Rising of Ashes: a Dragon Story

Bite me

"This blood's pumpin' crazy

(Oh, my, oh, my God)

'Cause I know you'll save me"

Y/n exhaled softly, the memory of her last performance still echoing pleasantly in her mind. Several weeks had passed since then, but the reverberations of that experience continued to leave a positive mark on her. She made her way through the bustling school hallways, a stack of books in her hands, her focus unwaveringly dedicated to completing her schoolwork. Though a concert loomed on the horizon, she had resolved to keep it a secret, a choice her understanding and supportive circle of friends respected. There was no need to reveal every detail of her life to them.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Hey," came a greeting from Elijah, who was perched on one of the blue couches amidst his friends. His sweet cologne wafted towards her, and his eyes rested on her figure. Y/n, clad in a pristine white jacket adorned with glistening crystals, a snug-fitting shirt, and white pants that accentuated her form, knew she had captured the attention of her male peers. She chose to remain unruffled by their gaze. "Hello," she replied with a soft murmur, a nod accompanying her response. Swiftly, she made her way into the classroom where she noticed a new teacher. The unfamiliar accent made her wrinkle her nose, but she settled into her seat next to her classmate, Suniva.

"Now that everyone is present," the teacher began. Y/n leaned in, her attention fully engaged, straining to decipher the intricate accent. Her tail twitched intermittently, occasionally brushing against the legs of either Elijah or Manuel. She couldn't help but hear their small gasps, sounds that eluded the ears of their fellow classmates. A smirk played upon her lips, as she realized the tables had turned, and she could now have her fun with the boys, rather than the other way around.

Amid the lesson, Y/n found her ears constantly twitching, a phenomenon not lost on Suniva. Her friend leaned in and whispered, "Are you alright? Your ears are twitching." Y/n smiled and replied, "I'm fine. I'm just trying to catch every sound I can, including those boys behind us who clearly aren't used to seeing me like this." Suniva responded with a smirk and playfully nudged Y/n's shoulder, dubbing her as wicked, before returning her focus to their work.

The final bell signaled the end of class, and Y/n let out a heavy sigh as her wings settled comfortably around her in the P.E. class. Nerves tingled within her, the impending concert casting a shadow over her thoughts, despite her earlier performance. It was a novel experience to perform in front of an audience, a talent she had only recently discovered – the ability to flawlessly mimic and harmonize with other voices.

Y/n had chosen to keep this newfound talent a closely guarded secret from her parents, savoring its privacy. She sat beside Samiro in silence, her mind lost in contemplation about the upcoming concert. All she hoped for was a successful performance, a chance to share her gift with the world, and for the echoes of her melody to resonate in the hearts of those who listened.

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"Alright, are you prepared?" Sia, Y/n's devoted manager, inquired with a hint of excitement. Y/n nodded, her fingers gently smoothing her outfit to ensure her magnificent wings were showcased to their full glory. Just weeks ago, the makeup team had adorned her with intricate swirls of purple and diamond patterns, a breathtaking complement to her ethereal appearance. Though her wings occasionally itched, the sensation was oddly comforting, a reminder of her unique identity.

"Excellent. Here are the earpieces for you; they'll enable you to hear the original music and sing along," Sia explained, handing Y/n a delicate blue earpiece. Y/n winced slightly as the cold metal touched her ear canals, but the discomfort quickly subsided. She strode towards the stage with unwavering confidence, her journey from backstage where her makeup and wardrobe had been perfected.

In the midst of the bustling backstage atmosphere, Y/n sensed the presence of numerous individuals, their calming scents a reassuring balm to her frayed nerves. It was as if they recognized her susceptibility to stress and offered silent support. Amidst the hubbub, a timid figure emerged – a young girl with downcast eyes, exuding an aura of trepidation. Y/n, ever attuned to the emotions of others, tilted her head and gently cupped the girl's head with her talons, guiding it upwards. "You need not shy away, my dear," she spoke with warmth in her eyes.

The girl emitted a soft, startled sound but didn't pull away. "What's your name?" Y/n asked kindly.

"It's Isabel," the girl stammered, nervously fidgeting with her glasses.

"Isabel, that's a lovely name. There's no need to fear me. While I may appear as a dragon, within beats the heart of a human," Y/n reassured her, her words like a comforting embrace. With that, she was summoned behind the curtains to transform into her new attire, every step marked by a graceful, otherworldly elegance.

Finally, the moment arrived. As the music began to play, Y/n emerged from behind the curtains. Her classmates were seated in blackened chairs that mirrored the profound depths of the night, their eyes widening in astonishment. It was evident that this performance was an ode to Y/n and her friends, a testament to the extraordinary connection they shared.

(play music now) - Author.

She danced with an uninhibited grace, allowing her heart's melody to flow through every fluid movement. Yet, above all, she unfurled her voice like a delicate bloom, letting its notes cascade and resonate through the room, each one a symphony of emotion. It was a sensation so profoundly delightful, it felt as though her very soul had taken flight amidst the rhythm.

But alas, as swiftly as a meteor's dash across the night sky, the performance drew to a close. She gazed at her audience, her fellow classmates, with a smile that concealed the profound beauty of her artistry. It was in that moment that her perceptive eyes caught a subtle change in the boys' countenances. The faint blushes upon their cheeks spoke of something more, as if a shadow of embarrassment had swept over them. With the curiosity of a mystic, she tilted her head, her raven tresses cascading gracefully, before addressing the crowd through the shimmering microphone.

"Okay, thank you all for gracing us with your presence. It has been a truly enchanting experience, sharing this musical journey with you tonight. I hope our paths may cross again in the future," she whispered into the microphone's embrace. A gracious bow marked the end of her performance, and she slipped away, leaving the room behind, her heart racing, senses heightened.

She found herself breathing deeply as the lingering scents of arousal enveloped her senses, a testament to the unexpected emotions that had stirred in the audience. Her heart still trembled, and she couldn't discern who among the crowd had been touched by her artistry and who had been drawn into the tide of desire.

"Are you okay?" Sia, her loyal manager, inquired with genuine concern. She offered a cool, refreshing water bottle, which Y/n accepted with a nod. She drank deeply, moisture soothing parched lips, and when the last drop had been consumed, she wiped her lips and allowed her wings to unfurl while her tail gracefully grazed the floor.

"I never imagined it would be this exhilarating," she confessed, her voice quivering in the wake of the intense experience.

Sia chuckled softly, understanding the euphoria of one who had found her purpose. She placed a reassuring hand on Y/n's shoulder, careful not to touch her too intimately, as the young dragoness was still radiant with perspiration. "When you do what you love, fun is a natural consequence," she shared before beckoning Y/n to follow.

"You've earned the rest of the day off. I spoke to your homeroom teacher, and he granted you the time to recuperate. Go home now and replenish your energy for the week ahead."

Y/n hummed with gratitude, fortunate to have such a competent manager as Sia and a kind-hearted teacher like Stone. Yet, the lingering embers of arousal from her classmates haunted her thoughts, a tangle of emotions she couldn't readily unravel. Her mother noticed the turmoil, inquiring about her well-being, but Y/n found herself unwilling to divulge the complexity of her feelings.

"Go to bed, my darling," her mother said, her voice a soothing lullaby. "You've had a long and intense day."

Y/n nodded, undressing from her concert attire and slipping into her nightgown. She settled under the comforting embrace of her sheets, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. As she rested her head on the pillow, she found immediate solace, drifting into slumber like a dreamer carried away on the wings of a nocturnal reverie.