Rise of the Dragon Princess

CHAPTER 6

~WREN~

Brooke scoffs, her smile turning upwards but mockery is written all over her face. I can tell she isn't used to anyone using that tone on her. I however don't back down. She sits up slowly and the smile disappears. She stands up and stops in front of me.

"What hole did you crawl out from, human?" she asks with a mock-filled voice.

Her gaze on my body is demeaning and I bet she is comparing it to her svelte figure with perfect cups and full cleavage. Should I say out loud that I think she looks like a w***e? No, there's no need to antagonize her. I should also try to keep my head down and fit in. That won't happen if I keep picking up fights with every person who confronts me. I already broke Sage's arm. I can't do her any more damage than I have already. Do I even have the power or was it just a fluke?

"It was nice to meet you, Brooke," I manage to say but my voice betrays me. That's not sincere but I don't really care. "I need to rest so, please leave my room. I had a tough day."

"Poor, fragile human," she mocks. "Should you be in this school, to begin with?" she asks squinting her eyes.

This arrogant girl is really getting on my nerves. Maybe Sage should have warned me about her like she did Roman. Maybe even more. Her tongue is poison and I wish to break her bones one by one. Something tells me that her screaming can be music to my ears. I close my eyes and exhale slowly trying to find my patience.

"Alright, that's enough, Brooke. Leave her alone," Sage steps in. Brooke doesn't heed the request. "Now or I will take this sling off and throw you out myself. You know how that always ends," she warned.

"Yes, only if you are fast enough to catch me!" she scoffs and rolls her eyes. Sage curls her fingers with anger written on her face. A ball of shimmering light bounces on her fingers suddenly even without trying. Brooke looks at it and then steps back. "Right. It's too good a day to ruin while I should be somewhere celebrating with my boyfriend."

Her words tear right through me. I feel a hard ball of hatred mixed with another feeling get stuck in my throat. Is that jealousy? I shouldn't be jealous. Sure I kissed Roman but I don't know him that deep to feel that way about him. And then it hits me. I kissed him. I moved first. My heart jumps. He didn't kiss me until I did. Is Brooke the reason he hadn't acted first?

My mind is running wild with all sorts of thoughts. What does it all mean? If Roman has a girlfriend, then what business do I have entertaining the possibility of being with him? I'm in too far in my head. I need to get myself as far away from the mix as I can. I don't realize Brooke has left until Sage touches my shoulder. I jump and gasp.

"Are you okay?" she asks. Sage has cared for me from the moment I came here. I don't know why but at least she seems genuine. I have never had a close friend or even any friend at all. She hasn't given me any reason to doubt her but I can't tell her how I feel. Not yet.

"Yeah, I think so," I nod and rub the back of my neck soothingly. "I just need some sleep."

"Sure, go ahead. I'm right down the hall if you need me." She turns to leave. At the door, she stops and smiles. "Just knock first next time before coming in. For your own safety, both physically and mentally."

I chuckle knowing what she means. I'm not that fragile. I might not know anything to do with aggressive s*x or s*x at all but it doesn't break me. I however nod.

"Got it."

The moment I'm left alone, I sigh heavily and drop on my bed face first. For seventeen years, I have had no drama following me. Two days in my new life and I have broken bones, caused damage to property from some suppressed power I have. And now in a love triangle? Sort of. What would one even call this?

I blink slowly willing sleep to take over. I'm hungry but I can't bring myself to walk out of the room and be around other students. Not after what I did. Sleep however eludes me. After an hour of trying, I give up and grab my art book. It's almost full of drawings I can't explain. I'm not sure where my inspiration comes from but I don't remember a time it was hard for me.

I turn the pages from the first drawings. My attention is caught on the first one. Aren't those the creatures that just attacked the academy in hoards? I trail my fingers along the book. On the sidelines, there are other drawings. It is a group of people. Suddenly the image from the attack in the field takes over my mind. The drawing is the exact layout. I look up quickly in shock. Did I somehow know that would happen?

I turn the page to the next drawing. This one is unclear. I draw my eyes closer. There are faded drawings of a man and woman. Ghosts. A little girl stands a short distance away looking right at the ghosts. Beside her is another person, a faceless woman kneeling next to her. I know it's a woman because of her feminine figure. My fingers trail absently on the drawing. There's something familiar about it. I feel it in my head but my attempts to reach it fail.

I'm not aware of how hard I'm trying until I sigh exasperatedly. I'm exhausted. There's a block in my mind that I can't push through. At that moment, I remember Alistair calling me Maia. It is a puzzle I can't solve. Maybe she has all the answers I seek. Perhaps she can help clear that up. I make up my mind to look for her first thing in the morning.

With that in mind, I drift off to sleep.