[COMPLETE] [[**Sequel, The Hybrid Harold, is up!**]]
The first generation past the war has settled and the result is something no one from the past would recognize. In the United Human Alliance, the human run country that takes up much of the land m...
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When I found myself back in Lore later in the afternoon, returning the few books they'd had on dragons that I'd borrowed, I wasn't in any better of a mood. Time seemed to only allow my frustration and anger to mature. Men! Between Wes and Michael, I had more than enough trouble.
"Ah, the human arrives," The Lore hall was not empty when a blonde woman, sitting at the bar casually, called me out. I narrowed my eyes at her, human? Why was human bad, and where did she get off calling me human? I almost wished I hadn't donned a hoodie to hide my wings, almost.
Had I been mature or wise, had I possessed any shred of logic or self-preservation, I would have ignored her, but instead, I glared. "And who are you? The bitch of the day?" I noticed Michael out of the corner of my eye and in my annoyed mood couldn't fight the desire to insult him. It had only been a few hours since he'd told me I wasn't allowed to fight the war we had to win. "Because that guy won it already."
Her eyebrows went up slightly, her face unimpressed and not worried in the slightest. "Watch out, human, I'd hate for you to burn off that hoodie of yours- decide to cover your shame?"
Despite the reminder that my hoodie would burn away my anger spiked. I hadn't been showing off my wings, and until today, I hadn't even known to cover them. "What's your problem?"
"Some human just joined Lore, you can imagine my shock- why Victor let you in I will never understand." She slipped off the counter and walked towards us, and curiosity about who she was coursed through me. She walked with confidence and somehow had the attention of everyone in Lore. Nothing got the attention of everyone. And yet, she did.
I crossed my arms, knowing I couldn't ignore her and unload the books in my backpack. God if she knew what books I read I would melt of embarrassment. "What do you want?" I glared, "I have more important things to do than watch you stroke your own ego."
"Don't-" Michael had come up, apparently knowing who she was, and without finishing his sentence I knew he was going to tell me to not agitate her.
"Oh this is cute, do you have a boyfriend?" She almost giggled.
"No," I snapped, my hands beginning to singe my hoodie. "Who are you anyway?"
"That's Gael," Michael said, watching her warily. "She's the dragon that leads the North American Lore guild."
Dragon? Well, her shoulders were covered so it was possible. I ignored Michael though, accepting his information without acknowledging that he was there. "Gael then, why're you calling me human? If I were, I wouldn't be here."
"You're as human as your mother," She replied with candor.
"Is that a problem?" I asked, a challenge in my voice.
"I'm not answering stupid questions," Gael replied.
"What are you doing then?" I snapped, patience running thin.
