Once Upon a Dragon Wish

Chapter Two

BLAKE

I stood against the wall arm's crossed while my father was on the phone.

A few months ago, father went on a trip. It was right after Samual took away the knowledge that he was that pathetic waste of an excuse and parts of the old Robert just magically appeared the next day.

The trip was unexpected and none of us really knew where he went. And when he came back, I had to pack my bags and we both left like thieves in the night.

I couldn't even tell Sam that I wasn't going to fight in a while. It put me on edge too, as we had a binding contract. Not that I really care about what would happen to me, as that was the only person he could hurt. My sister and mother were safe through the spell.

I was kept in the dark until we flew through the barriers of Paegeia.

I was only one time past the wall. It was a long time ago and hadn't received my human form yet. We went to China. 

China still knew about our existence. They were still aware that we live behind a magical wall inside what humans call the Bermuda Triangle. We were evident in their culture, in their art, and it was an honor to be introduced to them as the alpha of the dragons.

My father promised me to go back one day, but China wasn't our destination this time.

We flew for hours and finally landed late in the morning hours inside a clouded forest and morphed back into our human forms.

I was dead tired and we both just crashed for the night inside the forest in sleeping bags.

The next morning I discovered that we were in America.

What we were doing here? I had no idea why my father needed me with him.

The nearby town was beautiful. Not Paegeia's type of beauty but another type of beauty. It was so primitive. There was hardly any technology that we have behind the wall and he got us phones.

It wasn't anything like our Cammy's. You couldn't see any appearance of another when you call someone, it was just hearing voices.

It was a strange place, but we were clever, smart creatures and figured out things like f*******: and i********:. How to find others that didn't want to be found.

Why my dad felt that he needed to find someone on this side of the wall was beyond me. And then last night he told me everything.

I was bowled over. 

I was the alpha of the dragons. The only kind of its breed. I was known as the Rubicon. All ten breeds in one and my abilities were still waking up.

I had a few already that was like my allies, but they didn't belong to me. They belonged to my rider that was prophesied through our Viden. A seer, that could see a little of the royals, the true royals, that died fourteen years, almost fifteen years ago. We called her prophesies, foretellings.

She foretold that my rider was going to be the offspring of the true royals. That we were destined for one another but then they died before the queen could sire any offspring. Goran, their best friend and one of the best Dragonians, betrayed them. The creepers consumed Etan and our capital was lost to us. Creepers that no one could get through as they have these mouth-like shapes at the end of their bodies, that contained a poison that would kill you in seconds. There was no cure and Goran was stuck behind them with the rest of our capital.

It was said throughout the years that I would free Etan when the time comes, with my rider, but my rider didn't exist, or not the true kind. It was why Lucian, the Prince of Tith, and my used-to-be, best friend, made it his mission to claim me.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Blake, it was where I came when I left. There is a Moon-bolt that not only saw her in visions but met her a long time ago."

"Her?"

"I know it's a lot to take in. But you have a rider. Why Albert never told me that Katie was with child, I would never know?"

"Dad, how did they get her passed the wall?"

"I don't know. I got a feeling they gave her the coward's potion."

"They needed my blood for that potion."

"I know." He gave me a skeptical look.

"Well, I don't remember my blood being given, or drawn. Do you. Was I asleep?"

"I don't remember that either, Blake." My father spoke.

"Then how did they get her past the wall, who told you this?"

"The Moon-Bolt. She saw her. She is with Jako Lemuir."

"King Louie's dragon?"

My father nodded.

"How did you even know about her?"

"I was tipped off, a letter. I didn't know who wrote it, but the letter said that my answers were on the other side of the wall. Your answer was on the other side of the wall."

"What?"

"I know. It was by luck too that I found this letter. If I didn't entered that hostel, Blake. I would've never found the letter."

"What hostel?"

"It didn't matter now. It's done and we found your rider." He smiled.

