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"Mercy," said the King as he returned to sit next to her dragon, running his fingers along the scales beside him, "is something earn, not recieved from me. Only five had earn that privilage from me. Remember that Rouchlos." The King turned away from him then, the conversation over with. With a quick wave of his hand, Darza and Selene took over.

Darza, left quickly after having a private conversation with Selene. Though before he left he paused next to Rouchlos, grabbing his arm to pull him close. "Also," said Darza, tone fill with amusement, "remember, that everyone in this room can bring someone back from the dead, temporarily as it might be,...except you...." He quickly released him and exited the room. The boy thought, if he had too, that dying on the battlefield would spare him the King's wrath. How wrong her was.

Selene walked over to Rouchlos. She would never say how much he reminded her of Sang, and oddly some of Darza. Still, she planted a smile on her face. Honey acted flies better than vinegar, besides she could always turn nasty later. "Alright, our guest should be awake now. Go say hello."

Celia just felt like the world just hated her. I?t annoyed her to no extent that this headache persisted. What was it that caused such a headache. celia had forgotten that she had been adragon completly She just knew that there was something in her head that made her feel like a pit of death.

"Go away," she comments. she had been pushing maids and whomver else at the door to just leave her alone. howrever, this was someone new. "Unless you come with a sword to my head, leave me alone," the rebelious teens nature shown. She was still a teen and didn't feel like listening to anyone around her.

Her eyes were like glass still though. They were the only things that made her look like a dragon. the littl eblack slits inside that looked around as a serpant did. but nothing else on her body showed that she was a dragon, except for maybe the scars on her back.

Celia had given up. "Fine, come in,"[/b[ she said.
It was dark in her room. She had been hiding under a pillow, trying to get rid of every ounce of light and the pain inhr head..probably still caused by her eyes, obviously meaning, she was still being shown asa dragon, but not by much, something not completly able to change back into a human.

"Lessons, lessons, lessons, that's all you people want to cram into me!" she said in a realy nasty, not impressed tone. "What's the point, I really have no intentions of helping out, it's not my thing," she said. Alright, she was being a b***h again. If you couldn't tell, maybe yo should go have a sleep or something because she was just in some trance of bitchiness and it emited from her. I?t was all this dragon business going on inside of her that caused this. Her constant bad mood, the headache, the pain in her back, it just didn't want to go away.

Celia hid herself in her blankets. she should have never let this guy in. Techinically, if she was a princess, she could tell him to go rot in a pit of geese poop for all she could care. Or feed him to the lions.

"and if it makes any sense to you I feel like I have been split in to except for my brain, it is pounding and all I want is slepp but I can't because it hurts so much," she said from underneath the blanket. Oh, so did she have some bi polar thing going on. One minute she is nasty as a hag from hell, and then secondly she is....semi b***h.

"But my body is not sore," she protested. My head is pounding and every thing I think or move just.....hurts, it makes me feel shaky and...I don't want to get out of bed," she said and she remained under the covers. She didn't want to leave the warmth of he covers. She really didn't feel up to the training today. "Could I not start tomorrow....a day of rest....maybe something to take the pain away," she asked. she just wanted tthe pain to stop.


She lay under the covrs. You could just seee the itty bitty tears formin in her eyes. she was yelling out her words aand even that hurt. Every noise seemed to stik out, evry step, every twig, just stuvk out. It made her feel uncomfortable and she wanted to drown out the noise. She tried peacking out from under the covers. Her heair staticy and a mess. Her eyes barely opening....wow, she looked like a mess.

She really had no more excuses. Sh had said that her body was not sore. It was just her head. but she really didn't want to get up. she was becoming this paranoid child where everything made her mad. but she could resist, she would have to walk. Because she was absolutly sure that she was going to be forced to at some point in time.

"Fine," she muttered and pulled herself from under the covers and fixed her hair. "Just a small walk," she said. She placed her feet on the floor below her.



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