Starlight (The Dragonian Series Book 5) (35 page)

Arianna was there with Heico and his father.

I was introduced to so many dragons that had come from the other side, and even though the numbers didn’t wow Jenna, I was impressed.

The night went by slowly and if it hadn’t been for Becky and Sammy’s company I would’ve actually spoken to Arianna tonight.

I had to make another speech too, on behalf of Blake. It was hard but I tried to make it as sincere as possible. The funny part was that what Emanual had written would’ve been something I was sure Blake would’ve said. It sounded just like him, the jokes, everything.

Then the party started.

I begged Jenna to let me leave, but she was as stubborn as an ox and didn’t want to hear anything about it.

So Becky, Sammy and I hid in the corner, until Jenna found me and dragged me to another important dragon she needed me to get acquainted with.

I caught Emanual’s bald head and begged him with my eyes, which only made him smile as he carried on speaking to another dragon.

She pushed me right in front of a dragon with red hair, who reminded me so much of Brian. He wanted to know everything about Paegeia, what had changed, etc. I tried to fill him in on everything I knew, but eventually that dried up and once he discovered that I also came from the other side, the conversation changed to where I’d lived.

More dragons joined and Emanual’s voice was close by. He was speaking to a couple of gentlemen in the group next to me.

“Emanual, you came from the Dragon League right?”

He what?

“Yes, I go there from time to time.”

“Is it true that the Rubicon is there? We really wanted to meet him tonight. See what kind of man he grew into.”

Oh I can tell you in what kind of scumbag he grew into.

“Yes, he is actually doing extremely well, giving his father a run at his record.”

What record?

All of them laughed and it was hard to keep tabs on the conversation I was part of and the one that Emanual was having.

“Nobody’s ever broken Sir Robert’s record yet?”

“Nobody, but Blake’s team is extremely close to it.”

“Well, it’s not a fair fight with all those abilities of his.”

They laughed again as one of the men in my conversation was waiting for my answer.

“Excuse me,” I cleared my throat. “I must have missed what you asked, sorry.”

They all laughed.

“You look dead on your feet, Princess.”

I laughed. “How can you blame me with these killer heels?”

The men laughed again as I excused myself and went to the bar. I was thirsty as hell and didn’t care if I was wearing white. Maybe Jenna would freak out if I spilled on the dress and send us home. One could hope.

“Nice comeback, Elena.” Emanual’s made me jump.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what you are talking about.”

“If you want to know how he is doing, you can just ask me and I will tell you that he is seriously cut out for the Dragon League. His team is first in his class and with the way he plans his every move, he is going to be a great dragon one day. Definitely giving me a run for the title.”

I laughed. “So you are Paegeia’s best dragon?”

“Of course I am.”

“So he is doing well, I’m happy for him.”

“Only when he is busy, he is miserable as hell at night when he thinks no one is watching.”

“Whatever.”

“Elena, when is this going to stop?”

“Emanual, I like you, so please don’t try to change that. And I really didn’t need an update.”

I grabbed my drink and went back to the corner where Sammy and Becky were waiting.

“Just like that?”

“Conversation is over. Goodnight, Emanual.”

He laughed and went over to another group of dragons to join their conversation.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing,” I answered Becky.

I had to admit, I felt bad that George felt the need to prove a point as Becky was missing him like crazy. She didn’t even want to party without him, and had declined so many hands that wanted to dance with her.

It was sad to watch my friend not enjoy herself.

I knew she’d tried to phone him a couple of times but his phone was completely off. Her insecurities had even started again, which was seriously frustrating me because I just didn’t relate anymore.

Besides I knew George loved her, he would never ever leave her. It was different for them.

Finally, Jenna gave us the famous head nod that meant we were free to leave, after we said goodbye to a couple of important dragons. All of them were important in my eyes.

We just crashed in my room when Jenna dropped us off. I was so glad that this campaign was almost at its end.

I still had one more TV interview and Just Kev to do, and then I was free.

We fell asleep in our dresses and I slept like I hadn’t slept in a long time.

THE NEXT DAY the only thing I could think about was ways to open that stupid journal of Blake’s. All because of that stupid conversation I’d kept tabs on.