I didn't like the fact that he was still spending time at a hostel. What was he doing there. Was it before the time that Sam took away his memories, replaced it with new ones, or after.

How did he remember the letter if it was before?

Silence lingered. I always thought that the wall had something to do with human heartbeats as ours was hardly detected. Mine could only be picked up through an EKG. But if it was the Coward's potion, than why couldn't I remember given my blood freely?

"Have you seen her?"

"No, but I know her name is Elena Watkins. I was told that when the queen died, Tanya went back to Paegeia, abandoned her, and Jako, took care of her. He goes by a different name, Herbert."

"And they are here?"

"That is what she saw?"

"How old is this Moon-bolt?"

"Older than Irene. Probably twice her age."

"And she lives here, among humans?" It was a hard pill to swallow.

My father had tears in his eyes. "You should've seen how they reacted when they saw me. They bowed down like I was the king."

"You were his dragon, they see you as royalty. How old is Elena?"

"Fifteen, it's not the reason why I felt the need to come here. The Moon-Bolt told me that there are dragons on this side, probably doing Goran's bidding that want her dead, Blake. Jako is on the move, never stay longer than three months. We need to find them before the colony finds them."

I nodded. I had a rider. It wasn't male, it was female and it scared the living crap out of me as I knew what it meant.

A part of me didn't want this, but I needed it not to lose myself over to the dark side. All the Rubicons before me went dark, and this girl was my only salvation to stay good.

"You think I would know if I see her?"

"A dragon always knows," my father said. "We can't stay long here. If she is here, Blake, we will get a more permanent resident, and then you need to gain her trust." He was referring to the crappy room we stayed in.

"That is your plan? Dad, I know nothing about this side." I wiped my hands hard on my jeans.

"You will be fine."

"Why can't you just get hold of Jako, speak to him?"

"You don't know Jako the way I do. I can only imagine what he had been through the past fifteen years. He could disappear like that," he snapped his fingers. "We need to do this one extremely carefully. Dragons can smell other dragons and we are going to need your rider's help in order to get close to Jako so that I could speak to him. I don't even think he knows who betrayed the royals, Blake. I still might be high on his list and he will think that I'm there to hurt her. We need to show him I'm here to protect her too, that you are here to bring her home, Blake. Paegeia is her home."

Silence lingered for a  few seconds as I processed what my father was saying. He had been trapped on this side, so what my father said had truth in it. He was the main suspect for a while. He was a Night-Villain and a lot of the people of Paegeia didn't see Night-Villains as honourable, even if he was the king's dragon.

"You think she knows?"

"She had to. I doubt Jako would keep her in the dark about the existence of dragons," my father said.

I nodded.

It was still a hard pill to swallow that I had a rider as I laid in bed that night.

The room of this place was small and dad mentioned they call it a motel or something. We each had a bed. There was a bathroom attached to the room, with a T.V. against the wall.

I couldn't believe that I had to win over her trust. It was going to be hard knowing who she was. Knowing what she was to me and my confidence was the key. But I was terrified that it would wane when I saw her. 

She was the key to my survival, and I couldn't f**k it up.

ELENA

Falmouth High was just like any of the other hundred schools that I attended. It took the students in my class for about four days to get used to me. Their curiosity soon died out when they discovered that I wasn't a threat to the cheerleader squad or held any of the boys' attention. And I didn't act weird for them to start bullying me.

I answered questions when the girls asked them and stayed clear of any unwanted attention. I didn't go out of my way to find a click.

What was the use? Making new friends that I would never see again was a waste of my time and theirs. Participating in any of the clubs would just leave this place so much harder. And signing up for any of the sports, well, to be honest, I had no idea if I was good at any of them.

So I kept to myself and did what I love. Draw or read.

Art was one of my main subjects. I draw on a daily basis and loved it as much as I loved music. I was good at art.

Mother had to be the artistic type as Dad didn't own a creative bone in his body. But he did support my hobby.

