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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Rvan looked shyly at Skylar, “She attacked me with gas before I could even realize it. It wouldn’t have mattered if I was the way I was then or the way I am now,” Rvan replied quietly, yet he took another, smaller, spoonful.

“Okay, I’ll admit tear gas is hard to avoid, but you are still going to need your strength to avoid hunting hounds and fighter jets.” she countered.

Rvan took another spoonful for Skylar’s sake. It felt weird… hadn’t she loved Jay? Rvan shuddered at the memories brought about by Jay’s name and pushed those deep into the back of his mind. He took another spoonful, then thought of a question he should’ve asked a while ago, “Did you have a good time at the ball?”

Skylar looked at Rvan though the corners of her eyes. She had never gotten around to asking Rvan if he had really caused the chaos at the Masked Dance. She wondered if Rvan had meaning to ask her his question about the dance for some time now too.

Skylar sighed before speaking. “It was okay. I went their with my boyfriend, Jay. I’m not sure if you ever met him. It was the first time I had decided to go with someone else instead my ice team. I guess I assumed the Masked Dance would have been special with Jay, but he spent most of the time introducing me to members of the Council. And in that aspect, it was kind of a let down.”

It was also the night Skylar realized she didn’t care for Jay, but she didn’t feel like sharing that tidbit just yet.

“I’ve met Jay, we were… well acquainted. I’m sorry you had a mediocre time,” Rvan replied, locking away the feelings the dance brought him. It didn’t matter how he felt in the end.

“Rvan…” she paused to look at him. “Did you attack the Council that night?”

(She should ask how Rvan and Jay are ‘well acquainted’)

The question caught him off guard. That felt so long ago. He pondered over it before taking another bite of cereal then responding, “Of course. I was…” Betrayed. Hurt. Angry. Jealous. There were so many words Rvan could have said, but he trailed off instead.

(How should Skylar pose that question though when she is on a role with this one)
“I’m not mad about it, “ She continued, hoping Rvan wouldn’t shut down. “The Council got what they deserved…but Jay was hurt that night and I just want to know what really happened.”

(Here’s her opportunity)
(*Dodges question *) “Jay and I got acquainted,” Rvan murmured, as if in a trance. Then his face broke and he looked at the floor, stricken with quiet, internal pain.

“How did you and Jay get acquainted?” She asked, softly.

“In bad ways,” Rvan whispered almost silently, his fearful stare focused on the ground as he remembered his dreams, “He was training… with my help,” Rvan’s voice broke on the word ‘help’.

Skylar’s eyes widened. “Training for what?” She asked, with growing concern.

Rvan seemed to pale even more, to a greyish color, “Jay wanted to know about the weak parts of m-my d-dragon form,” Rvan started with a light shaking, “He did a lot of tests with- on me. He made s-sure to find every parts that m-made m-me hurt. So he knew for when he became a Dragon Catcher,” By the time Rvan was done talking, he was shaking rapidly.

“Oh Rvan.” Skylar gasped and pulled the former shadow draman into a tight embrace. she wasn’t sure if Rvan wanted to be touched (especially by a ice draman with a naturally cold body temperature), but she couldn’t stand to see him shake violently. “Why didn’t you tell me Jay had done those horrible things to you?”

Rvan was surprised at the warmth she gave him. It wasn’t a physical warmth, but something on the inside. His shaking stilled and he didn’t want it to end for some reason. Rvan quietly murmured, “You love him,”

“Rvan, I never loved that a**hole. Jay never loved me, he just loved to have a girlfriend he could touch whenever and wherever he wanted. And I just wanted somebody who knew what it’s like to be in a cage, but Jay never bothered to understand that.”

There was a burning, pulsing rage that settled inside Skylar when she thought about how Jay had hurt Rvan. Her Rvan, the dragon inside of her bellowed, hers to protect.
(Rvan might feel Skylar get noticeably warmer here, but it’s a pleasant heat (not the heat that would make him burn and sweat.))

Rvan felt instant heat radiate off of Skylar. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, absorbing the heat happily. She shielded him from the horrors of his own mind. Rvan wanted time to just stop, just for a few more heartbeats. So he could stay in her arms. “You’re warm,” Rvan murmured into her shoulder and he suddenly forgot how cold it could be.

”Warm? Rvan, I’m never warm.” She said as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Rvan was cold, but he gave off a soothing coolness.
(Rvan should say: you are to me.)

Rvan murmured quietly against her shoulder, “You are to me,”

“Aww! You two are sOoOoOo cute!” Ebony remarked from the doorway happily.

Skylar quickly jerked away from her embrace with Rvan to see Ebony. “How long have you been there,” she asked, eyes wide.

Rvan was still looking at Skylar as her heat faded. She was beautiful. Then he wanted to slap himself. She didn’t want him. Rvan had to keep telling himself that.

“Oh, not to long, I just came to see if you two were ready to leave yet,” Ebony glanced at them slyly, “But I can get them to wait a bit longer if you want to snuggle more.”

“No, that’s not necessary.” Skylar said through clenched teeth as she got up from her seat. She was utterly embarrassed.

Rvan got up too. He followed Skylar and Ebony out to where they waited with supplies for when they got to the border. They all went out to above ground, then changed into their dragon forms. Rvan was helped onto Gregory once again, this time his ankle was tried to a rope connected to Gregory. They took off, the air blowing into Rvan’s face. He couldn’t get rid of the sickening feeling his dream had brought him last night.

“We are mile from the border!” Draco shouted to the protégés.

Rvan picked up the aura first. It didn’t surprise him no one else could feel it. Rvan had grown up with it. It felt like a buzz, foreign to his touch. He leaned forward on Gregory’s scales. He faintly heard one of the others shouting a cautionary statement, but he could barely listen. No, he was hearing through someone else’s ears.

“They’re coming. Don’t worry, Father. I have to admit, your jets were good temporary attacks, but this is my realm now. There’s not a chance they won’t fall into my- our hands,” A masculine, disgusting voice sneered. It was a familiar voice. It made Rvan shudder.
“I’m sorry I thought otherwise, son. I have faith in you.” Another deep masculine voice replied, then Rvan was pulled out of it when he heard a shout on his side.

“Rvan! Stop, your going to fall!” Skylar shouted in a panic, slightly below Gregory. Rvan hadn’t realized he stood up entirely. Panic laced every part of his body as he replayed the words he heard from someone else in his head. He looked to see Draco flying above him.
“They’re waiting for us, it’s a-“ Trap, Rvan desperation’s wanted to say. But he was cut off by the boom of flapping wings. There, in the distance, was a shadow draman waiting with dozens of aircraft. Waiting for them.

Ebony shrieked from her own son’s back. “What is that?!” She shouted.

Draco’s eyes widened. It was a shadow draman.

“Get ready to attack from bellow, my earth children!” Ramell shouted.

Draco shook his head. He needed to focus for the sake of his children.
“Hold your fire, until I say the word!” Draco roared.