APOLLO'S POV.
What is this place?
Pandora trots beside me.
A man walks up to me, and asks, "Are you Apollo Farthing?"
I nod, and Pandora reaches her head over my shoulder.
The man looks at Pandora, and I nod.
He asks, "What's its' name?"
I glare, and snarl, "Her name is Pandora."
He glares, scribbles onto a paper, and lets me enter the school.
I'm met by a woman who's in a crisp black tunic.
She snaps, "Who are you? What dragon is that! What's its' name? Hey! Are you tongue tied, punk?"
I freeze, keeping my powers locked away.
I reply, not at all flat and calm, "I'm Apollo Farthing. Pandora is a Winter, Hyper, and hereditary Fire hybrid."
She growls, "Inheritance from who? Whose rider?"
I look down and snarl, "Kip Lockswell and his dragon."
She seems phased, and growls, "Who killed them?"
I growl, shuffling my feet, "Vigilantes. There were hundreds, but he fought till his last breath."
The woman snorts, "Get outta my sight."
I walk off, and notice a foursome of fangs in my mouth instead of front teeth.
Great. They'll think I'm a were-wolf!
I keep my eyes on Pandora, who seems on edge in the locker cramed halls.
Riders with various tattoos stalk the halls.
I look at the paper with my locker number, and a guy sneers, "Look, Apollo Farthing! I see you bonded with an albino fire! Ha!"
I feel a strange emotion in my head.
Then I realize it isn't a human emotion. It's Dragonic Rage. Insult."
I look up at the one who said it, and ask, "Do we know you, speaker of what he knowth not?"
The guy has red hair, and a fire dragon tattoo.
He smirks, "Don't remember me?"
I shake my head, and my scar glistens through.
The guy sneers, "Carilos aren't welcomed here, in my stomping ground."
Then, they're gone.
I pat Pandora, comforting her.
Then, we put all our stuff in our locker. We keep walking, scanning for potential dangers.
A swinging door catches us unawares, and I ram my face into it.
Pandora laughs, and a girl whirls around from the otherside of the door.
I growl, "Ow. Very funny, Pandora."
Pandora roars with laughter, and I shove her lightly.
The girl gasps, "Did I hit you? Oh I'm soo sorry! Oh gosh it's bleeding! I'm so sorry!"
I grumble, still looking down, "It's fine."
A teacher rushes over, and looks at me cautiously.
She asks, "Apollo Farthing? Are you really Apollo? I heard something about a bloody nose?"
I nod.
The teacher gives me a few tissues and directs me to the washrooms to clean my face up.
Pandora disappears into a tattoo as I enter the washrooms.
I stop the bleeding, and wash my face off.
Pandora whispers, "That girl seemed genuinely sorry."
I nod.
As I walk out, I hear a bell ring.
I let Pandora out, and we rush to our first class ever. Flight.
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Unexpected Heroes
Fantasy"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?" Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon. Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
