Hidden Flame

Chapter 1

Kaida's POV

       I pulled the tight, black, mid waist boat neck sweater over my head, adjusting it so it sat right above my belly button, covered by the gold camisole I wore underneath. I pulled my black leggings on and adjusted the gold chain on my neck. I did up the laces on my gold knee high, high heeled boots, and checked my reflection in the mirror. My pale skin contrasted with my long blackish purplish curls and black and purple eye makeup. I ran my fingers through my soft hair, letting it spill through my fingers, holding it up to let the early sunlight bounce off the end. Pulling my hair out of my face, I put in brown contacts to hide my gold, cat eye pupils. Try to appear normal, and maybe the others will think you're normal.
         I stepped outside of my home, standing on the stone outcropping that overlooked the sheer face of the mountain, letting the cool air blow on my face. Today I was starting Fae's Academy, a school for human mages, faeries, elves, and all other creatures to learn and control magical abilities, as well as basic academic skills. Unfortunately, I was to be the only dragon around. 20 centuries ago, two hundred years before I was born, some dragons had gone mad and massacred half of the faerie population, giving us quite a bad name. So I try to pass as a human Mage with pyrokenisis, the ability to summon and control fire. I focused on two small ridges down my back, letting dark purple bag wings spring forth, stretching the membranes between the fingers. Closing my eyes, I jumped. My wings caught the air and I soared outwards, away from the mountainside. I glided on the wind, looking for the school. Finding it, I landed a good hundred meters away, and let my wings fold behind my back. No point hiding them, they, by themselves, don't appear dragonesque.

Arriving at the path that led to the front stairs of the academy, I heard the first bell ring. Shit. I was going to be late on the first day. I hurried down the path, disregarding everyone around me, until my wings basically ran over a girl with curly black hair cut in a bob. I stopped, turning to help her up. I wasn't a complete ass. As I reached for her books, her eyes locked with mine. They were a startling pale silvery blue, framed by long, dark eyelashes and glasses. Her pale face was made even paler by her black hoodie, covered by a white jacket. She seemed quite flustered, repeatedly thanking me and glancing around. Poor thing was shy. I ran inside after her, quickly scanning the halls. See, we don't do "schedules" here, we kinda wander into classes to learn our specific skills, and as long as the professors get your name, you're good. It's awesome.
       Pyrokenisis, also known as controlling and summoning a truck ton of fire, was a common dragon skill, and the class was pretty empty, so I stepped inside, writing my name on a piece of paper on the desk. It was a big ass room made of mostly granite with two big bonfires going on either end. Some of the beginners, such as myself, couldn't actually summon fire, so they had to bend what was already there. I sighed in relief as I sat on a cushion off to on side, further away from the fire going, just as the prof walked in. I wasn't technically late.
  "Alrighty then." Our teacher was a fire faerie, with bright orange hair that stuck up at strange angles. "Let's get warmed up, shall we?" He chuckled as the class groaned in unison at his god awful pun. "Go! No burning each other." He waved his hands, and the room was filled with dancing balls of heat and chanting. See, sometimes mages with power over fire need to use spells to get the fire to do their bidding. Me, I just needed to have some fire. I stood, stepping close enough to the bonfire to beckon a strand of orange glow closer. It formed a ball and hovered in my hand, licking up the air. Swirling it with one hand, I let more fire spill from my fingers, making the ball even bigger. I shot the blast into the air, giving me a longer piece to work with. Although, now that I think about it, fire isn't really a piece, is it? Oh well. Coaxing it gently, I twirled the fire around me, like one of those rhythmic gymnasts with the ribbons. The heat tickled my body as I spun it around my legs, then brought it back to a ball in front of my face. I risked a glance at the others. Some were juggling balls of flame, others changing their colours. Amateurs. I lay my ball in a circle around me, drawing up the flames to my chest. Whereas others tired from controlling fire for too long, I gained strength. The more I worked with it, the easier it got. I intensified my desire until the fire burned purple, letting the tongues of flames dance in the air before smashing the column around me down, so I was now surrounded by purple fire in the shape of a sun. Summoning more in my hand, I twirled it above my head before whipping it out to snatch a ball of flame from one of the jugglers. He scowled, then grinned when I sculpted it into a rose, it's vines wrapping up my arm. I pulled all the fire around me upwards, until I held a bouquet of red fire roses, and I tossed one to the juggler. He laughed as he stopped it in midair, before exploding it into a firework of sparks.
    The bell rang as I placed my bouquet into the fire pit, keeping just one rose. It was beautiful. My finest work yet. I knew just who to give it to, if I could find a way to, um, make it less burn-y. The prof grinned knowingly at my request, but snapped his fingers so I was holding a purple and orange flecked rose, with a black stem. I left the room, my face flushed. Why did I need to do this? Just to say sorry, I reminded myself, spinning the bloom between my forefinger and thumb. I didn't even ask her name, and I need to say sorry for knocking her over. That's all.

So I did a thing. This is a ridiculously fluffy story that we came up with through a role play. Hopefully you guys enjoy!
- Tia (Kaida)