Acceptance

"Aavyr, Stay." Mother called. My hands aggressively pushed the wooden door open, but her will prevented me to take another step. Stupid binding.

Gritting my teeth, I hissed, "Yes mother." I didn't turn to face her and give her the satisfaction of my obedience.

"You knew this was going to happen. I told you, one more slip up and you're gone." Mother's voice was calm, yet commanding.

"I am not going to that ridiculous country! People like us should not mix with people like them! Do you realize that if anyone were to find out, their government would dissect us and tear our molecules apart?" At this point I was yelling. I was furious, outraged! This woman, my mother, was going to be the reason why Dragon's would truly be extinct. Humans were selfish, destructive creatures. I for one would not dare walk in the presence of one. I don't understand why the legislation wanted to pass a law allowing us to breed with one of them, filthy, imperfect creatures.

"Aavyr, we walk among them all the time. Just because you're next in line to take the throne does not make you any better than the humans. I mean you can't even tell the difference. You have black hair, green eyes, tall, and handsome, just like many humans. Don't be so judgmental. Have I taught you nothing?" Yup, those were my mother's words of wisdom.

"Mother, I swear, I won't do it again!" This time I was down on my knees, literally begging for forgiveness, something that never happened. I hated my sister for telling on me.

Mother sighed, "Aavyr, I told you that if you used another life to practice enchantments I would send you to a human occupied area. I talked with your father and we've made up our minds."

I tried to get off my knees, but as soon as i started raising myself up, I was thrown to the ground by Mother's enchantment.

"Is it amusing, Aavyr? Do you like being manipulated by me? It hurts doesn't it?" Mother's voice was cold and ruthless now. I could tell I finally pushed her too far.

"Stop!" I gasped. The struggle was both mental and physical. She was so much stronger than me and no matter how much I focused; I couldn't get out of her binding. Just wiggling my fingers now seemed practically impossible. I focused my air stream, trying to reduce my heart rate to store energy for one last tug away from her hex. Finally, I mustered up all the strength and power I had and mentally tried breaking the connection. I failed wretchedly and dropped to the floor, completely shattered and exhausted.

At last she let up on her enchantment, letting me gradually harvest myself up off the floor. I looked up at her, hoping she felt the hatred that burned in me. I used my hands to dust the dirt off my charcoal robe.

"You're a -" I started.

"Shut up. I've had enough. I've tried to be polite. You went too far this time. You're going to go to America. There is a small town there where I've enrolled you in high school, and you'll be staying with some old friends of mine. Yes, they're humans, and they know about our kind." Mother never looked so solemn. Her sinister eyes seemed almost black. Today she had her blond hair pulled back in a firm bun, and she was dressed in one of her finer glittery robes. Even though she was about seventy, she looked like she had hardly aged past her early twenties. It was another gift our kind had.

"Why do they know?" I shouted furiously. The rule was that no human was to know. Everyone, even I knew that.

"They swore on a blood oath. There are a very small amount of humans who do, in fact, know of us. These two people that you are going to stay with are very kind, so be civil. They own a large meadow surrounded by woods, so you have some hunting area. However, Margaret is a lovely cook, and I think you'd favor that instead of hunting." Mother seemed almost happy remembering her friends. I couldn't remember a time in my life when I seen her truly happy. Perhaps she was just glad I was leaving.

"Who is Margaret?" I sighed, realizing this was really going to happen,

Mother smiled. "Her and her husband is dear friends of our kind. Margaret is a retired teacher, and her Husband, George, is a retired surgeon. They are lovely people. They have rearranged the guest bedroom to be more suitable for a teenage boy like you. They have bought school supplies and everything so you better be on your best behavior for them. If I hear one complaint, I'll make sure your sister takes the throne." Mother narrowed her eyes viciously, making sure I understood her completely. I feebly nodded, terrified to lose my spot as the next King.

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Sorry for a short chapter. This is the beginning of my new story. Feedback is much appreciated, and suggestions are amazing (: