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Story Of My Life

TWENTY YEARS AGO... August 23, 5481

So there are three things you should know: One, I'm from a country named Eclia, two, Eclia has different dragons and we have many dragon riders; three, I am currently on fire. Ever since that night in the forest, I try to control the fire that lives in my blood.

As a Rider from the Black Soul Kingdom, I shouldn't be able to do this. I shouldn't be able to summon fire as easy as it is to breathe. As a Warrior's son, I shouldn't be able to understand the dragon language, Draconei. Draconei is wired into Royal Born's brains from the moment they are born. That only means two things, either I'm adopted or I've been kidnapped as a child. Since my mother can't hurt a fly, I'm going to guess I am adopted.

Speaking of my lovely mother, who stands a merely 5 foot, is looking at me with wide eyes. "So I guess it's time to tell you that you are adopted now?" She asks with a small smile and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. I threw my head back as I laughed and looked at my angelic mother once again.

"What gave it away? That I'm on fire and not burning?" I asked with a small smirk on my face and she giggled. I took a deep breath and imagined the fire going away, and exhaling. The fire went away and I walked into the room from the balcony I was just on. "So spill it," I told her and she sat down on the edge of her bed, while I sat in one of her lounge chairs.

"When you were a child, a good friend of mine had a brother, she said that he was giving up his son and asked if I was still wanting a child. When I was 20 years old, the doctor told me that I would never be able to have children, due to a medical surgery I had that ruined my ovaries," She got teary-eyed and I sat down next to her, "So when she told me that I had a chance of having a child, I said yes. I didn't care that you were already 3 years old, that you were a pyromatic, I just.. knew in my heart that you were meant to be my son. Then I met you and that's when I knew it in my soul that you had always been my child." She explained to me and at the end, we were both in tears. We held onto each other and I loved my mother, adopted or not, she would always be the woman I adored the most.

With Dad, he would always be my number one supporter. I knew in my heart, that my parents loved me, and I knew in my soul that my biological parents gave me a chance with my adoptive parents.

FIVE YEARS AGO... December 8, 5500.

Courage, a seven lettered word that can make or break a man. Bravery, another seven lettered word that makes the man. Right now though, I just need to work the stage. Walk across this stage and grab my certificate. I live in East Eclia, the continent is made up of 10 Kingdoms. It used to be anyway. My certificate is in Eclia History and Politics; one step closer to the job I've been training for my entire life. The Higher Education establishment has been great for the past four years, and this is just proving that another chapter of my life is going to unfold.

"Pluto Kwon, Certificate in Eclia History and Politics." The maester announces and I walk across the stage. I shook his hand along with some of the teachers that helped with my classes along my educational journey. I look over and I see my family. My parents, my best friend, and my best friend's family who happen to be the rulers of this Kingdom. The Black Soul Kingdom, known for its tracking Black dragons, the same dragons who spit acid as their breath weapon, and their riders who can empower anything they touch with acid. Dual axes as their weapon combat, lethal in hand to hand. I would know, my father's High General and I've been trained to take his spot in the Court of Acid since I was 7 years old. I walk down the steps and back into my seat. They continue to read off names since I'm in the middle of the alphabet. I'm adopted, you can obviously tell when you look at my parents. My mother has black hair, blue eyes, and a rosy complexion. My father has black hair, brown eyes, and his eyes are almond shaped. My father looks like he was born and raised here, my mother obviously not from here. I don't look like I am from here either, my dirty blonde hair that is almost a light brown depending on the light, my bright blue eyes, and my tan skin.

"Class of 5500, you have graduated!" The maester claps and so do the rest of us. People start piling out, and I am one of the last ones to walk out, of course. I walk through the arch doorway, and turn to my left.  Jaejin Cha. He's beautiful, charismatic, and totally, out of reach. My best friend since I met him at the age of seven. With his black hair, his brown eyes, almond shaped and all. His high cheekbones, double eyelids (not as noticeable as others in this Kingdom), and a tall nose-bridge but slim at the same time.

"Pluto Kwon!" Jaejin grins at me, and gives me a hug. His knuckle grazes over the top of my head and I grab his wrist, pulling it away from my head.

"Jaejin Cha, you are not about to mess up my hair." I smile at him and jokingly push the boy I love away from me. My mom is the one to bring me into her arms and I can see the tears in her eyes.

