Draconian The unseen Veil

"Veil unlocked-another chapter"

Draconian started to write her novel, 'Everyday, ocean thunder, bark in anger. One day, the ocean suggested me to find my family, and when I found them, it was lovely. But they were like a battleground, full of fighting, a cold war.

'Finishing is better than leaving stains,' that's what I believe, but true love doesn't leave any stains in its way; otherwise, it can cause destruction."

She was writing in her glass balcony when suddenly a majestic wolf leaped onto it, its eyes gleaming with wild vitality.

"Hello, Wolfy, you came after so long," she greeted the untamed visitor warmly, a smile playing on her lips as she continued to write.

As she continued to pet him, Draconian couldn't help but express her affection for wolves. "You know, I love wolves," she murmured. "But not the ones that live in my home!"

The wolf seemed to understand her words, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

"After that night.

Draconian wakes up and went to her bathroom. As she goes, she sees her behavior, yesterday night behavior. Burning the bathtub.

Now the bathtub looked like it came from a big war, but unluckily Draconian loves war, even if it's of hate or love.

She goes towards that bathtub and opens the tub. And went towards the sink, under the sink, there was one hidden door. She opens that, and there was her most loving thing. Bottles of blood, there were many of them, but she carries one and pours it into the bathtub. Now the bathtub was mixed with water and the blood."

Without hesitation, Draconian leaped into the crimson-filled bathtub, reveling in the savage embrace of the blood. Her body became drenched in the scarlet hue, but she found pleasure in the untamed sensation.

As her brother knocked on her door, she welcomed him inside. Unfazed by her appearance, he knew his sister well.

"Can I come for your help?" Heroin asked tentatively.

Draconian's voice turned soft yet harsh as she stared at Heroin, "Draconian doesn't like to take help, for she doesn't need it."

"Uhmm," Heroin mumbled, feeling the weight of his sister's words.

"The son of a wolf, but behaving like a vampire," Draconian remarked.

"That's all because of you, sister," Heroin retorted.

Draconian's eyes bore into him, "When we steal someone's behavior and start to haunt them, they end up blaming others. I can see it all over your face. You desire to be like me, but our blood doesn't match. Everyone in our house says you came to me, but in reality, you sought out your own mother."

Heroin responded, "I'm on my own. I don't need to be like anyone."

And with that, he left the place.

Draconian spoke to herself, "Because of my father, I lost my own family, and because of Lily, I lost my words to say family. But they should pay for this, they will pay."

After a good bath in crimson, she descended downstairs, dressed in her school attire. She spotted her mother.

"Hello, mother, doing yoga," Draconian greeted.

Lily replied, "Yes, darling. We need peace in our house, don't we? As you desire peace, I don't want to disturb anyone."

Draconian retorted, "I don't want peace; I work with peace. You can have any relations, but you can't be like ours."

Lily responded, "And you can't be me, and that's the loveliest thing in this world."

Draconian countered, "And you can't stay in the dark for even a second."

As their conversation continued, Vold, their father, interrupted, suggesting it was breakfast time and that they didn't need peace. But suddenly, a cello sound pierced the air, like a roaring shout, causing everyone's ears to ring. The one playing the cello was none other than their grandmother.

Lily pleaded, "Psycho creatures, someone please stop this!"

But Draconian seemed to enjoy it and started to dance, shocking Vold, who had never seen his daughter in this light before.

Vold remarked, "I've raised her for more than a decade, but I never saw her like this."

After the fun, they sat down for breakfast, and Mother asked Draconian to call her brother.

As she went to find him, Draconian noticed Heroin practicing.

"Hey, so you started doing archery," she commented.

Heroin replied with confidence, "Ready to lose?"

Draconian retorted playfully, "Okay, I'll wait. Maybe someday you'll be able to win me."

But Heroin was eager to prove himself, "Why someday? Let's do it now!"

Draconian was taken aback but swiftly picked up a bow and managed to draw a drop of blood from his neck.

Heroin exclaimed, "Ah, this is cheating! I was asking..."

Draconian interrupted with her soft yet harsh voice, "Don't wait for enemies to accept your invitation and hit you. Just go in."

She added, "You're still lacking in mentality," and then proceeded to call her brother for breakfast.

When they gathered for breakfast, Lily couldn't help but notice the mark on Heroin's neck. Concerned, she asked, "Heroin, what happened to your neck? Who did this?"

Draconian intervened with a smirk, "He asked a snake to bite him, and the snake did what she loves to do."

Heroin's adventurous choice left their grandmother in shock, "Huh? Snake..."

Vold quickly interjected, "Mother, it's just a joke."

Grandmother playfully responded, "Who said I was serious?"

Lily seemed a bit uneasy, murmuring, "Creatures."

However, the atmosphere shifted when Vold announced, "I'm going out for about 15 days, so be nice while I'm gone."

A wide smile crossed Lily's face upon hearing the news.

Meanwhile, Draconian's hands shook, reflecting her hidden fear.

Draconian couldn't contain her trembling, so she swiftly left the place. With a fear on her face, Lily asked, "Draconian baby, where are you going?" But Draconian continued without a word, ignoring her mother's inquiry.

Returning to the place surrounded by black roses and thorns, Draconian braved the scratches and entered. There, in the heart of the eerie setting, she found the grave. Sitting upon it, she began to speak, "Dad is going somewhere, and now I only have you. Can you grant me the power to hold this place?"

And after all that, she went to her school. When she entered, everyone seemed to be scared of her, and they were talking about her to their friends, "She is so scary, right? We don't need to watch a ghost movie."

