A/N THANK YOU FOR READING THIS BOOK! I'm suprised at how long this book is! I hope you enjoy the next parts! Anyway, on with the saga! P.s It's wrapping up quickly.... 😈
LIBBYS' POV..., 2 days later
I'm sooo confused! Who is this dragon king? Why did he remind me of Apollo? Why do they both have to be hot? Or compassionate for that matter! GRRRRRr!
I attacked he sparring dumby like a lunatic.
My teacher pulls me from class, concerned.
He asks, "Is something wrong?"
I didn't expect him to understand, but I give it a shot.
I spill my guts.
My teacher begins to chuckle, and walks away.
JERK!
I go back to maulling the lifeless dumby,
I imagine my troubles being caused by it, and turn it to ribbons of wood and plastic.
I throw knives at the targets, getting bulleyes everytime. Ever since I made it home, thanks to Mr. Dragon King, I've been stressing over my situation.
My fight skills have improved dramatically, becuase of my new found anger management tool.
I slice up a few more things, and head out.
The teacher said if I do a certain amount of each exercise I can leave, so I do.
I wear black tights, a black ish blue shirt, and a black helmet.
I mount Starlight, and ask him, "Why are boys so wierd?"
He shrugs.
I get him to fly to the eventing course.
I remember Apollo in a rush, and break down inside.
I fly Starlight through it, and we land.
Starlight disappears, into a tattoo.
QUE WHITE HORSE BY TAYLOR SWIFT!
A degectted letterboy shoves a letter in my face.
I read it, expecting a note from Apollo.
It isn't a note from him.
I see the professional and proccessed stamp of the war office.
I open the white letter slowly, but then close it.
I walk back to my room like a sleepwalker.
Promotion maybe?
I keep my hopes and emotions at bay.
Sharon is playing her guitar on her bed as I enter.
I sit lightly on my bed, fear clutching my heart.
I open the letter, and it turns out to be a small scroll.
I open it, and begin to cry.
I drench the bed, and Sharon takes it from me.
She hugs me, calming me slowly.
No! They couldn't have! Noooo!
I run out of the room.
Tears fall into my hands as I run.
I find my tree, and leap up the brances like a cat.
Like a ferocious tiger.
I reach to top, sadness enulfing me.
I feel longing and sadness, anger and dispair, a lost soul with no purpose.
I let the tears flow, concidering nobody else but Apollo can reach to top.
He'll never make it up here again.,.
Tear break anew.
I hear murmers about Sirens below me, and realize they think I'm a Siren from the sea shore.
I stop crying, and decide to be strong for Apollo.
He'll make it. He's a stubborn son of a dragon.
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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...