I always had a sheet of paper, some drawing pencils, and chalk, some paint. Not that we took it with us when we leave. He always bought new ones. The fact that there was no time for my art to be packed when that time came almost made me give it up, but it was the one thing that was constant in my life. That was a part of me and decided to give up on it, would be like giving up on that part of me. So I got over the fact that the art I had created in the past, would be like the friends I left behind whenever we left.

My art teachers were extremely in awe of my techniques. It didn't matter what tools I used to create my pieces, it would become a masterpiece. Mrs. Finn was no different than all the other art teachers I had.

She wanted to pull some strings and she was surprised that my face didn't lit up when she mentioned elite art institutions that would love to have me.

It was a dream that would never become a reality. I had to make peace with that too.

During recess, I would sit by myself. It took about a week and a half for every person in this school to discover I wasn't that interesting to get to know. It was because of the walls I put up. Not just for me, but for them too.

I usually read while eating. And today was no different.

"Mind if I sit?" A boy's voice asked and I looked up.

I froze. It was the new guy that enrolled yesterday. The reason why I froze was that every single girl in this school spoke about him. He was popular material. One glance would make someone like me see that a mile away. He was smooth in his actions, and from the table that laughed yesterday, he sat at, funny too. But it wasn't the reason why the girls spoke about him. He was out of this world gorgeous. He was built to last, tall too, with this peacock blue eyes that could look straight into your soul. In contrast with his raven hair, I would say he was from a completely different planet.

His lips tugged slightly in the corners of his mouth as he still waited for my answer, with a tray in his hand.

"You do speak, right?" His one eyebrow raised softly and I shook my head to get released from his spell.

"Sorry, yes, I speak. Why?"

He frowned and looked unsure about my question. "Why what?"

"Why do you want to sit here?"

He pulled out the chair, extremely confident, and put his tray on the table. "I need a break."

I couldn't help but snort.

"You are the only one that I haven't met yet. Name is Blake, Blake Leaf."

"Leaf as in trees."

"Just spelled differently." He took a bite of his burger.

He seriously had the ability to raise a heartbeat. Mine was fluttering like crazy.

"You are?" He asked.

"Elena Watkins," I spoke softly.

"Nice meeting you, Elena." He simply said.

I had no idea what was wrong with me. It was as if my mind didn't function properly with this guy sitting so close. My heart was, I could feel it. So was my body as it reacted in hot flushes. But my mind. All the manners my father taught me, was completely gone.

My palms started to sweat like crazy as I looked back down at the book I read.

"So, what are you reading?"

Oh crap. He would think I was one of those. I lifted up my book slowly and showed him the cover of Wuthering Heights. A hopeless and tragic story, just the way Shakespeare knew how to write.

His eyebrow arch slightly, making him look even more delicious. Stop it, Elena.

What was wrong with me? He's just a guy, like any other guy, okay that wasn't entirely the truth, he was hotness on legs, abs, and ass, no doubt, but still a guy.

I broke eye contact and read my book again.

"You like tragic stories?" He asked.

Suprised washed over me that he knew what Withering Heights was about and I looked at him again.

"You read?" I asked with a faint smile on my face, half-eaten apple still in my hand.

"Occasionally, but if you tell anyone, I'll have to kill you."

I chuckled. "My lips are sealed."

Besides who was I going to tell. My father? He would have a hernia with this one.

We carried on in silence, or the few minutes of silence we got. A few girls plopped their trays down on the table too, without even asking, and took their seats. Not long after, a few guys on the football team did the same. They wore the famous jackets like all the other schools' football teams wore.

It got way too crowded for me and I picked up my portfolio tote that carried my newest project that wasn't done, my book, and got up

I didn't even tell Blake goodbye.

"Nice meeting you, Elena," he said, interrupting one of the girls that asked him a question.

I stopped and just smiled at him awkwardly as I walked on further.

Shit, if these girls were going to see me as a threat now, Falmouth High was going to become my new nightmare for the next two and a half months, and all thanks to Mr. Sexy-from-another-planet.