The Dragon Clan Book 1: Bride of The Phoenix

Strange Dreams and New Neighbors

All I could see was utter darkness; cold and empty darkness. I was clueless to what was going on, where I was, or how I even got here. But I did know that I wasn't alone.

"Miki..."A voice said. A male voice to be specific.

I turned to my left, then to my right; I, of course, could not see a thing. However, I could hear what he was doing. The man (or boy) settled behind me and he held me in his lap.

"Miki..." he repeated.

No man alive should have this voice. It was like molten honey, sweet and soothing, but also like a roaring fire, possessive and angry. His strong arms are wrapped around me in a tight possessive hold, as if he had lost me once and did not intend to do so again. His touch was familiar, his voice rang that mental bell of recognition; I knew that I had once known this person.

I woke up with a gasp. I shot out of bed, my ears started to ring causing me to cringe a bit. For the past year I've been having the same dream and not once had it changed. This dream had caused me many problems with sleep over the months but now I was more used to it.

"Damn it!" I whispered into the night, "This is starting to get annoying!"

I ran my hand through my messy bangs and checked my clock. It's bright red numbers temporally blinded me.

12:30 A.M.

With a frustrated sigh I flopped onto my back and gazed out my bedroom window. I watched the stars as I tried to force myself to relax. I may have been having the same dream for at least a year but my reaction to it has not changed and probably never will. I rolled over onto my left side and noticed something odd. Nothing big, just a small folded paper on my floor near my vanity. I shoved my bed covers off of me and tip-toed over to the paper. I picked it up and notice a strange symbol printed on it.

I unfolded the paper an read it:

My Dearest Miki,

Finally, I get to hold my beautiful fiancee for the first time in both of our lives. I'm looking forward to claiming you, my dear Miki.

Until then, sleep well.

Whoever wrote this had very neat handwriting; you couldn't mistake what was written here. There was no name on it so I stared at the symbol on it. It looked like the kanji for dragon but it was hard to tell because some other symbol intersected with it. I would have tried to decipher it but I started to feel my eyes droop so I just place it on my vanity and crawled back into bed. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

My alarm blared loudly, signaling me to get up for school. I hit the snooze button but to my horror my mom set another alarm clock in my room and it was still going off! Getting out of my bed I annoyingly slammed my palm on the snooze button and unplug the offending alarm.

"Miki!" My mother called from the kitchen, "Breakfast!"

I groaned as I lifted myself up. Why must I have to get up so early?

"Miki!" Erik started beating on my bedroom door, "Come on ugly, get up!"

"What did you just call me!?" I shouted before slamming my door open.

Erik took off, running downstairs in fake panic. Erik was my younger brother by six years, quite the troublemaker and brat if you asked me. We did look alike but not by much we only shared eye and skin color. Erik had sandy brown blonde hair while mine was red, brown, dark brown, and blonde. We both differed in personality a bit as well. Erik was the typical boy, he loved sports and skateboarding while he was average in everything academic. His idea of art was anything that showed stick-figures fighting quite gruesomely. I was more academic and artistic than him but I enjoyed running around for fun than for a grade.

"Ah! The ugly has risen from its cave!"

"You runt!" I yelled as I raced after him. Yeah Erik was only ten years old making it normal for him to be short but he hated being called a runt.

"Knock it off you two!" Mom yelled, "Both of you get dressed."

I mumbled a few choice words about my brother and climbed the stairs back to my room, this was why I was not a morning person. When I entered my room I heard a loud noise, like a truck, from the house next door. I didn't think anything of it and ignored it as I got dressed. I threw on my black tank-top with a red skull imprinted on the right side and a pair of my old worn blue jeans. I have a sort of love for small heeled boots and combat boots so I also put on my favorite black combat boots. Oddly enough they never caused me any pain like some people would, especially after walking a bit to school. While I was combing my hair, which was a rat nest almost with all those damn tangles, I saw the small note on my vanity from last night.

"I forgot about you." I whispered as I picked up the note and read it again. Nothing changed, not like I expected it to, but I did read the Kanji a bit more carefully. It looked like it read Dragon something, I couldn't really read it that well. I was not great at reading Kanji in Japanese. When I finished the noise got slightly louder. I was annoyed and curious so I peeked out the window and saw a U-Haul truck being unpacked. Two men were pulling out a couch, one was grinning while the other swore like a sailor; I'm assuming that one got hurt.

"New neighbors?" I asked myself, "How convenient, my class is suppose to be getting a new student today."

