Chapter One

Life as a prince sucks. And I should know.

My name is Blaine Regem, son of Ian Regem, the King of Western Dragonia, the most boring place to live.

I mean, it isn't too bad. All it really is is a walled off city surrounded by a bowl of mountains. Inside the walls is a huge town. Its a huge checkpoint for travelers who have coins to spare, because everything here is incredibly expensive. It isn't called 'Fortress City' for nothing. The name was my uncles idea.

Centered between all the shops inside the walls is the castle, where me, my dad, and my Uncle Vulcan live together as a family. My mom died in a fire that happened years ago in this very castle, but that's another story. I won't admit life is easy without her here, because believe me, it isn't. I barely even knew her, and dad and Vulcan refuse to talk about her at all. It's frustrating, really.

I often think about how I could stop all the stress going on in my head, and the only thing that comes to mind is the dream every kid has when they hear stories about them...

An adventurer.

They're always setting out on quests to reclaim lost treasure, fight off beasts threatening innocents, stuff like that. I want to be someone like that. Someone who people look to in times when all hope is lost. That's who I want to be.

When I first told my dad and uncle this, Vulcan was all in. He was like, "Kid, that's a great idea! An adventurer, huh? You'll have to train up if you want to get out there in the real world and go do adventuring stuff." Vulcan was always like that around me. Very uncle-y. He could get very serious when it came to battle strategies and defensive protocols, but apart from that, he was a chill guy. My dad, on the other hand, wasn't all in for it.

"You're the prince." he had said. "Your place is here."

So my dad disapproves of me becoming an adventurer. That's his opinion. But my dream is mine. I can be whoever I want, do anything I set my mind to.

I will be an adventurer, no matter who tells me otherwise. But first, I have to get through high school...

Chapter Two

So the morning of the first day of high school went off to a rough start.

I got up at the crack of dawn, dressed in my school outfit, a blue shirt with the school logo on it, a red tie, black shorts, and my favorite brown shoes. I had packed all the schoolbooks I would need for the day as well as a random book I had found in the library I had found and began to read the other day. It was called The Lord of the Rigs: Fellowship of the Ring. So far it was a pretty good book. I didn't like the orcs in it though. I know some orcs who live in the mountains. Me and Vulcan sometimes go camping or hiking in the mountains, and every so often, we run in to the Fortress Mountain Orcs, as Vulcan calls them. They have a real name, but it's hard to pronounce. They're really chill guys, and they don't fight unless they have to. It was from them that I learned that there are orcs in any habitat except watery, tropical, or the sort. They can't swim. They also have different skin color based on their habitat that they live in, which is cool.

Anyways, I got up and headed for Dragonia High, which was located in the most ridiculous spot imaginable.

See there are two big buildings in Fortress City: the castle, and Dragonia High, both are located directly across from each other, which is super frustrating, because that is a long walk. Grinding my teeth, I set off for the building where I would be spending the next three to four years at.

Dragonia High, I should tell you, is the only high school anywhere. That's why so many people move here, is that their kid can get an education before becoming an adult. Of course, it's also the best of the best. Everything there is high quality. Even the students. A majority of kids there are rich snobs who think they can do whatever they want because their parents are rich. I was unlucky enough to meet one of those snobs as soon as I got to the school.

A girl was talking to her friends when I got there. As soon as I was in eyesight, the girl looked up.

"Oh, look, girls." she said. "Another messy student. Seriously, DA should only take people from noble class families. Instead, they take in poor people who can't even afford an outfit. Where'd you find yours? The garbage?"

She laughed. Coldly.

It's not like my naturally white hair can be tamed. It's always messy, no matter how hard I try to brush it. The only reason I leave it the way it is is because of the two black horns at the beach of my head, which look really cool mixed with my wild hair.

"For your information, Miss, I purchased mine, as well as all the books needed for this year's class. Now if you'll excuse me..."

She stepped in my way. Clearly she didn't want to be ignored.

Smiling coldly, she said, "It must've taken all your life savings, huh? You saved up, only to lose all your money for an outfit you'll never wear except for going here and books you'll never read except for when you need to."

Rolling my eyes, I said back. "And you are...?"

"Oh, do forgive me where are my manners?" she said. "Cecelia Baker, daughter of Richard Baker."

I blinked. "Who?"

"You know me. Everyone knows me!" she said.

"You sure?"

She looked offended. "And who are you? Someone who clearly has never heard of my family, that's for sure."

I bowed. "Prince Blaine Regem. Pleasure, Miss Baker. Now if you'll excuse me I need-"

"Now wait just a minute." she said.

Oh. MY. GOD! What does she want now?

"I've heard of you." she said. "You're the rebellious son of Ian Regem, right?"

"You know me, but I have no clue who you are. What are the odds?"

She glared at me. "You seriously have no idea?"

"Not a clue."

Her fists clenched, her teeth began to grind. "Well. I think you and I are going to have some problems, now won't we?"

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"Know this, Regem," she said. "You will know me soon enough, I swear I will not rest until you know who I am!"

"You won't have to wait long." I smirked.

"Let's go, girls." she said. Turning away toward the school she said. You'll pay for this, Regem. One day, you will pay."

As she walked off, a voice behind me said, "Wow."

Turning around, I was looking at the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Her eyes were sapphire blue, her hair as white as marble, and on the back of her head, I kid you not, we're two black horns.

"I've never seen someone stand up to Cecelia like that." she said. "You've got some guts."

"Th-thanks, I guess..." I said. Was I being complimented by a girl I found cute?

She smiled. "I'm unfortunate enough to know Cecelia, and even more unfortunate to be on the list of people she hates. I guess you are too, now, I guess."

I shrug.

She chuckles. Oh my God it is the most adorable sound I have ever heard.

Holding out her hand she said, "I'm Fyre Blacksteel. Nice to meet you."

I look at her hand, then at her. This can't be happening. But it was.

I shook her hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Blacksteel."

"Oh, please, call me Fyre." She said.

"Okay. Nice to meet you, Fyre."

For a moment, we kinda just looked at each other, hands still held.

"Well, I gotta get to class." she said, looking at the large clock built into the school.

"Same." I said. It was then that I noticed my face felt very warm. Warmer than usual. "Guess I'll... see you around!"

She looked back before saying, "...Yeah. I guess we will."

Best first day of high school ever.