Mages And Dragons

I Am...

As if woken up from a dream. No, dream couldn't even describe what I just have been put through. Dream didn't touch the slightest surface of what fear and torture that consumed me. More like, as if I'd woken up from a traumatic, insane nightmare, my violently fluttered open to the familiar scene of the black as black could be room, with the little light-bulb dangling from a thick thread. My breathing was quick, but I managed to swallow any air I could possibly get. I'm pretty sure I was sweating buckets off my face alone, but I really didn't care. I was terrified beyond belief. Enough that I'd kill someone to get me away from this consuming fear.

"Kyra! Kyra, are you alright?!" Someone infront of me frantically bombarded me with questions.

Kyra are you alright?! I heard echo in my head again and again. Kyra. Kyra. Alright? Are you alright? Kyra! The words flew, swam, ran, whatever means of motion there could be all through my head. The throbbing pain came as quickly as it went, making my head number by the moment, slowly losing sanity again.

Kyra.

Kyra.

Are you okay?

Don't listen.

Concentrate.

Focus.

Kyra!

Shut the hell up! I screamed loud enough that the voices indeed shut their mouths and even gave me an almost ear bleed from my strict command. I felt my eyes burn from the intense anger and insane I felt inside and, as if my eyes could actually spit fire, a flame englufed the person next to me. I didn't want anyone around me. I didn't want anyone making go to that place again. Once so peaceful, with it's nice colorful trees and calm suroundings, now will give me nightmares when I try to forget it. What the fuck attacked me? Why the hell did I glow like I was the fucking sun? Why the hell was I chased down? Why the hell do I have to be consumed in fear just to open up my fucking mind? The fire caused the room to alight for just a few moments, and the person infront of me to be swallowed in small flames. The victim frantically tried to pat down the flames, and while doing so, I took them by the collar, and had a few heated questions on my mind before I delivered their ending fate.

"What the fuck did you do to me?!" I asked the terrified victim, eyes still blaring heat hotter than any star there could be in this universe.

"Kyra. Calm dow-"

"Don't you even think about telling me to calm down!" My words spit out of my mouth until they came plasma matter, burning the victims face, breathing fire like a dragon would. I don't want to be here. Fear eats me alive like vultures to raw meat. "Who the fuck are you anyway? Where's Mr. Mcmain?!" I yell, about to force another breath of fire in a few moments if the victim didn't answer. Let's see how they like being forced to speak under the influence of fear.

"I am Mr. Mcmain." The victim coughed, motioning to put me down. Even if he was burning and engulfed in flames, he seemed unharmed, like he was used to raging students setting him on fire. I let him go and he dusted off the flames as if it were just dirt on his jacket. He explained my confused expression by showing me the "Flamability Proof" labelon the tail of the jacket. Guilt flushed my face as he straightened up the dark room.

"It's not the first time a student of mine has tried to set me on fire." Mr. Mcmain laughed it off, easing the flush of red in my face just a little, "Well, before I get into long detail, I have to tell you this first: you are most certainly nothinglike these other students, and I do not mean because you don't have a full hold of your powers yet. Rather, your powers are more phenomenal than anything I have ever seen in a student."

Because he sensed that the long explanation would need me to be seated, he moved a chair closer to me so I could sit as he sat right after me on cue.

"Like I said, your mind is absolutely nothing that I've experienced before." Mr. Mcmain started, "What exactly did you see when you slipped out of consciousness?"

"Out of consciousness?! I was knocked out and freaks of nature chase me and nearly cut me in half?! What kind of insanity do you put your students through?!" I instantly blew up on him, as if my mind-torture was for his enjoyment.

"Kyra, calm dow-"

"Get me out of this fucking place! Get me ou-" Before I could finish screaming at Mr. Mcmain, pains from left and right shot all across my head, getting the exact feeling when I had to focus without the excrutiating pains all over my mind numbed everything in my body.

Your mind's open now, so I can control your anger more easily. Mr. Mcmain's voice echoed in my head, Now please, calm down and let me explain.

A few heavy breaths in and out, and I stayed in my seat calmly and quietly like an obedient dog waiting for a command.

"What you saw wasn't of my creation. Believe me, I wouldn't ressurect such ugly beasts to go out and attack students for their own education. It's too risky and I could get in serious trouble. Like I was saying, you aren't like most. You may not know it now, but you were born with extraordinary powers. So extraordinary, that mine exceed it greatly. You could probably move all of Semora with just your bare hands if you focused enough. You could make fires hotter than the sun. See where I'm going with this? You have exceptional power inside you. That's why you didn't bleed to death from that beast.

"It's only one in a billionth or trillionth that we find someone like you. Your power is harnessed in a small piece inside you, believe it or not. Of course, with the right incision, cut, etcetera, one can take this power and take it as their own. That's why I suggest you hide this from your classmates and teachers. It'd be the best choice." After his explanation, I needed at least a few long moments to take in what had been explained. I have, in short, godly powers? If I learned how, I can do virtually anything. I could be at the top of the food chain. No one could touch me. I guess I understood why I had to keep it a secret, but there was a good chance it'd slip out. Things like this tend to happen. But it's not like anyone can learn how to cut me open for this "power", right? I highly doubt there'd be a class for that, since I'm one in a trillionth or whatever.

"On the contrary," Mr. Mcmain replied to my self-conversation, "There is someone who knows exactly how to cut you open."

His words seemed to get more surreptitious after every word. I grabbed the bottom of the chair, ready to bolt, in case this conversation took a terrible turn.

"Who would that be?" I was almost afraid to ask, because I already knew the answer, by the way he glared with daggers, and a sneaky, creepy grin crawled on his face.

"You're correct on attempting to run." Was all he said before I sprinted blindly for the door. Hastily and frantically, I searched for the knob, and when managing to find it, tried to turn it vigorously. After many frantic tries, it would not budge.