I’m tortured, or what they call tested, by being made to withstand seven deadly bolts of lightning for three days straight and have to show my prowess by leading our army to fight whichever enemy has been stupid enough to test my people’s mettle.
Of course my greatest show of leadership and the thing that cannot be contested is my dragon form, which will only show itself if I’m at my fullest capacity, and which is all they’re really interested in at the end of the day.
“Well, I’m here because everyone else seems to be afraid to tell you what’s going on. The fact that you haven’t even heard a whisper about it tells me that there might be some truth to the rumors, that’s why everyone is keeping things so hush-hush and going to such lengths to shield from you.”
“I don’t see why that should be. It’s not like I don’t know that I’ll have to go back some day.”
“There’s more, there’s the chance that since you haven’t found a mate as yet the council might be forced to choose one for you…”
“The fuck they will. You go back and tell those meddling old bastards to keep their noses out of my shit. Our people have always found their mates the traditional way, and I’m no different.”
“Yes, but as the future emperor, you should’ve already been married with an heir long before this. It’s what our people need to make them feel more at ease, you know that.”
“Go home Dimi; your wife and child needs you. I’ll be there sometime this week to meet my niece or nephew.” So that’s why she was here. It still didn’t feel right; it’s not like her to pitter- patter around something like this. No, there’s definitely something else on the horizon.
“Fine! I guess I’ll see you when you get there brother.” We clapped each other’s shoulders and he left, leaving me with a head full of burning questions and a room full of thousands years old men acting like gossiping old women.
Natalia
“The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow…” I rolled my eyes at my sister and looked at the red dot on the calendar that hung on the wall.
Our family pet, a Spix macaw named Patrick slept with his head tucked beneath one of his wings, or he was pretending to. He’s been known to eavesdrop on conversations only to repeat them at some later inopportune time.
I guess her little ditty is a way of reminding me that the big change is about to come. It’s the same month after month and have been going on for so long now that I’ve grown used to it.
Well long is relative, this new phenomena has only started happening in the last year or so. When held up against hundreds of years of my existence, it was a little less than a drop in a bucket.
I pretended great interest in the book I was reading for the upcoming test and gave her no leeway to pester me, but the constant stares from across the breakfast table was too much to ignore. I dropped the book in my lap and glared at the three of them, my sisters in everything but blood.
“Okay what is it this time? Do you need me to beat up on someone or get you out of some scheme the three of you cooked up while I wasn’t looking?” I waited, hoping that this time it was nothing too serious.
The last time I got suspended for a week, and had half the female student body out for my blood. Apparently I’d kicked some ass and flirted my way through half the male students and maybe a couple of the male staff as well.
Something I’m still having a hard time believing, but from the looks I’ve been getting this past month I’m starting to think might be true. Though I don’t really remember much of it. I never do.
You see; I’m a strange mix of nymph and fairy, with two very distinct and vastly different personalities. The fairy in me is very reserved and ladylike, never speaks above a whisper and always dresses appropriately.
But every month like clockwork according to my menstrual cycle, I go through this drastic change that turns me into the complete opposite of myself. And for five or six days every month I become this other being that I can’t seem to control no matter how I try.
She’s bold, brash and well…apparently very seductive. Not to mention it’s the only time I use the fighting skills I’d learned over the centuries. Something my fairy self does not condone.
But, my sisters, to hear them tell it, prefers that side of me. They think she’s fun and outgoing, a nice change from the norm. And knowing what they’re like, especially the songbird, I find that a bit troubling.