Sam POV

I sat on the uncomfortable wooden chair outside Brenda's office beside the extremely impatient Naomi.

She was nibbling on her glossy, opaque, sparkly, over done, long pink nails and crossing and uncrossing her legs every five seconds. She was worried.

So was I.

We all knew exactly what was happening, but Ash didn't, and since she was a late shifter, it will be even more painful then what we had been through.

It was obvious from the minute she stepped foot into Calmen castle that she had no idea what was going on.

The spruce wood door opened and a worried-looking Brenda stepped out, followed by Lady Samira, carrying a highly unconscious, but still twitching slightly, broken-boned Ash.

I shot up from my daze as they walked out.

I heard a small whimper from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder, and was surprised to see it wasn't Naomi, but my brother.

"Will?" I asked through our mind-link.

He ignored me, and walked straight to Ash.

He reached out his pale hand and lightly touched her forhead, and her twitching abruptly stopped.

What the flying geese??

Will was stroking her forehead and muttering incoherent words, and I caught a few 'I'm sorrys' and 'It's okays'.

Ok. I'm done.

My brothers gone completely mad. Of course, I already knew he was weird, but he had just met this girl, and he was acting like she was his flipping mate!!

I froze.

Mate, my baby brother.Has a mate.

Oh. My. Doorknob.

Lady Samira looks a teency but uncomfortable with the situation at hand.

"Uh....William?" She inquires.

Will drags his gaze to Samira. And simply states,

"Mate" And turns his gaze back to the unconscious red head.

"Ok." I say, bluntly, "Will, you're coming with me, Lady Samira? Brenda? Can you look after Ash?" I ask while grabbing my twins arm and dragging him away forcefully.

Samira rolls her eyes, "Ok, I'll just dump her down Cicero's throat then, shall I?"

I glare at her as I drag my unwilling brother away from his now whimpering, thrashing, now in agony, mate.

Ash POV

Oh I think, as the pain stops suddenly, and is quickly replaced by a strong tingling feeling.

There is also an incoherent mumbling and I strain to hear what the voice. Voices? Are saying.

One word stands out immediately.

"Mate," I hear a male voice say.

Mate, like the Australian friend mate? Or like... Mate mate?

Nope, that's weird. Definitely the Aussie mate.

I suddenly feel the tingling sensation snap back, though it seems very reluctant indeed.

The pain takes it's chance to overwhelm my body once more and I want to scream, but all that leaves my mouth are soft whimpers.

I want to thrash about, but all my body lets me do is twitch uncontrollably.

I want to die.

I feel my bones breaking and mending themselves together again.

I feel my self being dunked in a bucket of ice water and back into the furnace.

I feel myself being rushed outside and and eventually being set down on a soft surface and I soon realise is sand.

I clench onto the grainy material, hoping it would stop me thrashing, but it simply falls through my fingers.

I'm on fire.

I feel needles pushing through my skin and a feeling of molten metal at the back of my throat.

It felt as though I had been here for hours, but was probably only there for mere minutes.

The pain was becoming somewhat bearable, but of course that could only last so long.

Pure pain, pure agony, and pure terror made its way through my system as two excruciating slashes were made in my back as my shoulder blades pushed through the layers of muscles and skin and into the open air.

I could feel the hot blood down my back, and it was cool compared to my overall body temperature.

I felt my shoulder blades grow and shift into the shapes of skeletal fingers, expanding across my body.

My skin stretches, and it feels as though it is going to rip into a million pieces, but it didn't, as this happened, I felt the needles spread across the skin again, only this time, they were like swords, swords dipped in acid and placed on a open wound and digging deeper.

My bones were breaking even more, breaking and expanding with my wings.

Wings? Wings. What?

This wasn't possible, this thing happening to me.

Me, a twelve year ol-

My thoughts were interrupted as a light flowed from me as I opened my eyes, and as the light left me, so did the pain.

The pain subsided until it was a dull throbbing.

The first thing I notice is how detailed everything is, how I can see for miles, and pick out a shell lying in the sand one hundred metres below me.

Oh my Dragon rider.

I was one hundred metres in the air. I was flying.

My golden wings were flapping in the sunlight, as the scales shone in splendour.

Wait. Scales?

I'm discovering everything today, aren't I?

I had wings.

I suddenly felt huge, and looked down at the deep rock pool below me.

There was a creature in the water, mirroring the one above it.

It was completely golden, with bright blue eyes to contrast.

The Dragon's face was long, feminine for a Dragon, and was magnificent, beautiful, it's long, slender wings spread out behind her, flapping slowly.

I realised this Dragon was me.

Me.

I was a Dragon.

Samira had said it earlier, but I hadn't believed it.

I was unaware of myself flying off, towards the castle again.

It rushed backed to me.

Mate? I thought as a overly pleasant scent overwhelmed my senses.

I saw a red speck on the horizon, and scrutinized it.

I faintly saw wings, and realised it was the same as me.

I stayed where I was and watched the beast approaching, well, I stay where I am until it breathes a pillar of fire.

I fled.

I flew to the mountains in the distance.

Flying is easy, all you had to do was to command your wings to flap like you would command your hand to clench into a fist and punch somebody like Samira.

As I reached the mountains, I dived into a cave, not looking back, and huddle in a corner.

I suddenly hear heavy breathing, and my own hitches.

"Who dares to enter Cicero's lair without permission?!" The voice booms.

Let's just say I nearly did a very untidy business over the cave floor.

HellOo

It's me again!!

What'd you think of this chapter??

Who do you think Cicero is??

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4 Says till Christmas!! Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year!!

And then of course there are exams *sighs heavily* I wish they could be over already.

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