The draman eyes widened and took a step back. “My secretary tried to warn me you were different, but I thought I had seen everything during my five years as a fire mentor.” He, then, coked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “And you are probably the first who hasn’t instantly recognized me too. Very fascinating.”
“But regardless, my name is Draco Legocio and I am the mentor of the fire children.” He place a hand on his chest and made a small bow. “Charmed.”
Rvan felt the heat rush up to his face and he was sure he was bright red. He was glad for his shadows, "I was homeschooled…" Rvan mumbled his excuse and apology as he tried to take an unnoticeable step backwards. Fire children? Where the heck was he?
(I’m bored, so I’m writing)
Rvan slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, let the shadows dissipate into a light, black fog. He stared up at the hulking mass of the draman who seemed to exert a powerful aura.
Draco’s face softened a little bit. He remembered the first time he hand been thrown into the arena all to well. “Well, I suppose you have a lot of questions then.” Draco gestured for Rvan to walk beside him.
Rvan was frankly way too nervous to walk beside the man, but he forced himself to. He clenched his hand to keep it from shaking, “What are you going to do with me?” Rvan asked shakily, expecting the worse (like slavery or something).
Draco sighed and said, “For the time being, you are going to in an apartment with my fire protégés. I wish I could say you have a week at least to recooperate and figure out want you are capable of with that shadow magic, but the council said I have to begin your training to tomorrow. They are going to vote on which elemental team you will be placed in next week. I can’t guarantee what will happen after that yet.”
“What’s an elemental team? Who’s the council?” Rvan asked, (assuming elemental team meant people you work with in the mines as slaves or something) then shyed away from the fact that his powers were out in the open.
Draco eyed Rvan. He wondered where exactly this child had come from. “The Council is a group of idiots who basically control the lives of all of the dramans within in Luxia (that’s the name of the country they live in). The elemental teams are the teams of dramans that are forced to compete each year. As the name implies the dramans in each team control the same element with their magic.”
“Why?” Rvan questioned. What was the point of all that? Why did dramans just accept the rules of humans? His late parents had taught him that the dramans were a powerful race. Were they wrong?
“There was a time when humans and dramans were treated equally, but a few Dramans have abused that privilege and tried to enslave the human race. These radical dramans-despite all of their power were vastly outnumbered by the humans and there wer many dramans that opposed the enslavement of human which led to the fall of each of those radical dramans. Nowadays, the humans still hold a lot of mistrust for the dramans and have a whole arsenal of weapons to make our kind never steps out of line again.”
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Draco stopped by a door and held it open for Rvan. “Now here is where the training grounds were built for the fire elemental team.” Draco explained.
(The interior looks like the place we where spending the night at in camp Faholo, but a little more futuristic of course and much more fireproof)
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Rvan slid inside and looked around. It was a humongous space, slightly smaller than his parent’s home. “Um, so this is- AH!” A rage fireball nearly hit Rvan and he jerked his head around to look at the attacker. Two dramans, in dragon form, were dueling each other in the center of the space. Rvan’s saw three more draman standing on the side lines shouting out tips.
(So pour out some liquor! Make it an old fashioned! Remember your youth)
(Hey look ma, I made it! I made it!)
(This is my roaring, my roaring 20s! Row me like a boat ‘cause I wanna go home.)
Cut me a silk tied turnicate)
“Gregory! How many times have I told to cease fire when this door opens! You almost burned our guest’s head off!” Draco shouted across the room. The puggy dragon (looks a lot like a snapper dragon, but with a little molten lava) who was previously dueling with the other draman in dragon form, turned his attention to Draco and said, “But Draco you can’t expect me to just let Thalia win.” Draco countered with, “In order to control mass amounts of power, one must first master the restraint to avoid using that power when unnecessary and besides Thalia was already in the process of creaming you.” Both of the dramans transformed back to dragon form. “Aw I’m glad you thought so Draco!” The draman who was presumably Thalia said with a smile. Meanwhile, Gregory (a full figured boy with
Curly brown hair) muttered something about favoritism with arms crossed over his chest. “Wait a minute? Did you say you brought a guest, Draco?” The skinny draman the sidelines with pail freckled skin and curly bright orange hair asked. “Oh my Deviros!” Thalia exclaimed “That’s the shadow draman!”
Gregory, Thalia, the orange haired draman and the six-year-old draman on the sidelines swarmed around Rvan.
“Are you gonna join our team?” The orange haired one asked.
“Can you melt into shadows?” Thalia asked
“Dude, how did your shadows just make Skylar’s ice disappear?” Gregory asked.
“How many seconds does it take you to crush a human skull?” The six year old girl draman asked.
Rvan jumped back against the wall, and, to his own self-disappointment, turned into a shadow in the corner of the room. He’d never been in a room with so many people next to him, “P-Please stop.”
“You heard the boy! Give him some space.” Draco scolded, “Goodness, I thought you four would be the first know how terrible your first arena day can be. And where are your manners?”
All of the fire protégés took a a step back and expessed varying looks of shame. “Sorry,” they mumbled together.
“I’m Thalia.” Thalia offered, with small wave at Rvan.
“Name’s Gregory.” The pleasantly plumb kid said.
“My name is Kyle.” The firey hair boy greeted.
“I’m Nula, but we probably already met in one your nightmares.” The six year old said and gave a cheery smile.