Hey everyone. I am here with my first real part of the story 'Dragons Academy'. This is my second story, and I hope you enjoy it. Ps: the picture up top of Willow, but Willow is skinnier and has more muscle. Please tell me if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes.
I don't own the pictures, I only own the story and characters.
"Hey look, it's the freak" call somebody from the crowd. I instantly knew that common insult was being thrown my way. Everybody in this little town of Fawan knew about me, or my past more like. I am Willow Truelove. Both of my parents have died, and everyone in the miserable little town just thinks my stepmother is someone who hired me to work for her. It's also hard to hide from these insults, for I stand out in the city. Everyone has dark brown, or black hair, and blue eyes, its a culture. But I on the other hand and long purple hair that reaches the back on my knees, and purple eyes to match. To say the least, it wasn't hard to spot me. I was a very curious child, and my father's last words before he died were, 'your eyes shine like all the stars dance behind them, never forget that'. My mother died giving birth to me, so 1 year later my dad remarried to the evil witch of a stepmother, Bianca. He knew he was sick, and didn't want me to be alive me when he died. 3 years later, my dad died. Now at 16 years old, I have been living with Bianca and my step siblings Lily and Sam for 12 years. Everyone thinks I am cursed since the death of both my parents, or even a witch myself. I Willow Truelove, stand out in the crowd. I am also short, coming in a whopping 5'2, I have to look up to talk to most people my age. So yeah, there are a fair amount of things to make fun of me for, and everyone in Fawan takes every opportunity to do so.
I turn towards the voice, only to see Sam and his two goons, both of who have shaved their heads for some reason. They have crooked yellowish teeth that look at tho thay haven't had a proper brushing in years. Sam had dark brown hair, and of course the town signature blue eyes, just like his goons.
"Did you hear my freak, you don't belong here" he calls again. I slowly nod my head.
"She must be mute, that good. Shut her up and she can't put any curses on us" says one of his goons
"Yeah, yeah" says the other. I slowly start walking back towards are house, my basket full of supplies for our shop. We, well Bianca supervises me and talked to some of the male customers, owned and ran a bakery. It was famous, and Bianca said that Lily made all the treats, while it truth, it was me. I walk through the busy town streets back to our little 3 story cottage.
The first floor of our house was the bakery, that's where I had to spend most of my time from the other chores I had. In the back there was a staircase that lead to the second floor. That is were our kitchen, bathroom, and Lily, Sam and Bianca were. Now if you walk all the way down the hallway, you come across a small wooden staircase leading up to the third floor, my bedroom and the washroom. It sounded great, practically having an entire floor to yourself. Well you are sorely mistaken. See the floor was the attic, so there wasn't much space. I didn't even have a proper bed, and a mattress with some corn thrown into it. I did have a hairbrush, toothbrush, and all my clothes, I even had a small bathroom which consisted of a toilet, sink and bath.
I walk inside the bakery, and quickly put everything away. I then run upstairs and begin to do everyone laundry from the past two days. I take the washbucket, fill it with water and soap, and begin washing their clothes. Since I keep on top of it, washing clothes doesn't usually take long. I scrub once of Lily's many dresses against the washboard, then go out to the drying line, and let it hang. I repeat this process with say 30 articles of clothing, then dump the dirty water out. I brush my hands on my dress, a light blue short dress that is clearly very old. It isn't the prettiest, but none of my clothes are. Except my favorite green dress, but I hardly ever wear that. I stand up, and proceed to use my stairs from my room to the back to feed our animals, which consist of goats, pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep. I have a very fit body for running all over town and carrying heavy bags of animal food, not to mention countless times up and down stairs. I run back upstairs, fix my appearance, they proceed to go to the bakery where I would get my one meal.Bianca thought I was a little round, so for 12 years I had eaten 1 meal a day, and some days I didn't even eat at all. I picked up the apple, and it was slightly bruised. I ate it quickly, along with the piece of beef jerky Bianca had decided to give me. I drank my glass of water, ran the dishes up to the sink, washed them, then proceeded to work in the bakery for the next couple of hours. I was so thin now, you could almost see my rib cage.
The day passed by as usual, customers came and went, Bianca flirted with Lord Bashmit, the wealthiest man in the city. He always rejected her efforts in the end, and I had to hold in my laugh for her attempt. She was in a tight fit dress, heels, makeup caked all over her face. She sorted reminded me of a clown, only with tons of jewelry and a tight outfit instead of a big red nose. Lord Bashmit has one son, and his name is Henry. Henry comes in at a whopping 6'10. How do I know? It's because he always brags about it. He has broad shoulder, and I may even consider having a crush on him. The only problem is he is a complete and utter dunce. If I had a nickel for every brain cell he had, I would be broke. Bianca leaves, obviously in rage because her amazing attempt to woo him went wrong. I finally let out my laugh. Ah it felt good to laugh like this. I check the clock on the wall, and realize it is closing time. I sigh, and brush my hands on the towel behind the counter. I walk towards the door, and put the closed sign up. I shut off all the lights, take my apron off, and run out the back towards my favorite spot in this entire pathetic town.
I say down of the hill in front of the wheat field. They stretched for miles, and on top laid the sun, setting over the horizon. Beautiful pinks oranges blues and purples decorated the sky. The peace full setting made me so relaxed. I laid on my back, closed my eyes, and allowed my thoughts to wander. I don't know how long I was sitting there, minutes, and hour.I was interrupted by a high pitched annoying voice of only one person, Charlotte.
