Chapter 47
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Their serious and dark aura bring chills down my spine. They're like lions and bears ready to devour each other. I see no hint of friendliness in here. How is this a friendly battle?
Voughn's bright and cheerful face turned blank. I couldn't see the same Voughn I talked with just few minutes earlier.
"Was he really this competitive?" I whispered. Damon looked at me confusedly and I looked at Voughn. He followed my gaze and nodded.
"We all are, baby. That's a common trait to us dragonians." He smiled. I rolled my eyes.
"But you told me that this would be a friendly battle," I slurred. His smiled faded. Must have realized that he's a liar.
"It's not like that! I didn't want to make you nervous," he defends himself. I just rolled my eyes. Whatever.
I gazed at them again. They aren't starting yet. Dragunus is doing some sort of starting ceremony in the corner and that buys them time to give each other deadly glares. They want to anger themselves, huh?
"What kind of dragon is Voughn?" I asked again. I can see a black smoke surrounding him. I'm not sure what it's for but I believe it has something to do with his kind.
"He's a shadow dragon," he responds. My forehead wrinkled. A shadow dragon? What is that? He manipulates shadows or something? "He gets his mana from the shadows. He uses it to confused his opponents too."
Confused his opponents?
"How?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled.
"You'll find out," he said enthusiastically and looked in front.
I shrugged my shoulders and went to look at them. Their bodies are steaming hot already. I noticed a thin red circle surrouding them.
"Vestacios! In front of us are the red team consisting of Voughn Nickles and Megan Wash. The blue team consisting of Jack Procious and Winslet Hulms. Are you ready Dragonians?!" he screamed loudly. The dead crowd started screaming and cheering for them. It surprised me to be honest.
I felt the strong whiff on my face when the four vortans before us transformed themselves into dragons. My jaw literally dropped on the floor when I saw their beautiful dragon forms.
Voughn has a black matted skin with yellow eyes. His parsen on the other hand has a bluish scales and pink horns. Gawd! That's gorgeous.
"They're beautiful," I mumbled.
The Jack guy has purple scales with bat-like wings and Winslet looks like a really long chinese dragon. Wonder what they're all capable of.
"Blessed."
That one word made them attacked each other. I watched in horror as they blow fire at each other. Winslet is so slim she can wrapped herself to Megan. While the boys are busy evading each other's attack. My lips parted as I watch Voughn disappear into thin air.
"What the... Where did he go?!" I asked and looked at Damon. He smiles.
"You see Winslet's shadow?" he asked. I followed his gaze and saw the shadow he's looking at. "If that shadow starts to act funny then that's him." A line formed in between my brows.
Acts funny?
My mouth literally formed an 'o' when I saw Winslet's shadow moving differently from her. It ran across the circle and for some reason, the real Winslet followed it.
"Grghhh!!" Winslet growled after being taken away from Megan. She wrapped herself into her confused parsen.
The ending was Winslet was tightly knotted to Jack like a defective shoe lace. Voughn came out of Winslet's shadow like a magician in his normal form with a huge smirk in his face. Megan ended the match with a blow of fire in their faces.
"Halt!" Dragunus yelled. The crowd started cheering for Voughn and Megan. They answered the crowd's congratulatory with a sweet kiss.
"The first winnning pair of the Batailen is Voughn Nickles and Megan Wash!" he announced, earning a loud clapping from us. I waved my hand when Voughn looked at our spot.
"Good job!" I mouthed to him. He just winked at me and put his arm on Megan's shoulder.
My happpiness faded when the sudden realization of us becoming the next pair to battle hits me. If Draco and Selda gets called, we will be their automatic opponent and vice versa.
Am I ready? Of course not people.
Speaking of the devil. Draco's smirking at me. They're on the top bleachers just in front of us. I gave him a dirty finger. His smirk faded.
"Cry baby," I mouthed. His face darkened. I'm so good at annoying people, aren't I? I'm going to be so dead later.
"The next pair would be..." He waited for the torch to spit a name and when it did my heart jumped our of my chest. Why do I feel like it'll be us?
"The red team will consist of Damon Felono and Golden Young," he announced. My eyes widened. Oh my freaking gosh. I knew it!
Damon holds my hand. I smiled nervously. It's not like we can do anything about it anyway.
"Let's go," I whispered. He stands up and I followed him reluctantly. I can feel their stares as we walked to the battlefield. This feels worse than my first prom and getting dumped in front of everyone. I still hate my first date to this day.
I should probably take that as an inspiration. Draco's face is not enough to anger me. I should probably imagine Ivo's face with his.
We were taking the few steps on the podium when I saw a beautiful lady in her mid 40's running towards us. She seems like she wanted to say something to us but three knights immediately grabbed her and stopped from getting to us. My forehead creased. What the...
I was going to tell Damon about it but Draco and Selda had already traveled their way down here with us and I'm to afraid to take my eyes off them. They could literally attacked us in a blink of an eye.
"How did they get here so fast?" I mumbled. I wasn't shocked when Damon heard me.
"Selda's a flash dragon. She can move so fast," he whispers. My lips parted.
And here I am thinking I could at least overpower them with my quick moves. This is stupid. How will we against them? Draco's a flame dragon and he could literally blew us a fire and toast us to death while Selda scratches me millions of times in the most fastest way possible.
How in a bloody hell can we win over them? We're both powerless.
"Vestacios! In front of us are the red team consisting of Damon Felono and Golden Young. The blue team consisting of Draco Infierno and Selda Aragon. Are you ready Dragonians?!" he screamed loudly.
"Ready to die princess?" Selda slurs and smirked.
