Chapter 3
"Don't miss the Translators Ball which will be held next month. For those of you who are sitting in your seats right now thinking of not going, remember that you will be mixing and mingling with some of the top minds in translation. There will be games, puzzles, and food, which usually draws the rest of you in like flies."
That last statement caused Enya to look up from her notes, as it did for most students. However, it wasn't the food that enticed her, but the idea of multiple translators in one place. She could bring the scroll and pretend like it was a puzzle. This could give her the headway she needed.
Secretly, Enya also wanted a chance to feel pretty and good about herself, something that she hadn't experienced in months. To put on a formal gown and dance the night away sounded wonderful.
She blushed when she realized that Cole was on her arm in that image. With his dark hair and pale skin, he would be a sight to see.
She shook the image from her head. This was not the way she was supposed to be thinking about him.
As class was dismissed, she gathered up her books in a hurry. Her stomach had been growling, and she figured eating would distract her. Enya very rarely could eat when she was hungry; either her stomach disagreed, or her medication schedule didn’t allow for it. But these days, she could eat anything.
Rushing out into the hallway, she bumped straight into Cole.
He looked slightly out of place, standing in the middle of all the college students. If she were to compare him to humans, she would say that he was probably in his 30s. Even though he had chosen a more normal style of clothing today, she still thought he stood out somehow. His jeans were too expensive looking, and his gray shirt fit him too well.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in shock. He raised his eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face.
“Is that any way to greet me, love? Given what I'm doing for you.”
Enya rolled her eyes, shifting her backpack to the other shoulder.
“That's not what I meant. I meant what are you doing here, in my school, right now?”
“I came to check on your progress, of course,” he answered. “And your library.”
“Our library?” she said. “I've checked the library, and I've gotten all the books that could be of use.”
“Ah well,” he said as his eyes twinkled, “two sets of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”
“Sure.” She felt slightly annoyed that he didn't trust her, but she supposed any help couldn’t hurt at this point. Her stomach suddenly let out a growl loud enough for Cole to hear. She didn't want to say anything because her time with Cole was precious, and, although she wasn't sure how she felt about him, she wanted to learn more who he was.
She led the way to the large library containing stacks upon stacks of dusty books that no one ever looked at. Even Cole coughed as they made their way through them to the language books.
“No one uses them,” she said. “Everything is online. It's–” she was about to explain, and then he laughed.
“Do you think I don't know what online is?” he asked. “Our civilization is far more advanced than yours.”
“I forgot,” she replied. “Everything about you seems so…old fashioned.”
“Does it?” he cocked an eyebrow. “You would be blown away by the things you would see on Umora.”
“I…” she started, about to retort with a witty comeback. But then she felt a knot in her throat, a side effect of not eating. Her window of hunger had passed, and it had turned to nausea. She wavered slightly, and Cole’s gaze turned protective and concerned.
“Are you alright?”
“I'm fine.” She tried to wave it off, but it was clear that her body was fighting her. She reached out for the shelf and Cole quickly caught her before she fell. “It's fine. I just need to eat something.”
“God damn it, woman, why didn't you say something?” he asked. “Where is there food on this sprawling metropolis?”
It was Tuesday meaning that her tuition payment had come out of her account. If she had any hope of making it to next semester, or at least until her next loan payment, $5.99 specials were not in her future. “I'm alright.”
“What, you don't eat on Tuesdays?”
She would have laughed if it weren't so sad. Instead, she briefly leaned her head against his shoulder, trying to get her bearings.
She knew he could kill her, but she had seen her blood tests. He could also save her, if he wanted.
“God,” she managed, when the feeling had passed. “That was close.”
“Close to what?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Last time I was in here, I forgot lunch as well and ended up on the floor. It seems to be a trend around here.”
“Enya,” he said. “I would appreciate you not dying before you solved my mystery.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you,” she replied. “Do you think you can take me home?”
“Aye,” he answered, although there was an unexpected note of sympathy in his voice.
Lately, she noticed that he didn’t choose to flood her with magic, nor did he choose to cure her there and then. Had it been a one-time proposition? Was being a dragon shifter, a part witch, something that he made up? Something that could only be done at a certain time?
She had to know. Once she was inside the confines of her tiny apartment, the questions came flooding out.
