Dragons Trust Book 1 - The Start

Ice

"Just hit me!" I cried. Octavia had asked me to help her with her magic in offensive style. Now she was too scared to hit me. The poor girl thought she was going to hurt me.

"What if I hurt you?" She asked. Ice laid all over the ground. She had thrown it yes, but she had missed completely.

"I promise you can't hurt me," I reasoned. She really couldn't. I was good enough with my magic that I could either redirect it, or completely avoid it.

Her hands moved, a small coat of frost covering them. Seconds later a blast of ice shot from her hands as she pushed them forward. It shot straight for me. The ice hit a wall of hardened earth long before it could ever touch me.

"See, I told you," I laughed. She rolled her eyes. Octavia had been getting more and more frustrated. The others in her trainee group had surpassed her and could fight with their magic a decent amount. She was still struggling to pull it up.

"Okay, but I'm still so far behind the other three. They're already using magic here and there. I'm lucky if I can cover my hands." That was true. The frost on her hands was already gone. No one could figure out why she having so much trouble. Her element was ice. So they had experienced ice riders come and try to help her.

Of course they were practically useless because they didn't want to help a female. So she continued to struggle with it. I looked at Tuarana. Her breath was ice. She looked like ice. But she also had gills.

"That could work," Ares said reading my mind. He was right. It could work.

"Via, try doing something with water then freezing it." She looked at me as if I were crazy. I was but that wasn't the point. "Just do it, I want to see something. The movements should come naturally to you. Don't try to control it too much."

She looked at the lake we stood next to. The same one Ares had decided to take a dip in without warning. He chortled at the memory. Via took a deep breath and pulled her hands up a little bit.

Instead of the sharp movements she had been using for just ice magic, her hands were flowing and flexible. A small amount of water separated from the lake. It hovered in place and then froze, falling back into the water.

Ares jumped in after it. He grabbed it in his jaws and shook it, like a dog would with a toy. The ice was a perfect sphere. That was hard to do. Not even leveled ice rides could do that.

"Yes! You did it! I told you that you could!" I picked her and bounced around in a circle with her. She shrieked in surprise.

Octavia was light. She weighed damn near nothing to me. I could smell the soap she had used to clean herself. Undeniably, I silently sulked that she didn't smell like mine. She had been so adamant on buying her own.

"Okay, okay, you win. Now put me down!" She laughed. I sat her down. I didn't want to, but she told me to so I did.

"What if I just want to hold you?" I asked. She blushed furiously and turned away from me.

"No, you're not allowed," she said. I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

I wrapped my arms around her. My chest met her back. "You're lucky I respect women or Id be carrying you everywhere." It wasn't a lie. If I were allowed to, she would my in my arms or on my back or on my shoulders at all times.

She didn't respond. Instead she turned her face away so I couldn't see the blush deepen. I could feel how fast her heart was racing. Via took a deep breath to try and calm it down.

I let go of her. Because if I didn't I would probably keep her their with me, for as long as I could. Maybe a mark or two would be left on her neck.

I didn't want to do anything to her that she didn't want. She had full control over me and she didn't even know it. I would bend to her every wish. Everything she wanted could be hers, if only she would tell me.

But she wouldn't. Not because she didn't trust me, but because she would feel like a burden. The only burden she was to me was that I couldn't tell her.

"Do it again!" I said. She focused and repeated the steps she had done before, but this time she was able to move it onto the land before it dropped. Ares trumpeted in congratulations before diving for the ice ball again. He had melted the first one. "Yes!" I threw both of my hands into the air. Octavia smiled.

"Okay, I get it. I can do it. Now I just have to be able to do more." I let my arms droop. She was so hard on herself for no reason. I sighed. Tuarana chirped and nudged her rider.

Much like her rider, she was a beautiful creature. Her presence was captivating to bulls looking for a mate. Ares was a fully grown bull, but he wasn't interested in mating yet.

And thank the Gods because he was already a handful. I couldn't even begin to imagine what a horny Ares could be like.

Tuarana was one of the more rare species. Very few Arctic Reaper riders had been recorded. They came from a place shrouded in cold. Giant masses of ice were the only form of land out there. There was no civilization because it was too cold for any non-ice riders. Even ice mages couldn't survive there. And they were the embodiment of cold blooded.

More like they were just massive dickheads, but what's the difference?

"Come on, it's time for dinner. And none of us can cook, so if we miss that we ain't eating," I laughed. Octavia shook her head.

"I can cook actually. I had to do it for my dad every day," she said.

Who knew it was possible for me to love her any more than I already did.