"Zsoka, we talked about this-" My father starts but my mother gives him a death-glare that I wish on nobody. The Gods know I've gotten enough of those looks. I am not proud of my teenage years that I spent giving my mother a headache, and along with serving me that look.

"Mom, it's just graduating. I'm not leaving remember?" I pull back and place my hands on my mom's shoulders. My mom doesn't seem to let up on the tears though because she gives me that half smile, that she's trying to be okay for me. This look is very familiar to me, probably because it happened twenty years ago. When it happened. When my life changed. It's still up for debate if it was for the better or for the worst. Only time would tell.

THE PRESENT... DECEMBER 15, 5505.

The celebration of Yule, my Kingdom celebrates from December 21 to January 1. Six days ahead means the Queen is running around, decorating every part of the Castle that I also reside in. When my father got promoted, seventy-five years ago, the King and Queen moved us into the Castle, thanks to my father being one of the King's most trusted generals, plus friends. That meant one thing; I live in the castle with the heir of the throne also known as Jaejin Cha, also known as the man I've been in love with since I've known what love was.

It's not ideal, I know. Being in love with a straight man is possibly the dumbest idea I've had ever since I was born. But hey, the heart doesn't really give a shit. It doesn't give a shit that Jaejin has these girls all over him, that he has a girlfriend, and that I'm a fucking pyromatic. That's the kicker.

"So what are we doing for Yule?" Jaejin was just laying down on my bed, on his phone. I was cleaning up my room, again. I was a bit of a messy person and my mother sure as hell was ready to bite my head off, "We are in the castle of acid, Pluto!" She told me. So I listened and valued my life so I was cleaning.

"I think I heard my mom say something about your parents hosting a party. A dinner, spending time with family plus friends. A get-together," I told him and he looked up at me, "And before you ask, no I am not telling you who I got for white dragon." White dragon was a gift exchange game we played every Yule, you picked a name out of a hat and got that person a present.

"How did you even know I was going to ask you that?" JJ looked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him, not believing a word my best friend said.

"Okay, Jin, what were you going to ask me?" I asked him, placing my hands on my hips. He smiled at me and I could tell he was holding his laughter.

"I was actually going to ask how you and your family are holding up when you moved in. Have the bullies stopped as well?" He said and I froze. We haven't really spoken much about the move since we did move in, he was always busy with a new task or being trained on how to be the future King. That or he forgot to ask me.

"Well my mom is head chef, my father is too busy with his own duties to really do anything else." I told him and kept picking up more clothes.

"Okay, and you? Pluto Zorán." He called and I looked behind me, he was sitting up on my bed. His phone was placed face down on the bed and he was giving me that look. The look of an Heir, someone who cared about me, and someone that looked like he loved me. It scared me but I kept holding his gaze.

"I'm... I'm okay. It's different and... I don't know. I'm doing okay though. You don't have to worry about me-"

"Pluto," He warned, "You're my little Pyro. I'm going to worry about you. Constantly." He gave me one of those gentle smiles again, and I nearly fainted. He could be so effortlessly handsome.

"Okay fine," I sat in the chair across from my bed, "I'm scared because I don't know that I belong here and before you interrupt just listen," I told him and he smirked. "I'm adopted. I can't wield acid, I wield the enemy's power, fire. I'm a pyromatic and there is nothing that will change that. I'm from Red Blaze. I could go on with my life and not see what is there for me but I'm a Kwon," I shrugged as if it was that simple, "I have to know. Someday I want to go to Red Blaze." I told him and he sighed. He had a frown on his face and really looked at me.

"You may not be a Soulian," He stood up and kneeled in front of me, hands on my knees. I felt like I was on a high; he is the heir of this Kingdom, and he is kneeling down for me, "But you do belong here, Pluto. You are family. We love you." He said softly, a gulp going down his throat. "I love you, Pluto. My pyro. My other half." He said and I wanted to cry. Wanted to cry out that I wanted to be his Mate, his one and only. That he belonged to me and not his cheerleader girlfriend.

"I appreciate that. I love you. More than you'll know," I said, looking down at him and putting my hands on top of his, "But I have to find out who I am, Jaejin. I may be part Soulian in my heart, but in my blood, the fire calls to me and I have to find out why. When the time comes, I need you to let me go-"

"Pluto, stop. Why are you-" I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and searched those brown eyes.

"Jaejin Cha, listen to me," I whispered, "I need you to let me go and let me figure myself out, okay? Promise me. Promise that you'll do that for me."

"I promise."