Hey, guys! I was thinkin' of putting all those posts on the first superhero rp into one story. It is gonna be hard, but the plot and stuff will seriously be cool! 

I also just got done with the first part!

The format is probably gonna be weird, but…. 

CHAPTER ONE

Aveleen sighed, talking with her friends about absolutely nothing. She was bored. I mean, anyone would be bored if they knew they could be solving mysterious, but instead, they were in school!

She heard jeers in the background, and turned around, watching a few kids bully another. That boy, Draco, was not exactly happy about that. He glanced toward a candle, a smile spreading across his face. Those kids would pay for it. Big time. But as he was about to this his clever scheme, Aveleen strolled toward him and sat right next to him.

“Hello! I’m Aveleen…” She trailed off, remembering Draco didn’t like to talk much.

“I’m sorry those other kids are so rude,” she said, “But I’m not like them.”

As this conversation continued, Frank, a popular kid with easy humour, cut his friends in the middle of a sentence. He was quite interested in Draco, a boy who could be more powerful then he really is. Frank then suddenly gasped, as Draco started sending the candle flame toward the bullies who first started this. Aveleen noticed this too.

“Draco!” she cried out. Draco looked by at her, startled, and Aveleen moved the candlestick toward the fan with telekinesis. the flame then promptly extinguished.

“Well, at first I thought you were actually nice, but I suppose NOT!” Aveleen fumed. She snatched up her lunch tray and stormed off to talk to her friends again. Draco sighed, knowing that Aveleen could have been her friend. But if she hadn’t put out the candle with her telekinesis, I could have burned those bullies, He thought despite knowing Aveleen was nicer than others.

As Aveleen slid back into her seat, she thought again about what she did. Maybe Draco couldn’t control his powers! I mean, she would be pretty mad as well if those bullies had made fun of her. As a last attempt, she strolled back toward Draco.

“Listen, let’s start over. I’m Aveleen.” she smiled.

“And I’m Frank.” The popular kid had dashed toward Draco, absolutely fascinated with him. He sat down and looked at Draco.

“So, now that we got introductions over, why did you do that?”

Draco went to sleep on the obsidian ground. No pillow, no blanket, nothing. But to him, the hard rock felt like the softest feathers in the world.

The next morning, the boy opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. At first, he was terrified to be somewhere other than his old bed, but then he remembered what had happened, and his panic was replaced by sadness.

Phoenicious was leaning against a boulder in his human form, fiddling with something. Draco was too far away to see what. When the bearded man saw he was awake, he pocketed the object before Draco could catch a glimpse at it  and waved.

"Good morning, boy! Best night you've ever spent on rocks, eh?"

"Only night," Draco groaned, rubbing his back which was now strangely sore. "I thought you said there was no pain here!"

"Perhaps I might've stretched the truth about that," Phoenicious replied. "Ah, well, you'll get used to it." The man's voice softened. "Listen. I stayed up most of the night trying to telepathically reach your sister, andhave something I need to tell you about her."

"She's not…?"

"Well, it's difficult to explain. I lost connection with her, which usually means death. But a few minutes later, I regained a signal. But this one was… different. Almost identical to the previous one, but with a few subtle differences. In short, she may be dead, she may be alive. No way of knowing for sure."

Draco sighed, trying to cling onto the few shreds of hope he had that he would save Eleanor. 

The man put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Don't let that get you down," he said. "We've got a busy day ahead of us."

"You're right," Draco said, half sarcastically. "Go ahead and teach me the dragon stuff, or whatever."

On cue, Phoenicious paced back over to the boulder. "Lesson number one!" he said. "If a dragon is to breathe fire, they must first be immune to it. Now, although the fire in this place gives off no heat, you would still get burned if you touched it. How do we solve that problem?"

Phoenicious paused, expecting Draco to say something. When he didn't, the man continued. "It starts with this." Suddenly, Phoenicious took what he had been handling earlier out of his pocket, and tossed it over to Draco. The boy stretched out two hands, catching the small object.

When Draco looked in his hands, he saw a glowing orange amulet in the shape of a heart. Draco looked up from the beautiful amulet. "How will this help me?"

Phoenicious grinned. "Meet me in the cave."

The girl awoke, gasping for air. She tried to remember her life before passing out, but she could find nothing in her memories but dim images of people she had known, and a few nonsensical words. Her eyes drifted to her hands, and for some reason she was not shocked to see they were made of metal.