My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #61: The Bond

PROLOGUE:

The symbol bestowed on girls once they reach the age of sixteen reveals their destiny, something that all too often led to the very being designed for them. Most referred to as soulmates or other half's, this was more intense than one simple bond. A wolf's bond required a marking, brutal creatures as they are. A vampire required the exchange of blood. A witch required bonds made of magic that burn into their skin, only momentarily feeling pain before capable of reading the mind of their future lover. An Elf's bond was much like Faerie, to be bathed in the golden lakes of Luthien, their capitol.

Mine was the Royal Heir, the Dragon rider of all riders. When I learned that the fire-eyed, charcoal black-haired muscular Elite member was to be my future...I hid the mark with magic found in an ancient runes book that I kept locked in my dorm. Because the future memories I was gifted on my sixteenth birthday terrified me with every thought that rushed through me.

Him and me. Bound in the Dragon Keeps of the Royal Castle deep in the mountains.

Him protecting me in a war so deep and dark, I couldn't ever imagine getting out.

Then us together...in ways I've never been with in a man.

Why did it have to be Lorien Oberon, the one man I hated the most in all realms?

CHAPTER 1

The dark dream I had last night was of me and my two besties who murdered Dylan Knox, the beta-in-training who broke Charlotte Henries heart like it was glass just waiting for him to shatter it. I watch Belladonna Neo, my other bestie run her fingers in circular motions as she practices a spell within a basic one from the library, her dragon mark bare for all to see on her wrist. Her lover was staring her way, seated next to Lorien. The back of his head was to us, his hair was considered the most fashionable style for boys since June last year. Long at the top and shaved at the sides with patterns that were layered.

Belladonna smiles when she snaps her eyes over to him before skipping over, leaving the book behind and running to the love of her life. He pulls her onto his lap, nuzzling her before they kiss and the guys all smile to each other, the one thing the cherish is the ability to bond, to have a life outside of training and their own dragons.

Charlotte drops down in front of me, "That dog is such a freaking jerk." She spits.

I flip the page over, the book I was reading was merely about romance and action, "We should paint his dog red, a human childhood dog named Clifford was described in a human book I found in the library, that it was an old age cartoon dog children loved. I'm certain it would raise laughter in the right direction." I suggest.

She blinks at me, "This is what you do in your free time on the weekends?"

I look up, "What? It's interesting."

"Oh great, Belladonna's waving us over. Hurry, grab the book, I might be able to make this stupid dog jealous." She tells me, I grab my book and Belladonna's. The table she was at appeared to openly accept her and Char, but the one who never accepted me, was Lorien. He narrowed his eyes with a taut, strict crunch of muscle in his jaw when I sat down on the other end of the table. As far away from him as I could. It was difficult when he lowered his drink.

"Char, Belladonna, why don't you both join us this evening for the fire festival?" His deep voice echoes. Charlotte glances at him with furrowed eyebrows. Belladonna sits up in her man's lap, Owen Blade strokes her back, warm and meaningful. I sat directly across from Emmett Cardan, his violet eyes boredom moved from me to the food on their table.

"What about Valencia?" Charlotte immediately asks.

"She's not invited. She's eighteen and unmarked, she's an outcast." Emmett mutters, stuffing his face with freshly baked potato. I look away from the table.