Why had I even been listening to it? And then Emanual just had to say that he was miserable.
Whatever.

I was finally having a couple of Jenna free days, so we spent them beside the pool.

My mind was going crazy as I pretended to tan on one of the long deck chairs that were stationed next to Lucille’s pool.

I knew I should’ve never investigated what the book was about after Lucille talked to me about forgiving and forgetting.

The worst part was that I couldn’t even bring it with me to the pool as Sammy would know that it was her brothers.

Why do I even want to read it?

The day crept past slowly and after dinner I told everyone goodnight, that I was tired and needed my sleep.

“Elena, we need to speak about your birthday.”

“Later,” I grunted at Becky.

“Queen Margerite’s event coordinator needs to know.”

“Just as long as it’s not on the actual day. That day I want to spend with my loved ones.”

I slouched up the stairs. I hated my birthday. I couldn’t believe that I was almost nineteen.

I opened my door and locked it behind me.

I rushed over to my side stand and took out Blake’s journal again.

This was so wrong, but I couldn’t live like this anymore. I would just never tell him the truth. I’d lie and say that I had no idea what was written inside it when I returned it to him.

I tried all the spells I could think of.

None of them worked.

What would work?
My mind was crazy with wanting to know what he’d written in it and then sealed it off with something that nobody could open but him.

And then I got it. The man had told me last night, his abilities.

What ability does Blake own that no other dragon has?

His pink fire.

I hesitated a little, knowing we could do it, and praying that he was in his dragon form. After all, it was called the Dragon League.

Still, a bit of pain might just make me feel better, and the best part was, I wouldn’t be there if he was withering in pain.

It could make him end up on my balcony, but then I could lie and tell him he was dreaming.

Screw it, I would only tell him that I was practicing. I closed my eyes and wished for the pink kiss.

My palm lit up faster than I thought.

Blake must be in his dragon form
, and I stroked it gently over the book.

It jumped open and my heart was beating like crazy when I saw the first page.

The journal of Blake Leaf. The Rubicon.

I stared dumbly at the handwriting and grabbed my notes.

I read the first page of my notes and looked at the first page of Blake’s journal.

It was the same handwriting. Emanual had never written any of these notes. It had been Blake.

Anger rushed through me.

Emanual would always choose his side no matter what an ass Blake was.

I took a deep breath and pushed the thought that it was Blake who had helped me with this campaign to the back of my head.

I read his name again and I rolled my eyes at that last statement. Everyone knew that he was the Rubicon, he didn’t need to write it down. He was so egotistic.

I turned the page and realized immediately what this was.

It wasn’t a journal; it was filled with his poems. I kept turning the pages without reading them, came to the last one and then it stopped. It was just pages and pages of nothing. Pages that still needed to be filled with poems.

I went back to the beginning and start reading it.

Darkness coiled up deep inside

The monster inside no longer under the bed

He's always lived inside my head

Screaming and aching to be set free

The temptation so strong won’t let me be

A hope so light appear to shine

A bond so promising but yet not mine

Good and evil both I know

Which is friend and which is foe?

He must have been really fighting with his evil side. I read another.

Daylight descend into night,

The beast inside always fight.

Raging hate appear to shine,

Untold anger always mine.

Helpless stranger at wits’ end

Blood on my hands I couldn’t prevent.

Unexpected thrill stained by red

Soulless eyes, dark dirt bed.

Inside laughter fills my core.

My darkest demons consuming roar.

The hair on my skin crawled.
Did he kill someone? And love it?

The next poem was even worse.

He spoke about killing again, another innocent and how the beast inside him rejoiced, he wanted more. The good inside him tried to reason and I knew it was his human form battling with his Dragon form.

He wrote there below,
never again
. No matter how hard it was to resist, he couldn’t take another life again.

Still it didn’t stop, he had poems after poems of how dark he was. How insane and deranged he was. He even wrote a poem about Tabitha, calling her his snow queen.

It angered me again.

I came upon a poem that was so dark, speaking about loins and fresh kills. It was another human, how old I didn’t know, and I closed the book and chucked it into the drawer again.

He was so evil. So dark. A psychopath and I had to be the one he Dented with.