"Uff, she smells like blood, scary..."

"Do you know she has a brother?"

"I heard she never lasted at another school for more than 1 week, but here she did it."

"Her brother is still funny, but her..."

People were talking like this, but Draconian didn't care at all.

But while everyone was fearing, three girls came and confronted her. Everyone was afraid of what might happen next. One girl spoke to her, "Hey, you smelly, you smell like blood. Whom did you kill?"

Another girl said, "You are supposed to be at the graveyard, not here."

Draconian replied softly but in a harsh voice, staring at them, "I killed one person who was trying to get me, and after killing him, I drank his blood and fried his flesh in my bathtub. Don't talk too much; otherwise, it might be your turn."

And Draconian turned to the other girl, "I just came from the graveyard. Someday you'll also be there."

Another girl shouted, "Who are you to tell us that, b**ch?"

Draconian replied, "Don't shout. I don't change my words."

The girl demanded again, "Who the hell are you?"

Draconian coldly answered, "Love has limitless boundaries, just like hate, and storms conceal hidden evils. And that is me."

After replying, she pushed the middle girl and went on her way, undeterred.

"In classroom"

"In the classroom, the teacher was engrossed in teaching when a boy decided to take Draconian's pen without permission. He playfully asked, "Lend me this pen for a while."

She responded firmly, "Why? This pen is not for anyone to use."

Undeterred, the boy attempted to flirt with Draconian, saying, "I want your pen to write about our relationship."

Draconian retorted, "When you don't even have a pen to write about our relationship, don't even think about playing games."

With that, she snatched the pen back from him.

Thinking she was joking, the boy tried to take the pen again, but Draconian firmly held it with its sharp front, and with force, she pierced his hand, causing it to bleed.

Witnessing the incident, the students on the adjacent benches were startled and intended to report it to the teacher. However, the boy stopped them, but their fear vanished when Draconian locked eyes with them. Her powerful gaze silenced them, leaving the boy shocked by her aura.

The students on the side benches cautioned Draconian, saying, "You don't know who he is. You're going to regret this."

The boy continued to gaze into Draconian's eyes, leaving her feeling uneasy. As she tried to pull the pen away, an unusual sense of awkwardness engulfed her. In the process, she accidentally stabbed her own hand, causing blood to mix with the boy's on the desk.

In a rush, she fled to the washroom to tend to her injured hand. In an inexplicable moment, she licked the blood on her finger. To her astonishment, she experienced a vision of the boy, revealing that he was the son of the richest and most famous person in town. Furthermore, she saw a peculiar sight of him with herself in a field of dandelions. Though she couldn't confirm if he was a wolf like his father, she recalled his name - Lavish.

Upon waking from the vision, Draconian's mind was in turmoil, and a splitting headache ensued. She tried to rationalize, thinking, "Perhaps my vision got a little blurry and mistaken..." Yet, the truth remained shrouded in mystery.

Despite the surprise, Draconian found herself drawn to the intriguing revelations of her visions. The desire to uncover the truth and face unexpected surprises now ignited within her.

She uttered,"It's getting fun in this school."

Contemplating the boy's ability to hold her gaze while others couldn't even look, she speculated, "He is something akin to his father. I should deal with him..."

In the classroom, the teacher delivered concerning news, stating that someone had killed a wolf in the jungle the night before. The suspicion fell upon the students, especially Draconian, and the police were investigating the matter. Lavish, however, fiercely defended Draconian, insisting that they couldn't blame her without knowing anything about her family or friends.

Draconian, intrigued by Lavish's assertiveness, thought to herself, "This boy is something. I think I've found my horse that can take me to my destination."

After school ended, she noticed her brother being questioned by the police. Curious, she approached and asked why he was under investigation.

The teacher, who remained suspicious, replied, "As I suspected these two, your brother's friend saw him going towards the woods."

Heroin calmly explained, "I went there to find peace."

Draconian chimed in, "He is right; it's part of our family tradition."

With no solid evidence, the police had to let them go, but the teacher warned, "I have my eye on you... two."

On their way home, Draconian questioned her brother, "Why did you kill the wolf? You could have come with me, and I would have taught you."

To her shock, Heroin denied any involvement, saying, "No, I went to the woods because I saw an unknown man going there. I didn't kill the wolf, and why would I harm a creature of our own blood?"

Draconian agreed, "That makes sense. So, the teacher was shouting with no reason. I will teach him..."

A new chapter was unlocked in my life and my novel when I was small. I stumbled upon my mother's lifeless body lying on a field of stones. The realization that she was gone shattered my world, igniting an unyielding desire for justice. Since that day, I have been on a relentless search for the person responsible for taking away the most important person in my life-my mother. My brother, Heroin, shares the same quest for answers, bound by the tragedy that befell our family.

From that moment on, I embarked on an unwavering pursuit, leaving no stone unturned in my quest for the truth. Every piece of the puzzle I gathered fueled the fire of vengeance within me, as I vowed to unmask the individual behind this heart-wrenching loss. Behind my mother's body there was a big scratch of wolf nails.

I developed a profound hatred for wolves.

Then, unexpectedly, my father presented me with a gift-the very thing I despised the most.

The door of my home creaked open, and the moment I had been anticipating finally arrived. But little did she know, I am not the same person she once knew-I am stronger now.

Lily welcomed us with false warmth and declared, "Hello Draconian, now what? I'm the king and queen of this house. This is my house."

Her hand gripped tightly around my neck, but she stopped herself, taunting, "No, not now. You need to feel more pain."

You might believe that she has changed, but the truth is she was always like this.

I know you must be curious...