Not my world - Xaden Riorson reader

Meeting friends

All I can do is try to figure out why I'm here. I hit my head. Is it a concussion? Am I in a coma, and I'm only? "Mira, she doesn't have to answer you if she doesn't want to," Violet says, touching my shoulder compassionately. But I can't focus on anything besides my family back home, who must be at my bedside while I lay in a hospital bed or found dead in the bathroom.

Mira scoffs louder. "It's just her name. I want to know where the hell she got this," she says and touches the vest at the end of her sentence.

I take a deep breath. "My name is y/n Andor. I don't know if you know my family. We live away from other people in the mountains." I am trying to say it as confidently as possible. I did not want to use my real last name since that would sound so fake in this magical universe. So, the last name of a character I like will have to do.

"Thank you. See, that wasn't hard. I still want to know how you got this, though." She looks at me and glares. It feels like my stomach left my body when she gives me a look I can only assume dragons give you before death.

"Family heirloom. It came from my great-grandfather. It gets past down to the firstborn of each line." My mouth says faster than my brain can process it. But it seems to work enough because Mira takes a step back and focuses her eyes on Violet.

"I love you, Violet. Remember everything I've told you. Don't become another name on the death toll." She says, and she grabs Violet in a grip as if she has no idea if she will see her younger sister again.

Violet promises to her sister, "I'll be alright."

"I know, let's go," Mira says, moving through the courtyard.

Violet looks at me, puts a fake smile on her face, and gives me her hand.

"We might as well stay together now, huh?" she says, and I take her hand, giving her a genuine smile.

"Oh yes, that will be a good idea." I laugh, and she looks a little confused but chooses not to question it.

We are moving through the crowded courtyard. I now see instructors, commanders, and what seems to be General Sorrengail as Violet squeezes my hand in fear and flashes her eyes wide.

We keep following Mira through the crowd. She moves quickly, suddenly stops, and looks at Violet with pleading eyes.

"Find Dain Aetos," Mira tells Violet. We keep moving towards the open gate.

"Dain?" Violet starts smiling when Mira mentions his name. I roll my eyes at the name of the section leader.

"I've only been out of the quadrant for three years, but from what I hear, he's doing well, and he will keep you safe. Don't smile like that," Mira chides. "He'll be a second-year." She shakes her finger at Violet. "Don't mess around with second-years. If you want to get laid, you should." She lifts her eyebrows and looks at me briefly before returning to Violet. "Often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year. Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you've slept your way through to safety."

"So we're free to take any of the first-years we want to bed," Violet says with a little grin. I pipe in, "Just not the second or third years."

"Exactly," She winks at Violet. "At least she catches on quickly." She nods to me.

We move towards the rider's quadrant line, and we watch the majority of the crowd move to the line at the base of the northern turret, which is the entrance to the infantry quadrant. Some of the flock of people move towards the gate behind us to the healer's quadrant. That's where I would actually go if I grew up in this universe. I would not know what was ahead of me. I wouldn't know that Xaden and Garrick are around here, taking names of the people who want or are forced to try to become riders. I wouldn't know a lovely boy named Liam Mari dies at the end of the first year due to saving Violet's life. I wouldn't know that what Mira told Violet about only sleeping with first-years would be in vain. Violet will kiss a second year and do much more with a wing leader.