Unexpected Heroes

Chapter 25- Flight Class

APOLLO POV.
I enter the arena, Pandora hidding in her tattoo.
Three boys stand in the middle, Light dragons and Fire dragons by thier sides.
A man with an Ice dragon is yelling something at them.
I ask, "Is this where flight class is?"
The man wheels around, and charges at me.
He looks me over.
He asks, "You da rookie?"
I ask, bolder, "You the teacher?"
He gets right in my face, "No!"
I snarl, "Then no."
He screws up his face, growling, "Then why aint I seen yah before?"
I shrug and sneer, "Listen. I'm new, but I am not a rookie flyer."
He snarls, cocky, "Where's your dragon?"
I growl, in dragon, "Ci Pandora. Ci."
Pandora appears beside me, heat and cold radiating off her.
The other three back away, but the other one stays in my face.
I feel the fangs back, and try to push back a stress shift.
A teacher charges in, and she screams, "Robert! What are you doing in my arena? You were banned for a reason! And who is the kid?"
I feel the fangs retract, and sigh in relief.
I explian, "Apollo and Pandora Farthing."
She nods, and excliams, "Your the boy Libby hit with a door!"
I nod, and hear faint laughter.
I let my lip curl ever so slightly as I stare back. The boys stop.

Robert charges off, red faced.

I whisper, "Thanks."
The teacher nods, and commands, "Mount up! Today is strict bare back!"
I tap Pandora on the neck, and she kneels.
I glide up to her neck, and assume my normal position whenever we do bare back. I'm at the middle, away from the normal postion.
The teacher smiles and explains, "We have a new student! Apollo Farthing! I'm Mrs. Pan. Now, we'll be doing a series off manovers to..."
Then she notices Pandora's lack of bridle.
She continues, disturbed, "To see how well you can ride."

She commands, "Tim, you ffffiiirrrssstt."
Pandora growls to me, "Snake shifter."
I laugh, and wait my turn.
Then, she cries, "Apollo, your turn."
I send Pandora a warning that I'm coming in. She nods, and we merge.
I notice a small set of under overs, and smile.
Pandora warbles, and bounces like an excited two year old.
I whisper, laughing, "Calm down! We have to look somewhat sane here!"
She laughs, and we rush through the poles.
We both use our brains to tackle the course.
Then a twisty tunnel is in front of us.
We freeze the air around us, and shoot up the first turn. We pull our wing in, and clear the turn.
I feel a heavy weight on my neck, and transfer back to myself.
I push my weight forward, and rise to a crouch on Pandoras' neck.
I flatten myself down, and we shoot along the tunnel.
I feel a change in flapping, and crawl back to the sitting position. I lean forward, grabing a spine.
We shoot out, and Mrs. Pan smiles.
We land quietly.
Mrs. Pan chirps, "Now we can get to work!"