I walked downstairs and grabbed my pure black messenger bag that was covered in anime patches and pins. I have a small obsession with Japanese anime, I mean those cartoons were just far too cute for me not to like 'em. I also loved their new franchise of the Pretty Cure, a magical girl anime that had be progressing since 2004 at the very least. My favorite Precure was Suite Precure and I loved Cure Melody. Next to the Precure I have a fascination with the Vocaloids, Miku and Luka were my favorites and I had two or three pins of them on my bag.

"Don't you want breakfast Miki?" My mom asked as she continued to cook, her long pure golden blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, "I made your favorite."

I stared at the two large plates. One had scrambled eggs, the other had fried potatoes.

"I'll have a little bit. After all I have to wait Lucas and Alexis."

She laughed as she filled my plate. She gave me a somewhat large helping of both the eggs and potatoes, I had a small flashback to when I would claim she was trying to fatten me up so that she could eat me.

"I was wondering why you got up so early. Normally you sleep in until I have to drive you to school."

I glared at her while I heard Erik hop over to us still in his Pajamas. A well known grin was smothered onto to his face, the same grin he'd give us on Halloween.

"Erik," Mom was ready to scold him.

"But its Pajama Day!" he smiled cheekily, "I can wear 'em to school."

Erik's elementary school had a Pajama day every Friday, it's his favorite day because he can come to school in his pajamas and not get into trouble for it. However, that wasn't Mom's point here.

"I just bought you those Pajamas Erik!" she said sternly, "I don't want you ruining them!"

"I won't!" he argued.

"Yesterday, you said your class was going to be making hand prints." I said form the table, shoving pieces of egg and potato in my mouth, " Last time you guys made hand prints Mom had to go bring you more clothes because you tried making a butt print."

Erik glared at me then stared back at Mom.


"No." she said, "Now go put on your old pajamas or actually get dressed. Take your pick."

Erik crossed his arms over his chest and stomped back upstairs. I can already tell that he wasn't going to listen to Mom so I sent Alexis a quick text to hurry up. He didn't reply, instead he knocked on the window beside me.

"Eek!" I squeaked I managed to not drop my phone into my food.

"Get your butt out here missy!" he laughed his twin brother, Lucas, smiled behind him in a apologetic manner.

I growled, "You jerk!"

"Have fun at school." Mom chuckled as she began to pick up my plate.

I rushed out the door and kicked Alexis in the leg. He grabbed his shin and groaned while Lucas backed away from my wrath.

"Ow!" he cringed, "What did I do?"

I stuck my tongue out at him and directed my attention to Lucas.

"Morning Miki-chan." Lucas smiled sheepishly.

"Morning Lucas-kun." I said, ignoring Alexis as he bad-mouthed me from behind. Lucas and I were in the same Japanese class so we often would say our names the way we would in class. Before I could say an insult to evil twin the U-haul truck suddenly revved up and drove off. We all turned and watched the truck drive away.

"What were they doing here? You got new neighbors or something?" Lucas asked.

"Looks like," I said as I stared at the house. Through the windows I noticed that there was someone preparing to leave the house, "Not our business though. Let's get going."

The twins exchanged glances before following me down the street toward our high school, Port Louis High. They were silent for a few minutes but Lucas decided to ask about my obvious tired expression.

"Did you have that dream again?" he asked quietly.

I shrugged, "I don't know why I'm having it or why it's still the same."

Alexis scratched his head, "You know it could mean something. Like maybe one of those future dreams?"

"I doubt it would be repeating itself if it was." I sighed.

"Maybe you should look into it." Lucas suggested, "Surely other people have had this type of dream before."

"That's the problem." I said, almost rudely, "I've tried but I can't find anything. I don't want to go to a councilor or anything, I just want to know why I'm having these dreams and how do I stop having them."

"We'll help you Miki." Alexis smiled, "Tonight Lucas and I will start digging around on the internet."

We past the gate of our school and saw our friends, Jillian and Victor, arguing over who knows what. They were once that couple everyone thought was super cute but after a year of dating they started having issues, what those issues were I had no clue; Jillian was the shy secret type.

"Oh great," Lucas muttered, "I'll be going now. I have to go see my English teacher!"

I chuckled as Alexis yelled at Lucas for not being a real man. It was then I saw a flash of red through the corner of my eye. I turned and saw a boy with dark red hair walking toward the main office.

For some reason, he looked very familiar. I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he turned around and gazed at me. Before I turned away I could have sworn that he was grinning at me. Who was that guy, and why was he familiar?