Hi beauties!

So I'm back in school, and it's both good and bad to be back. I'm someone who enjoys school, (Take out the homework ;3) And I fairly like going.

I like all the teachers I got, so that's good too. :D

Except..only one update per weekend..D: Or two, depending.

Enjoy!

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"Mom?" I wander through the kitchen and living room, looking for my mother so I could ask her a question about the wedding.

Speaking of, things are going okay with the preparations except that it's been pushed back. With everything going on, my parents and Jackson all agreed that it's best to wait until I'm better. Jackson's parents weren't happy, but they understood.

"I'm upstairs!" I heard her voice ring. Her and dad's room is on the second floor. I climb the stairs and go through the hallways, knocking on her bedroom door.

"Come in," she called.

I open her bedroom door, and walk into her large yet warm and homey bedroom. The walls are painted cream and has soft white carpets. Her bed is pushed to the opposite wall of the door, and a television next to the door played the news. Mom sat criss-cross, working on some work.

"Hi sweetie." Mom looked up, smiling. She pulled off her glasses. "What do you need?"

"Nothing, really," I admitted to her, shuffling over to her queen sized bed standing next to it.

Mom blinked. She moved away some papers and folders, patting a spot next to her. "Well, that's fine."

I sit down next to her and she wrapped her arm around my shoulders, kissing my head. "The reason I came here," I started, "is so that I could just talk with you."

Mom smiled. "We can do that."

I blink up at her, and ask, "Mom..will I be able to train?"

She gives me a weird look. "Where'd that come from, Faye?"

I shrugged, looking down. "I just..I just feel like I won't ever be able to do anything ever again."

Mom sighed, and moved everything to her side table. She leaned back against the pillows and I did the same.

"You won't be able to do a lot for a while," Mom tells me, playing with my hair. "You're still recovering."

"I know," I replied, looking up at the wooden posters holding up the bed. "I just..will I ever be able to fight? Ride Leto?"

"Yes," she said, which made me relax at once. I haven't lost the ability to be a real dragon rider, which made me smile. "But," she went on, making my hope drown a little, "not for a long time. When we do get you to start training, it'll be baby steps."

"Baby steps," I repeated, trying to stifle a giggle. "Okay. I can live with that."

"Oh," Mom says after a little silence, "by the way. About those markings. They're not anything bad, I promise, they're actually a symbol."

"Of?" I ask, blinking at her.

"It's shows you're a dragon rider," she tells me, taking my arm and pulling up the sleeve to my sweater. The black, vine-like markings hadn't moved since the hospital, but they were curled around my arm. They were on my back as well. "They move every so often when the magic is awoken."

"What does that mean?"

"Usually," she begins, "a dragon rider's magic is pretty dormant. I say dormant because it's not raging every second but it's not dead, either. It will awaken when we ask for it sometimes, but mostly it awakens when it senses you need it most. The magic is like.." she trailed off, as if thinking.

"Kind of like a protection system for our body?" I suggest.

She looks thoughtful. "Kind of..I mean, it does protect us in more than one way. Our bodies are built to stand the amount of magic in our blood. One drop of magic is more powerful than radiation, which is why we're so immune to the power. But if this magic was inside of a human, they wouldn't be able to withstand it, it would cause them to go insane."

"How?" I ask.

"Magic is almost like it's own organism," she tells me. "It's tricky. Because we've adapted to it, we are not affected by this. If put in a human, the magic would mess with their minds. Illusions, whispers in the mind. It would all cause the humans to go insane. And then it would kill them."

I was shocked into silence. Magic, a wonderful and amazing thing has a dark, dangerous side. Yep, there's nothing about that in Cinderella.

"That's insane," I murmured, glancing at the floor.

Mom smiled a little. "Literally."

I cracked a smile.

I sighed and got to my feet. "So, I have a question."

"Ask away." 

"Are we going back to Dragon's Cove?" I ask her, hoping for the answer I wanted.

"Yes," she says, looking down, "It's safer."

My heart fell and soared. I both wanted to go and not, because Ken and Lucy couldn't enter Dragon's Cove.

"But what about.." I start then trail off.

"Ken and Lucy will be fine," she tells me gently, as if reading my thoughts. "They'll be staying at the hotel nearest to Dragon's Cove."

I relaxed a little bit, seeing as I would still know they're fine. "Alright..if that's the best that can happen."

She nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so, sweetheart."

I smile a little at her. "It's okay, at least they'll be near."

"That's true."

"Thanks, Mom." I gave her a hug.

"Of course."

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I began to pack even though I didn't know when we were leaving. About halfway through I heard footsteps and turned to see Jackson.

"Hi," I say.

"Hey." His he hooked his fingers through the belt loops on his jeans and watched me. "Why're you packing?"

"Mom says we're going back to Dragon's Cove," I told him, folding a shirt and putting it in.

"You shouldn't be packing, though," he replied, walking over and placing his hands on my hips. I froze and blinked a few times. "You need to be resting."

"I'm not helpless," I mumbled to him as his hands slid up my sides and on my shoulders. Pleasure coursed through my body, and it took me everything not to moan.

"Of course not." His lips went to my neck. Oh sweet goodness, what was he doing? I bent my head to the side, as if automatically giving him more access. "But you're still not fully recovered."

What did he say? I tried to think of the words he said, but my head was filled with fog. A fog that wanted me to turn around and kiss Jackson right then and there.

"I'm.." I searched for words as he chuckled, placing a kiss on my jaw. "..Fine.."

"You sure, butterfly?" he whispered, lips now grazing my ear. "Lost of words?"

"Mmm?" I replied. Wait a minute.

Damn it Faye! Snap out of it!

I block out his kisses and whirl around on him, scowling and crossing my arms. 

He blinked, a silly grin on his face. 

"You..you.." I growled at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"You asshole!" I yell, stomping my foot.

He chuckled, walking closer to me. "You don't think that."

"Yes I do."

"No," he murmured, his lips on mine. "You don't."

I responded and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his torso. Soon enough, the kiss ended and he set me down gently, pulling me into a hug. 

I then remembered the hospital, and my heart dropped into my stomach.

"Jackson," I said then.

"Yes?" he asks, nuzzling my hair.

"I-I need to tell you something."

"Okay." He pulled back, looking down at me with a worried face. "What's wrong, butterfly?"

I blinked, and realized I was starting to cry. Gosh, I feel so bipolar.

"Well," I say, "I was in the hospital still and the doctor came in.."

"And?" He looks down at me, wiping my tears.

"I.." I sniffled, closing my eyes. I don't want to see his reaction when I tell him. "Jackson I may not be able to have children."

He was silent, which made me relieved and scared at the same time. Oh god..he hates me! I knew he would hate me when he found out, after all who wants to be with a girl who can't have kids?

He finally speaks, "May not? Or can't?"

I sighed, opening my eyes but not looking at Jackson. Instead I look at the floor. "He told us that I probably won't ever have children. If I do end up conceiving by chance, which is like a one percent I think, then it's a ninety-nine percent chance of a miscarriage," I sniffled, putting my face in my hands.

"Butterfly," he murmured, his fingers brushing my cheek. "Look at me."

I blink away tears and look up at him. I expected anger, hate, guilt even, but instead he looked sad, yet had a loving gaze. "It's going to be okay..He said might not, right? That doesn't mean it's impossible."

"But who would want to be with someone who can barely even produce now?" I ask.

"Me." He pulled me into a hug. "Me, Butterfly. We'll figure this out, and get through it, one way or another."

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LONG CHAPTER TODAAAYY! YEAAAH!

Haha, hope you enjoyed. :)

-Grace xx