Lethal Lineage: New Lines

Chapter 1

"Welcome to Sorian Academy. I'm Nathara and I'll be your tour guide." I smile warmly at the frazzled teen shaking before me.

Headmaster Elide gives me a nod as a hand off before taking the sidewalk that leads to his office. He slipped into the new role quite smoothly after decapitating my maniacal mother, Medusa. No one questioned Headmaster Elide, descendent of Sorian himself, Medusa slayer, and gargoyle warrior.

"Are you really Medusa's daughter?" The wide-eyed elf girl asks me in the middle of my tour speech, making me stop walking and sigh.

I turn to her, looking down slightly since she was only 15. Her mouth hangs open as I hold eye contact, but I wasn't using any special powers. This was just her shock from my snake-like pupils.

"Listen," I tut. "I'm only going to say this once and then the subject is off limits forever, got it?" The girl nods dumbly. "Yes, I'm the daughter of Medusa. Yes, Headmaster Elide stopped her from destroying everything. No, I don't hate him. No, I won't show you my abilities. Can we continue with the tour?"

We swiftly travel through the school, taking a lunch to go so this wouldn't take all day.

"And finally, this is the arena for combat training. Students are mostly gargoyles and some vampires, but if you have a special interest in it, just let the headmaster know." I lean on the doorway as we both watch students lunge towards one another all over the arena, swords clanging loudly, grunts and harsh hits in the background.

"Who's that?" The elf guffaws, cheeks turning pink. I follow her line of sight which brings a smirk to my face.

"Oh, him? That's Professor Larken. He teaches the classes." I hum, tapping the food I held in my arms as Larken's gaze finds me across the arena. His blue eyes still for a moment before he grabs the students attention with a whistle.

"Step away, weapons down. Good progress. Go shower." Larken's deep voice fills the arena like an echo of thunder. Thor's lineage was evident.

Students sag and shuffle off in a herd to clean up. I found it was best to remain in the doorway to avoid most of the stench.

"Wow," the teen whispers beside me, still in awe of my boyfriend's glory.

"Interested in combat?" Larken lifts his chin at the girl. Her mouth flounders for words as her face burns crimson. "No? Then scram."

She stumbles and then turns around to speed walk down the hall. I snort with laughter after she rounds the corner, turning to find Larken much closer.

"That was mean." I giggle. "Aren't you supposed to be encouraging people to learn how to fight?"

"I'm off the clock. Gimme." Larken snags the food from my hands.

"You're welcome." I roll my eyes as we start walking down the hall.

"Did you eat?" He searches my body for more hidden food for myself or perhaps checking to see if I have an after lunch gut.

"Yeah, I ate and walked and talked. Pretty sure I burned all the calories I ate." I shrug. At this comment Larken holds out the orange he took from me.

"Nah, I'm getting dessert delivered by air." I smirk, pointing up as the sound of flapping wings grows louder.

The sight of my familiar hauling me a giant chocolate chip cookie turns my smirk into a wide grin. I hold out my arm for him to land on.

"Thanks, Harlow! You're the best." I kiss his smooth green head and the dragon purrs happily, wings settling on his sides as he perches on my shoulder.