I used to feel safe with Blake, but now, I was really scared and just wanted to stay as far as possible away from him.

I struggled to sleep, and couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d read.

I prayed that I wouldn’t dream about it, otherwise the idiot was going to know what I’d been reading

The next day I tried to get his poems out of my head, but I couldn’t.

Those poor people.

This was what he’d meant, that day on the mountain when he’d told me that he was scared about me discovering all the shit that he’d done and wanting nothing to do with him. It was this shit, him having a ball by killing people.

How on earth had I fallen for him? It was because of the package he came in.

He was really good at showing me kindness, but it wasn’t real. He was evil, and I should’ve never claimed him.

“Earth to Elena,” Becky finally said and I stopped thinking about everything.

I smiled at her as I put a fork of cold scrambled eggs into my mouth. Everyone was finished eating except me.

“What’s your answer?”

“Sorry,” I asked, not even hearing her question.

“Okay spit it out, what is up? First you went to bed like super early, locking your room. Now you are somewhere on cloud nine.”

“How do you know I locked my room?”

“Mom wanted to take you a cup of cocoa and the door was locked.”

“I just wanted some privacy,” I shook my head. “Can I please be excused?” I asked Lucille and she just looked at my plate with worry lines around her eyes. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“I’m not hungry. Sorry about last night.”

“It’s okay, go.” She smiled as I got up and left.

The entire morning the journal was haunting me again. I tried to draw, tried to not think about it. I even paced up and down in my room and when I couldn’t do it anymore I took his journal out again and used my pink kiss to open it.

I paged to the last poem I’d read and didn’t even finish it.

The next one, well it was a bit different. Really different.

Darkest days, dreary night

Seems all I do is fight

Endless days, against the world

Only darkness inside can behold

A feeling strong awakens me

The descendant's here, it cannot be

Hopes light ignites inside me

The rider is here to set me free

Soon to be a powerful dent

All my deeds would make amend

Dreary nights would no longer be

Until I saw the he is a she...

This was from the night I came to Dragonia Academy, or he’d written it the next day when he’d realized who I was and why my presence had woken him up. I read a couple after, they were poems about confusion and he’d lied to me about not wondering how they’d gotten me out. He’d asked that question so many times, over and over and it frustrated him as I could see the ink dented hard into the paper.

There were other notes written in-between. A number of a red head, and Phil. He kept writing in codes. Like what the hell is F.C. He needed it a lot too, and Phil was connected to it and another guy. Shit, what if F.C is it some type of drug? Did he do drugs?

Gosh, he was so messed up.
How didn’t I know this?

I gasped at the next page. He used Irene and love in one sentence. My skin crawled. Did he and Irene? My mind went back to my first year in Dragonia Academy. He always went to see her, so many times. The night the dragons attacked us, he left with her that night. Never in a million years did I thought they were actually seeing each other. What about Tabitha? Did he even loved her at all, was she just a cover up or something.

That information hit me harder then I thought and I was disgusted with the both of them. Irene and Blake, she’s like three-hundred-years old. Ewe. Then again, Emanual was three-hundred-years old two and I almost…I couldn’t think about it.

I felt sick and needed to put the journal down again.

Blake was right. I so didn’t want anything to do with whoever the hell he was.

I knew absolutely nothing about this fucking asshole.

In the afternoon, I picked up his journal again after I went through all the things I’d gotten from him.

He really didn’t love Tabitha as much as I’d thought if he’d had an affair with the Viden.

She could lose her job over this.

I didn’t even want to think about it.

The next was another poem.

I am power and

I am might

I am flame and fury

I have no need for man nor beast

I am judge and jury

Dark winged thoughts

Spurn her allure

My malaise resisting cure

I strive against her summoning light

Seeking the comforting cloak

of night

Black velvet cognition

shrouds the call of her flame

Repels that in her

Which sings my name

The tides of my essence

Feel her pull

A fight between ocean

and shore

Alone I am unconquerable

But could there be

something more?

I am power and

I am might

An instrument of pain

I shall bow to no one

And none shall call me tame

But

oh! that light

and oh! that warmth

and oh! that silent song

Could there be

Between our worlds

A place where