Saving Her Life
1343 Words
HEINA
The crowd clapped and cheered the third year students as their professor — this curly haired woman — had them show how much they've learnt overtime.
It was an enjoyable session for me as well. First day wasn't as bad as I'd thought it'd be. It might have started off as usually expected, but it sure had progressed in an unexpected but positive way.
"This next session is going to be intense." The professor announced.
Her brown eyes lit in a fiery red. I almost jolted out of my seat from fear. Screams filled the bleachers. Looking around, I noticed that they were used to such events and that the screams hadn't been borne from fear but thrill.
"Aslan Finch, reveal your dragon." She instructed, her eyes back to normal.
As soon as he pulled off his shirt, dreamy moans filled the air, girls ogling the hard rock body. I could only blink in awe.
That was the greatest body I'd ever seen. It was the only body, I'd ever seen in fact.
Then he began to growl, smoke puffed through the opening of his lips. His bones could be heard cracking. The sound disturbed my ears. I felt every c***k on his behalf, his body was changing. Morphing. Transmuting. His pants unable to accommodate the strong hind legs ripped to shreds.
For the very first time, I saw someone change in shape and size, I couldn't count my parents' own or the twins' own. I hadn't really watched the process.
For Aslan, I really saw. It was...I didn't know what to describe it as or how it made me feel but I couldn't stop staring, my eyes glued what was happening before me.
The scaly skin. The large, spiny wings. The barbed tail, winter grey at the tip — the color of his eyes. Was this a common feature for every dragon?
A serpentine shaped neck with a long, ferocious face. When the transmutation was complete, my jaw dropped. He looked so huge. Could easily crush a full grown human under those gigantic clawed-legs.
"I'd choose anyone from the crowd you'd carry but your dragon is too proud and picky." The professor sucked in her teeth, looking up at the dragon that was now standing where Aslan had been standing barely minutes ago. "So I'll let your dragon do the choosing."
His growl was deep, it scared me as much as it thrilled me.
"Pick me, Aslan."
"I'm here, Aslan."
Girls waved eagerly, desperate for his attention. Few guys too.
I was too stunned to allow my brain process what was happening. Were these people seriously going to let a dangerous looking dragon lift them onto its back? My eyes scanned the crowd, moving in every direction, taking note of those who wanted to be part of this madness.
"You! The chubby girl in a red dress." Her description of me didn't come out as an insult. More like a factual description.
My heart stopped for a moment. I was putting on a red dress. Slowly, I faced the woman.
"The dragon wants you." She gestured with a nudge of her head, her curls bouncing.
"This fat b***h keeps stealing our spot." One girl hissed from behind.
I threw a quick look over my shoulder to meet her annoyed glare. I averted my gaze, facing my front.
"We don't have all day." The woman professor impatiently stated.
I stepped down from my seat, walking through the somewhat narrow aisle to get into the field. Approaching the field, I looked at the dragon, it...he was also paying attention to me, low growls rumbling.
His eyes weren't winter grey anymore. They were dark amber with slits. I couldn't stop staring, surprisingly no longer afraid. Unconsciously, I reached out a hand, nearing this huge creature. He lowered himself to the ground, and bent his head so I could feel his face.
It was sharp and scaly to the touch. Two small, sharp tipped horns sat in the middle of his head.
"Aslan." I whispered.
Another growl that sounded like a response.
"Wow. This is a first." The woman professor looked surprised.
I frowned. What did she mean?
"Now climb." Her tone sharp with command.
Carefully, I slid onto his strong, scaly back. His wings flapping gently. I gripped tight, fear coming back.
"Kalic. Xylia. Wenzel. Step forward and begin."
The students — two boys and a girl — stepped forward, dressed in a long black tunic with dragon pattern on the front.
"Aslan, is your dragon ready?" She was looking up again.
A nod from the dragon.
"R-ready f-for w-what, Aslan?" I stuttered, confusion mixing with panic.
"Let the Spell and Stunt begin." She announced.
Everywhere had gone silent. The crowd were invested in whatever was about to happen.
Spell and Stunt? What was that?
Alan's dragon took flight with such speed before I could mentally prepare myself, I screamed out my lungs, calling out his name.
The three students began to move their lips, were they chanting incantations? Goodness! As their lips moved, they stretched forth their arms, long fire-whips shot from their fingers into the air, reaching for Aslan and me.
Another piercing scream, but the wind drowned my voice. I didn't understand this practical course or game, and I didn't like it.
Aslan's dragon continued to twist and maneuver the lash of these magic fire-whips.
As the excruciating minutes went by, it only got intense. I began to slowly understand what was happening. Aslan must not allow these fire-whips hit him, it was some kind of game while learning, although I was yet to understand what they were learning.
The crowd cheered for Aslan's dragon as he expertly continued to dodge the fire-whips which only got even more severe.
He moved around so much I thought I'd faint from being lightheaded. I wasn't used to flying on the back of a winged creature.
In trying to stabilize my racing heart, the dragon let out a painful growl. His left hind leg carried marks of whip. It touched him.
More fire-whips came at me, despite his pain, he was quick to span his wings over my frame, receiving the hit.
"Is this supposed to happen?!" I cried over the roaring of my blood.
Swiftly, he dodged more whips. I looked down to see the woman professor yelling at them to stop. Two obeyed but the girl kept going at us.
Our gazes jammed. The taut expression I spotted from this distance scared me. This was intentional.
Aslan's dragon noticed this too because he was suddenly puffing up himself, changing his direction, he flew towards the girl and vomited ferocious fire at her.
The professor transmuted mid-way, her frame growing bigger as Aslan's dragon got closer. I felt anger pulsed through Aslan's dragon.
The professor also spat fire same time Aslan's dragon did.
The girl tired to build a protective shield but it was too late. Shrieks of terror bubbled through the scattering crowd who had also realized this was no longer the game they'd expected...or were enjoying.
The girl fell and decided on a last shot. Fire-whips became white cackling balls, she threw them in quick successions at...me. It was me she was after. But Aslan, also prepared, dodged, using his wings to protect me. He spat another ferocious fire but rather than red, this was blue.
The girl's eyes widened her alarm, she raised her arms in defense but the blue fire... electrified her? She vibrated from the shock until she went limp...
Still not satisfied, Aslan's dragon kept flying towards her.
"No, Aslan. Stop your dragon this instant!" The professor who had reined back her dragon and was now fully human sternly instructed.
But the dragon only moved closer and when I realized what he wanted to do.
I screamed for him to stop but it was too late. All I heard was the splat of blood and the terrible crunch of bones beneath his huge clawed feet.
I lowered my head to the side and puked my guts out.
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