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.Each dragon was blasting its breath weapon into the heavens.The Blue’s ice, Red’s fire, and Black’s lightning were easily recognizable.The Green dragon’s wind and the Orange dragon’s sonic waves were more abstract.The artist had probably done the best he could.In the far back corner, she set her things on the table and began to work.Ten minutes later, the chair across from her was pulled out.Now what? Without looking up from her history text, she asked, “Friend or foe?”Chapter Four“Associate,” a male voice replied.“That’s an interesting category.” She gripped her pencil and raised her head.Onyx, the leader of the Revisionists, sat across from her dressed impeccably, as usual.The silver tie he wore with his black suit matched the silver at the temples of his hair.And it made him look like he was trying way too hard.Even though Onyx had given her a key pendant with a protection charm, she didn’t trust him.He was too slick.“What’s up?”“Zavien informed me you’ve used up the protection charm.” He chuckled.“Those normally last ten years.You’re a lot of trouble.”“It’s not like I ask people to try to kill me.”His smile widened until she could count his molars.“Too true.If you’ll return the key to me, I’ll have the charm replaced.”Her fingertips touched the dragon locket Zavien had given her as a birthday gift, where she kept the key.“Do you think I still need it? My grandfather did recognize me.”“That was an unusual turn of events.I fear there may still be those who wish you harm.”Alec’s wild eyes flashed in her mind.Maybe Onyx could answer a few questions.“How well did you know Alec?”“He was a brilliant but misguided young man.” Onyx’s face clouded over.Nice vague answer.“I’d appreciate if you didn’t put the anxiety spell on it this time.” Bryn popped the locket open and retrieved the small golden key with the red and blue stones.“Since I know what it is I won’t take it off.”“Of course.”He reached to take it, but Bryn pulled her hand back.“Where did the key come from?”“It’s something I had lying around.” Onyx’s fake smile came on full beam.“Given the color of the stones, I thought it suitable.Why do you ask?”Did he really expect her to believe that? “Someone told me a legend about keys like this.” She opened her hand and let the stones sparkle in the light.“They claimed the key would unlock treasure chests containing secrets the Directorate wanted to hide.”“An amusing fairy tale, and that’s all it is, I assure you.Jewelers made these keys to promote that sort of story.They considered it an act of rebellion because they knew such stories would annoy the Directorate.”That made sense, sort of.“So there are other keys out there with different-colored stones?” She sighed.“No magical treasure chest waiting in my future?”“Sorry to disappoint you.” He snatched the key from her palm and slid it in his jacket pocket.“I’ll be in touch, once the protection charm on the key is restored.”Onyx stood and headed for the stairs.Black material billowed out behind him.Holy crap, was he wearing a cape? She stifled a laugh.Who wore a cape rather than a coat? It was absurd, and it reminded her of Nola and all her flowing dresses.He and Nola would make a fabulous fake couple.And that would solve one of her problems.Bryn gathered her things and set out for Basic Movement.It was the dragon equivalent of gym class, but far cooler.Next to Elemental Science, it was her favorite class.“What do you want to do today?” Clint asked as he climbed onto a treadmill.“I want to joust.” Ivy punched the buttons for a fast warm-up walk.Bryn warmed up on her own treadmill while she checked out the raised platforms where students did battle with what appeared to be giant cotton swabs.At the moment, a blond and a dark-haired boy faced off.When the dark-haired guy knocked his opponent off the platform, she gave a silent cheer.Sometimes, the whole color-coding system made it easy to know who to root for.Not that she hated Blues, but Reds, Greens, Blacks, and Oranges had been far nicer to her during her time on campus.She couldn’t help but think that Blues were behind the carrot cake poisoning, and she’d bet money it was Jaxon’s father who’d arranged it.Not that she had any proof.At the far end of the room, Octavius and his mate, Vivian, the only two Orange dragons on campus, attacked and parried with wooden swords.It looked like fun.“I want to learn how to use a sword.”Clint chuckled.“No one fights with swords anymore.”Bryn pointed across the gym.“The Orange dragons know how to use them.”“Ask Octavius to teach you,” Ivy said.