Dare To Love A Dragon

Royan, Ander and Francis arrived at the twentieth floor. They heard a dragon roar at the distance. The roar affected Ander in ways that he couldn't comprehend.

His splintered pieces that had attached to Francis's sword formed together. His foothold on the human world became stronger by the minute until she finally became whole. The dragon that was ahead of them was much stronger than him.

Chills ran down his spine. The dragon was making his dragon feel uneasy, he couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"

"The question is who and not a what?" Royan replied opening the big wooden door at the end of the hallway.

When the door opened they entered what looked like an arena. Dragons or various types were their bowing to the giant dragon that towered them all.

Dragons were big to start even a baby dragon but the dragon that was before the other dragon was not big. It was a high dragon.

Ander not being a ghost anymore, he was double terrified of the dragon. Before he was a bit brace seeing it wasn't possible to inflict much harm to a ghost but not anymore.

He hated the fact that he had followed the Phoenix to the BOST. The place was not a safe haven but a terrifying hell. From where he stood it looked like the younger dragons were being offered as food to the gigantic dragon.

"How did that make me whole again?" Ander asked pointing at the dragon. It was only then that Royan and Francis noticed that he was ko longer a ghost.

"You don't want to call her " That" in front of her. She had a name, Zazel," Royan said to him. "And she is the one that we are here to see."

"Oh, why are we here to see her?" Ander questioned holding on to Francis and hiding behind him.

Francis grinned finding it cute that the boy was turning into a coward from seeing another dragon.

"Laugh all you want but if that thing decides to eat us. It is starting with you," Ander pointed out. Francis's smile dropped.

He turned his head to face Royan who seemed awed by the dragon. "That thing won't eat us right?" he asked him just to be sure that he had nothing to worry about.

"Zazel," Royan called to the dragon while waving his hand to signal her to come to them.

"We asked if it will eat not for you to call it," Francis and Ander let out at the same time. There bodies were trembling with fear as the beasts moved towards them.

The creature flapped its wings. They held on to each to prevent themselves from being carried away by the wind that the dragon was making with it's wings.

Francis and Ander closed their eyes as the dragon neared them. But curiosity got the better of them. They wanted to see how the dragon was going to land and where.

The pure silver gigantic dragon turned into a gorgeous female before she landed right before them. She stood straight with her silver hair braided behind her back.

Her blue eyes and cold appearance made them gulp. Her lips were icy cold from what they could see, it seemed like she had just come out of the ice.

She took a step forward, the places she stepped on froze into ice . The ice would disappear when she took another step and like that until she was close enough to make out the sweat that had formed on Francis and Ander's forehead.

The woman marched up to them and grabbed Ander by ear. Ander screeched at how freezing her fingers felt. It was so cold that his while body was freezing.

"Did I not tell you to train for six hours?" she asked him. "And what in the name of dragons are you wearing?" she questioned to him.

Her voice was even icier than her hand. It made Ander shudder, every nerve of her body wanted to obey and go train. It wanted to do as she said to avoid getting her attention.

Not just him but his dragon was shaking inside him. It was terrified of the being that was holding him. Her aura was enough to tell him not to try anything stupid with her.

"Zazel, what are you doing. He is..."

"Skipping practise," she interrupted him. "Come along," she instructed and pulled Ander along with him.

Her steps were in the air, everywhere her feet went to step ice would form for her. It was like he had come face to face with the queen of ice.

He was so fond of fire and warmth so feeling so much cold made him uneasy. He tried to get away from the woman but the more he tried he only exhausted himself.

She smirked at his fruitless efforts to try and get away from him. She really did find it fun that the boy had yet to learn that nothing gets away from her when she holds it. If he wanted to escape practise then he should have not let her catch him.

"Here we are," she let out. "Since you are so adamant to skip training I am going to keep you here for twenty hours," she added.

She opened the door to the training court and pushed Ander inside. Ander stabilized himself in the room and looked up, he wanted to gather courage to look back and glare at the woman when his eyes met another silver dragon head of him.

He glanced back to see if the crazy woman was still there and to his surprise she was. 'Was one of then not scary enough?' he asked in his mind and gulped.

Thinking of spending twenty hours in room with one of those beasts was not something he was in the mood for. If the cold in the room didn't kill him then the panic in his heart would.

He could hear how loud his heart was beating in his chest. It was so scary and disturbing at the same time.

The other silver dragon transformed into a handsome young man with long black hair. Ander gazed at him and froze. Before him was an exact replica of himself from head to toe.

If not for the uniform with the symbol of the Phoenix and the dragon then he would have assumed that he was looking at the mirror.

It was no wonder the woman was speaking to him like they had met before. He blinked his eyes repeatedly hoping that when next he opened them then the boy would have a different appearance.

"Mother," the boy called out. "I'm done with my training," he said trekking his way to them.

He spoke to his mother but his eyes were on the boy that resembled his image. Francis, Zazel and Royan moved to start to the side between Ander and the silver dragon.

Their eyes moved from Ander to the silver dragon trying to see if they were seeing their eyes. The truth was that no one had expected things to turn out the way they did.

Zazel most of all had not thought that their was someone in the world that could look so much like her son.

"Hello, prince Razaan Medrash Kerthylon of Azabia ready to make your acquaintance," the dragon introduced himself. He bowed when he was done introducing himself before he raised his head to look at Ander.

Everyone turned their eyes to Ander to hear his introduction. The introduction made by the silver dragon was quite impressive from the big name to bow. They hoped he would top the introduction.

"Prince Ander of Arimelari," Ander said nervously. He didn't know what to do in the situation where you meet your mirror walking and talking.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Razaan said reaching his hand for Ander to shake. Ander took his hand and held it when both their hairs turned silver.

Ander let out the breath he was holding to have it come out as cold mist.

"Twins," Royan let out his jaw dropping at the discovery.

Razaan and Zazel were just as shocked as he was. It was not always that when two people look alike then they have to be related but for them to be twins was shocking.

"I need fresh air," Zazel let out her mind going crazy at what just happened. Since long she had thought the prince's laziness was what was stopping him from embracing the ice but it turned out it was because his brother was missing.

Often dragon born of the same egg tend to share so much together. They would be a pair that difficult to tell apart and when one is incapable of something then the other would also not be able to do it.

"This might explain my love for fire when I am a water dragon," Razaan said leaving Ander's hand.

He followed his mother, leaving Ander and Francis who were the most confused of the bunch not sure what just happened.