“Can you show me?”
“Show you what?” he asked, with raised eyebrows as he had barely finished shutting the door.
“That you are a dragon? I know you have magic; I saw my blood tests. But you have to understand why this is all so hard for me to believe.”
He said nothing as he leaned against the counter, and her heart plummeted.
“You aren't, are you?” she asked. “God, I'm an idiot.”
“I am,” he assured her, with a glare that could be described as icy. “But it's not as simple as that.”
“What, it needs to be a full moon?” she taunted him. The lack of food was making her head pound, and she was feeling testy.
“No,” he replied, “but it takes a higher level of magic to transform on Earth than on Umora. And I don't have an unlimited amount of magic here. So, if I show you to satisfy your curiosity, you better not need any relief for about a week. Is that clear?”
She considered this, and then nodded.
“Just toss me that banana and there's half a sandwich in the fridge. I'll be alright. My blood tests after the last time were good.”
He sighed, clearly not a fan of this plan. But as powerful as he felt, he understood that she could refuse to help him. She was dying one way or another, and his threats didn't mean as much to her as they did to a healthy person.
“Fine,” he said, as he retrieved the food. “Stand back. Don't move. This apartment is barely big enough to hold both of us, forget a dragon.”
“Right,” she sat on her loveseat against the wall and crossed her legs, watching him intently.
She wasn't sure what to expect, if anything at all. But when the gold magic started swirling around him, she knew that everything he told her was true.
The magic began to engulf him, the gold burning her eyes. She reached up to shield her eyes, but she couldn't tear her gaze completely from him. Giant wings began to expand, and his head went from human to angular. Smoke came from his nose, and green and gold scales engulfed his body.
In almost no time at all, a beautiful dragon was standing in her living room, his wing span going from wall to wall. He dipped his angular head towards her, and she slowly unfolded herself from the couch, mesmerized.
“Wow, “she said. “You weren't joking.”
He met her eyes, lowering his head. With a smile, she reached up, and her instinct of being an animal lover causing her to scratch his eye ridge
His multi-lidded eyes closed in pleasure, just for a moment.
“Are you in there?” she asked, softly. “Or is your brain all dragon now?”
Obviously, he couldn't answer her. But he bumped his head against her hand, and his eyes flashed.
“Yes, you are,” she grinned. “You are in there.”
They stood in silence for a moment, and he sat back on his haunches. He had to duck his head to avoid hitting her ceiling, and she smiled.
“Alright,” she said. “You proved it to me. I'm going to change. Maybe you should change, too.”
He cocked his head, to indicate that he understood. She headed into her bedroom, shutting the door.
It was only then that she covered her face with her hands, and took a deep breath.
This was real. Everything she knew before him had been a lie. Dragons were real, witches were real, and despite what the doctors had told her, there was a cure for her. And the cure was standing in her living room.
She took her time changing into sweatpants, pulling back her hair as she finished the banana in her hand. When she felt less shell shocked, she opened the door again.
Cole was sitting on the loveseat as if nothing had ever happened. He looked tired, but satisfied.
“Believe me now, do you?”
“I believed you before,” she said, as she leaned on the counter. “I just needed to see it. I needed to see that my hope was real.”
“Hope?” he asked, confused.
“Hope,” she said. “for a cure.”
“Oh,” he clearly hadn't thought of it that way. “Yes. That is real.”
“Is it easier for you?” she asked. “To be a dragon? Or is it human that is easier?”
“Easier?” that seemed to confuse him even more. “There isn't one form that's easier. On Umora, everyone takes the form that suits them at the time. The dragon is easier to be angry, to be strong, but a human form has its advantages as well.”
“But there must be one that you prefer.”
“Didn't you grow up bilingual?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Perfectly? There isn't a language that you prefer, is there?”
“No,” she admitted. “Both my parents' languages are natural to me. I wouldn't know how to be unilingual.”
“There you go,” he replied. “We aren't so different, are we?”
“No,” she said, “we aren't.”
“Now that it's all sorted,” he pointed to the half-eaten sandwich, the moment broken. “Eat. And then it's back to work. I can't wait forever.”
“Neither can I,” she said, as she moved towards the sandwich. They were both on borrowed time it seemed, and she wasn't sure which of them would outlast the other–in patience, or in life.