched slightly at his harsh tone. She and the others got back to the exercises. Clinton turned towards me, a questioning look on his face. I stood and walked closer to him. He met me about halfway so the others wouldn't overhear our conversation.

"Yelling at her isn't a good idea. It'll just scare her and make her freeze up," I explained. He nodded.

"What else do I need to know?" It wasn't a question. It was a demand. I took a deep breath.

"Don't ever raise your hand like you're going to hit." That was all I needed to say. He understood the implication I was making.

"Alright. Just so you know, she won't be given special treatment," he reminded me.

"Trust me, she doesn't want it. Treat her like you do the rest of them. I can guarantee she'll surpass all of them. All she needs is a chance to prove herself." A smile took a place on his lips, and it was gone before he turned around to give more commands.

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I was laying on the couch almost asleep. Micah had switched out with me so I could go home and get some rest. The second Ares had touched down in front of the house I walked inside and dropped onto the couch. There no telling how long I had been laying here trying to sleep.

After that first night with that Via slept with me, it was hard not to think about. Now, once again, every time I tried to sleep all I could see was her laying on my bed with my old shirt on.

Octavia was beautiful. Her hair so blond it may as well be white. Sharp, blue eyes that reminded me of winter, both of our favorite season. Everything about her was sharp now that I thought about it. Her jaw and the way her collar bone poked out. She had long, slender fingers that made everything they wrapped around look good. A belt was needed for almost all of the pants owned. Her legs were long and thin. So finding pants that fit her length wise, didn't fit her waist. Pants that fit her waist didn't fit her legs.

Curves were a different story. She didn't have big breasts that other guys like. I didn't care though. Sure they looked nice, but I honestly didn't understand why others thought it was a beauty standard. Octavia was relatively flat in the chest and butt. (I'm not a creep I swear.) She still had that waist that sloped in, and hips that could constantly had me staring.

Everything about her was so captivating to me. No one else could ever compare to her. In a room full of the hottest women in the world, she would still stand out against them. She had a grip that I could never pull away from. And to be honest, I didn't want to. I wanted her and her alone.

When she did something as simple as shifting the way she sat to get comfortable would make me stop and stare for a few moments. This world didn't deserve people like her.

And her singing.

Oh my Gods her singing. It was like nothing you would ever hear. I couldn't tell you how many times she had put one of us to sleep when she sang. Her voice in general was ethereal and slick. When she sang, I swear I could feel the Gods looking down and enjoying her voice just like us. The way she strung words together made everything fade to the back of my mind. All I could focus on was her.

Singing was such a common thing. Everybody did it, whether they were good or bad. But Octavia, Octavia made it feel like the hardest and easiest thing in the world. The best singers would be silenced when they heard her. If she had the confidence, she could sing for the world, and we would all fall underneath her. Be put in a trance that would leave us confused for days on end and wishing to hear more. Yearning to hear her voice just one more time.

This goes to say, even she had her faults. But I loved even those. To me, she was perfect and could never disappoint me. Everything about her made me want stop and drool like a dog staring at food it wasn't supposed to have.

Maybe that's the way it was supposed to be.

Maybe she was something I was never supposed to have. Something I could never have.

Maybe if I tried, it would all end up in flames. Whether that be from heartbreak or betrayal. This world would never be able to understand the burning desire I had her. Or maybe it would.

Maybe I would be the one to send those flames up. The flames that would destroy our home and everything in it.

Maybe, just maybe, she would someday know just how much I loved her. Just how much I would give to see her happy.

Maybe one day, I could look her in the eye and tell her.