Draconian The unseen Veil

"Veil pour the fire"

Draconian swung open her house door, revealing her mother, Lily, who was feeding her pet lizard.

"Hello, Mother Lily," Draconian said with a steely glint in her eyes.

Lily looked up, unfazed by her daughter's demeanor. "Welcome home, sweet home," she replied, a hint of intrigue in her voice.

Draconian scoffed, "Sweet? This home is infested with psychic creatures."

Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone calm yet cryptic. "Home is where we hide our emotions, our secrets."

"Homes are just walls," Draconian shot back, her voice growing fiercer. "The heart is where we truly conceal our emotions."

Just then, her father, Vold, made his entrance, oozing confidence with his handsome face, curly hair, and teeth that gleamed like a vampire's.

"Didn't you forget your father, Vold?" he playfully teased.

Draconian grinned, her demeanor savage as ever. "How could I forget? You're the one who brings excitement to this place, making my life less like hell."

Vold chuckled, unphased by his daughter's sharp words. "I'm glad to be of service. Welcome home," he replied with a hint of mystery.

"Thank you," Draconian retorted.

Her father, Void, stopped her in her tracks. "Wait, I have a little present for you," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He presented her with a bouquet, but it looked more like a collection of sharp thorns than flowers.

"Bouquet?" Draconian raised an eyebrow. "It looks like you just stole the sharpest thorns from our neighbor's aunt's garden."

Void grinned, undeterred by her remark. "Well, it still matches your aura," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness.

Draconian couldn't help but roll her eyes. "A bouquet that's 20 percent flowers and 80 percent thorns? Really?"

Ignoring her skepticism, Void motioned for her to take the bouquet. Draconian cautiously reached for it, wary of the painful thorns that adorned the supposed "flowers."

"I can handle this," she declared, her determination unwavering. With a confident grip, she took hold of the bouquet, allowing the thorns to prick her skin, though she maintained her smile.

The blood began to drip from her hand, but she didn't flinch. Her father's eyes gleamed with hunger, but Draconian's resolve remained unyielding.

Lily, her mother, had grown impatient with their game. "Your boring games are interrupting me and my pet," she quipped, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Draconian met her mother's gaze. "If life presents us with the chance to walk on thorns, then we should walk fearlessly. You never know what else might show up, so we should be prepared to face anything," she said with conviction.

As her parents teasingly congratulated her on her achievement of lasting one week at school, Draconian's emotions intensified. Her father vold said,"your words held some truth - she was a force to be reckoned with, and her words had the power to wound as deeply as any knife, in minutes"

Lily corrected,"More like in seconds"

Retreating to her room, Draconian felt a sense of unease. Her father's taunts had ignited a fire within her, not of anger, but of fear. "Vold, I will destroy you someday, with this fear," she whispered, clenching her fists.

The fear had driven her to achieve so much, but it also held her back. She wanted to break free from its chains, to overcome the haunting shadows of her past and forge a new path forward.

In her room, Draconian's body trembled with suppressed emotions. She couldn't bear to be controlled by fear any longer. Determination flared within her, and she knew what she needed to do.

She retrieved a bottle of petrol from her bedside wardrobe and made her way to the bathroom. The bathtub awaited her, and she poured the petrol into the water, creating a volatile mix. With a flick of her lighter, the flames erupted, engulfing the bathtub in a fiery inferno and throws that flowers.

Her heart pounding, Draconian watched as the flames danced and crackled. "I can destroy your sharp thorns in seconds," she declared, a fierce smile on her lips.

Her words were a reflection of her newfound strength, a warning to her father not to underestimate her. "Vold, don't get in my way, or I might forget that you are my father and let you burn in this bathtub like the thorns you gave me."

The fire alarm blared, signaling the growing blaze in the bathroom. Her mother, hearing the commotion, chuckled and remarked to her husband, "Now, what fun has she come up with this time?"

Vold replied, a mix of pride and concern in his voice, "Probably, burning my lineage."

As Draconian observed the flames consuming the bathtub, she realized she had hurt her hands in the process. But this didn't deter her; she simply licked her own blood with a smile.

Contemplating her powers, she wondered why she could only see others' past and future, not her own. "I want to rewatch it, my past, like a series. It was fun, just like today. Nothing has changed till now - same house, same hate, same love."

Draconian's thoughts raced as she questioned the meaning behind her abilities. "In the way of petrol, one fire tries to stop us. Is that productive?" she pondered aloud.

The flames continued to dance, mirroring the turmoil within Draconian's heart.

"Till now love is ruling this world, it can hold and can even fold, but our family is different, we are holding not cause of love, cause of our monsterness."

Draconian stared at her reflection in the mirror, questioning herself, "Am I psycho?" To which she replied, "That's what people call me, the same as me calling them psycho because they are all the same."

