Cracked Open: The Dragon Born Academy by T.L. Christianson

Author:T.L. Christianson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Myth & Moon Press

The same sensual, almost spiritual dreams with Ashe plagued my sleep all week. I'd never had sex before, but apparently, I had a pretty good imagination—or was it my imagination? Ashe was having dreams of me as well. Were they the same? I wouldn't know because he never brought up the subject again, so neither did I.

By Friday afternoon, I was dragging. It seemed that every day was a new chance for someone else to point out how clueless I was in the most public way possible. It was easy to blame my father for not knowing simple things about how a school worked and how I should behave. But deep down, I knew he didn't deserve my anger. I'd done all these things wrong, but all these little petty rules were for children, and I'd never really been a child. I'd been a helper, an assistant, a friend to my dad, and loved it. The work was meaningful; the lessons I'd learned on a dig or expedition were exponentially more useful than anything I could've read in a book.

I didn't belong here, and that fact was being made painfully more apparent every day.

I had to leave Balaur Academy.

That first day, Ashe said something like, "Balaur isn't for you." I agreed then, and I double agreed now.

Dragon or no dragon.

My father needed me. He'd need me when he woke up—If he woke up. He had a lot of questions to answer.

Was he Dragonborn?

Was he even my dad?

Would his answer even matter?

Why would he have raised me as his own if I wasn't his daughter?

I thought back to that first history lesson in Dr. Weaver's classroom about the Prime who raised a girl child in the hopes of her becoming a prime.

My mind circled this conundrum. Both Logan and Ashe said that only two prime parents could have a female prime.

Pulling myself from my muddled thoughts, I ignored everyone as they headed off toward the main hall for a buffet dinner. Instead, I opted for gathering some granola bars, cheese sticks, and canned juice. I planned to get some sleep and leave at 2 am the next morning.

Lori, dad's friend would be on her way to Vietnam to visit my father, and so should I.

While Becca and all the other students were out of the building, I began to pack and plan my escape. It would be agonizingly cold, and I might have to walk a very long way if Aaraeth couldn't fly with me on her back. I'd seen a few other students fly on their dragons, and knew there was a flying class, so I knew people did it.

If they could do it, so could I.

Besides, everyone kept telling me how big dragons were compared to wyverns, but Aaraeth seemed small compared to Eondian.

I'd found an emergency survival kit with first-aid supplies, space blankets, and a few other objects I figured could be useful. Slipping the knife out, I attached it to the outside of my Balaur backpack and stuffed the kit inside.

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