"Well well well, look at what we have here. The freak is sitting on the hill" says Charlotte. Charlotte was the most popular girl in the entire village. At the age of 17, her dad was one of the wealthiest men here. She had fans who agreed with her every move, Lily included, following behind her at all times. It was like puppies following there new owner. I sigh, sit up and open my eyes. I noticed the sun had almost complete set, meaning it was 6:00.
"Ah, what can I do for you today Charlotte" I say, not bothering to look at her. I pull my legs to my chest, and hugged them. I didn't want my time here to be wasted by Charlotte, and I knew it was almost up. I had to go home and cook dinner for everyone.
"Seems the freak can talk" says a girl behind Charlotte. I believe her name was Veronica, or something along that line.
"I wonder where you got that idea from" I say sarcastically. I stand up, and face the 7 girls standing there.
"How dare you" Veronica retorts. I stifle a laugh at her petty nature, when I feel a puff of air hit the side of my face.
"Huh, what was that" asks Charlotte. With a swift movement, she turns her head to the side, and her mouth falls open. Curious, I turn to see a beautiful read and gold dragon standing in front of us. Charlotte and her friends instantly start screaming their heads off while I just stare.
"Hello" I say
"You are not afraid of me young one" the dragon asks curiously
"Do you have a reason why I should be" I ask while I tilt my head to one side
"No, I do not" the dragon replies
"Then why should I be scared of you" I ask again. When the dragon doesn't reply, I give it a smile.
"I am a Messenger Dragon from the high priest. I have a note for the village chief, but I can not find him. I need someone to take my note to him" says the dragon. Charlotte stops screaming with her friends, and walks up to the dragon.
"I am Charlotte Elizabeth Mcqueriel. The daughter of Charles James (A/N James Charles anyone) Mcqueriel, the richest man in this village, I shall take the letter to the village chief" she says as if she hadn't been screaming like a lunatic only moments before. She tries to reach for the letter that is tied to the dragon's claw, but he moves his claw and Charlotte falls on her face. I hold in my laugh as Charlotte angrily gets up.
"Hey, I said I am going to take the letter" says Charlotte
"But I do not choose you" says the dragon calmly.
"What" Charlotte screeches "But I am Charlotte Eliza-"She is cut off my the dragon begins to speak.
"I choose you" says the dragon. He is point his snout at me.
"Me" I ask shocked as I point to my chest
"Yes you" he says again. I tentatively take a step forward and when the dragon doesn't move, I walk towards it's paw. I gently untie the letter, then walk back up the hill so I am facing the dragon once again.
"Thank you young one" the dragon says. With that, he takes off, and everything returns to normal. Charlotte lunges for the letter, and me still in shock, lets her get her grubby hands on it. She pulls it away from my light graps, and opens it.
"Hey, we need to get that to the village chief" I say
"Aren't you a little curious" she asks. She reads the letter with her friends behind her. 5 minutes pass and I grow impatient.
"Can I at least read it" I ask
"You have 2 minutes" she scowls. I take the letter and start to read the page.
Dear Villager of Fawan,
Tomorrow at exactly noon the choosing ceremony for Dragon Academy will happen. Dragon from the royal guard will come to pick up the 8 new students. 4 girls and 4 boys. All children of ages 16-18 are forced to join. Meet in the town square for the choosing.
Note you will only pick 6 of the children, 3 girls and 3 boys. We will pick the last 2. We will choose who we see fit.
Make sure the children dress their best. All need, such as clothing bathroom stuff, will be taken care of.
-Dragon High Priest
Once my two minutes are up, Charlotte snatches the paper away from me, and proceeds to walk with her fan group through the town to the Village Chief. I sigh and quickly make my way back to the house, knowing since I was 2 minutes late I would get scolded by Bianca. I had to prepare dinner for everyone, then go to bed. I reached the brass doorknob, and the cool metal felt weird on my hand since it had just been surrounded by warm late summer night air. You tentatively open the door, to see Bianca tapping her foot on the wooden floor of the bakery with her arms crossed, waiting for me.
"Where were you" she hisses at me.
"I am sorry Bianca, I had something hold me up" I apologize. After 12 years I learned that it was better not to argue with Bianca, she was a very stubborn women. It could have been a good trait if used properly, like in a debate, but she used it all wrong. Like her never ending procedure win over Lord Bashmit's heart
"I do not want to hear your excuses, you shall be given less food tomorrow, now go, get, make dinner" she shoos me up the steps to the kitchen. After making a dish consisting of pasta vegetable, and a white sauce, I set the table and give everyone a portion. Once I am done with that time consuming task I run upstairs to the comfort of my own room. I change into my night clothes, blow out the oil lamp, and slip under the sheet I was given on my so called mattress, and feel into a deep slumber.
Wow, this is a long first chapter. 2285 words. I really hope you enjoyed this. I will try to update once every 2-3 days. This may have to change as school starts up again, so I am sorry if I am late on any updates. I will let you know when my schedule becomes exact and what will work for me to give you guys actually good quality chapters not just mush put together. Anyway, if you read this, I am proud of you. Goodbye for now.
-The Wizard Cactus