As the flames intensified, the heat began to rise, unaware that Draconian was a storm within herself, capable of wreaking havoc that could end the whole world in minutes.

Her mother entered the room, seemingly unfazed by the fiery spectacle. "Burning your bathroom, should I stay here and wait for you to burn down the entire house?" she asked calmly.

Draconian turned to her mother, her composure unshaken. "When two lovers meet up, hatred is born. And when hatred meets hatred, revenge is born. And believe me, that is me," she said calmly yet powerfully.

And her mother replied, "When revenge meets revenge, the bitterness is born."

"Now, what stop that fire and come to have dinner," her mother suggested.

But Draconian shook her head, her determination unwavering. "Nope, the fire will burn, it won't stop. I have more things to do here, like frying you in it... Just joking... But I want to dive into it."

Her mother simply sighed and left, encouraging Draconian to have dinner.

Reluctantly, Draconian went to the dinner table, where her grandmother, father, and mother were waiting. As she ate, her family looked at her and She said, he is went to do some work.

And her grandmother said, "Since he is your brother, that's not a shocking thing."

And then, her brother, Heroin, showed up and sat down to have dinner.

Vold remarked, "Still hungry? Or didn't get the chance?"

Heroin replied, "Dad, do you think I'll miss my chance? I'm more of a stealing type."

Lily chimed in, "Everything goes towards his sister."

"Do something for your future, think ahead. Tomorrow when you become an adult, your sister won't be there to lead you like she does here," she advised.

Draconian responded with a hint of wisdom, "While writing your future, don't forget to write its stairs to climb."

Heroin confidently said, "I don't need stairs; I'll just jump. There will be no stairs to lead to our success."

Draconian added, "Only if we didn't make it, some precious things are unseenable."

The grandmother playfully mocked her, "Like you lost in darkness?"

Draconian chuckled, "But sometimes, the darkness can lead us to unexpected treasures."

Heroin nodded, "You always find a way to see the positive side, sis."

Love and storm have a deep and intriguing relation. Love knows how to play a game, storm knows how to make a game of its own.

"Heroin asked, "Sister, why are you so dark and mysterious?"

Sister replied, "Once upon a time, someone dared me to find a mystery treasure hidden in the darkest room. But as I ventured in, I became lost in the shadows, and no one came to my aid until it was too late." Vold remained expressionless as he heard her words.

Heroin's curiosity peaked, "What kind of treasure were you searching for in that dark room?"

Draconian replied Calmly,"I was searching for someone, that I can say my own."

Draconian asked her grandmother, "Grandy, why don't you haunt?"

Grandy replied, "I'm bored of it. It's not as fun as it used to be in the old days, but I can teach you my special technique if you want."

Lily swiftly interjected, "Mother, please stop with the nonsense."

Grandy retorted, "When you say it's teaching, but when I say it, it's nonsense?"

Draconian stepped in, "Grandy, just go ahead and share your technique."

But Lily couldn't help herself and interrupted once more.

Draconian looked at Lily and asserted, "When two big people are talking, small people should know their place. Their voices don't belong in our conversation."

"Our relation is like this, it's not about disrespecting; she chose this."

"After dinner, everyone went to their own rooms. Draconian was in her room, talking to herself, "Today was a beautiful day, as radiant as the moon."

Her eyes are fixated on her pen, her source of power. She closed her eyes, attempting to find solace.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, "Feeling happy after teasing your own mother."

It was Vold, Draconian's father. He spoke as if she could hear him, though she appeared to be sleeping. He continued, "Today, you revealed to me that I was the reason you became dark, all because of that room? I feel great, knowing that I brought you down, because you knew she was weaker."

In a daring move, Vold placed a knife against Draconian's neck while she appeared to be asleep. But much to his surprise, she spoke calmly, "Stop your drama with one knife in my neck. I have faced thousands of such threats, and as for my mother, you know she is weak, and the weaker don't deserve to be part of this family."

Vold pressed the knife a little deeper against her face, and Draconian remained unfazed, asserting, "I am not the old Draconian; I am stronger now, and I know how to wield my fire."

Vold replied, "But truth is always the truth, it never changes."

Unbeknownst to Vold, Draconian had already transformed her pen into a knife, ready to defend herself. When he looked down, he noticed the pen-knife piercing his stomach. He had underestimated her strength.

Draconian smiled, "Don't scare someone so much that they forget their fear."

Both were now locked in a fierce battle of knives, neither showing any fear. Draconian remained composed, "Go back to your night duty, or your wife will hire another one."

In this thrilling confrontation, Draconian proved that she was no longer the vulnerable girl of the past. She had embraced her monsterness and became a force to be reckoned with, unyielding and unafraid.

"But what happened in their past?"