“I might.”When she reached the ring, Octavius and Vivian had ditched the swords and moved on to the hollow stick drums unique to their Clan.As thick as Bryn’s forearm, the drums were two feet long and decorated with black swirling lines.The Orange dragons performed a choreographed dance, slamming the wooden instruments together in a manner that made it look like they were still fighting with swords [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Each dragon was blasting its breath weapon into the heavens.The Blue’s ice, Red’s fire, and Black’s lightning were easily recognizable.The Green dragon’s wind and the Orange dragon’s sonic waves were more abstract.The artist had probably done the best he could.In the far back corner, she set her things on the table and began to work.Ten minutes later, the chair across from her was pulled out.Now what? Without looking up from her history text, she asked, “Friend or foe?”Chapter Four“Associate,” a male voice replied.“That’s an interesting category.” She gripped her pencil and raised her head.Onyx, the leader of the Revisionists, sat across from her dressed impeccably, as usual.The silver tie he wore with his black suit matched the silver at the temples of his hair.And it made him look like he was trying way too hard.Even though Onyx had given her a key pendant with a protection charm, she didn’t trust him.He was too slick.“What’s up?”“Zavien informed me you’ve used up the protection charm.” He chuckled.“Those normally last ten years.You’re a lot of trouble.”“It’s not like I ask people to try to kill me.”His smile widened until she could count his molars.“Too true.If you’ll return the key to me, I’ll have the charm replaced.”Her fingertips touched the dragon locket Zavien had given her as a birthday gift, where she kept the key.“Do you think I still need it? My grandfather did recognize me.”“That was an unusual turn of events.I fear there may still be those who wish you harm.”Alec’s wild eyes flashed in her mind.Maybe Onyx could answer a few questions.“How well did you know Alec?”“He was a brilliant but misguided young man.” Onyx’s face clouded over.Nice vague answer.“I’d appreciate if you didn’t put the anxiety spell on it this time.” Bryn popped the locket open and retrieved the small golden key with the red and blue stones.“Since I know what it is I won’t take it off.”“Of course.”He reached to take it, but Bryn pulled her hand back.“Where did the key come from?”“It’s something I had lying around.” Onyx’s fake smile came on full beam.“Given the color of the stones, I thought it suitable.Why do you ask?”Did he really expect her to believe that? “Someone told me a legend about keys like this.” She opened her hand and let the stones sparkle in the light.“They claimed the key would unlock treasure chests containing secrets the Directorate wanted to hide.”“An amusing fairy tale, and that’s all it is, I assure you.Jewelers made these keys to promote that sort of story.They considered it an act of rebellion because they knew such stories would annoy the Directorate.”That made sense, sort of.“So there are other keys out there with different-colored stones?” She sighed.“No magical treasure chest waiting in my future?”“Sorry to disappoint you.” He snatched the key from her palm and slid it in his jacket pocket.“I’ll be in touch, once the protection charm on the key is restored.”Onyx stood and headed for the stairs.Black material billowed out behind him.Holy crap, was he wearing a cape? She stifled a laugh.Who wore a cape rather than a coat? It was absurd, and it reminded her of Nola and all her flowing dresses.He and Nola would make a fabulous fake couple.And that would solve one of her problems.Bryn gathered her things and set out for Basic Movement.It was the dragon equivalent of gym class, but far cooler.Next to Elemental Science, it was her favorite class.“What do you want to do today?” Clint asked as he climbed onto a treadmill.“I want to joust.” Ivy punched the buttons for a fast warm-up walk.Bryn warmed up on her own treadmill while she checked out the raised platforms where students did battle with what appeared to be giant cotton swabs.At the moment, a blond and a dark-haired boy faced off.When the dark-haired guy knocked his opponent off the platform, she gave a silent cheer.Sometimes, the whole color-coding system made it easy to know who to root for.Not that she hated Blues, but Reds, Greens, Blacks, and Oranges had been far nicer to her during her time on campus.She couldn’t help but think that Blues were behind the carrot cake poisoning, and she’d bet money it was Jaxon’s father who’d arranged it.Not that she had any proof.At the far end of the room, Octavius and his mate, Vivian, the only two Orange dragons on campus, attacked and parried with wooden swords.It looked like fun.“I want to learn how to use a sword.”Clint chuckled.“No one fights with swords anymore.”Bryn pointed across the gym.“The Orange dragons know how to use them.”“Ask Octavius to teach you,” Ivy said.“I might.”When she reached the ring, Octavius and Vivian had ditched the swords and moved on to the hollow stick drums unique to their Clan.As thick as Bryn’s forearm, the drums were two feet long and decorated with black swirling lines.The Orange dragons performed a choreographed dance, slamming the wooden instruments together in a manner that made it look like they were still fighting with swords [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]