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Chapter 21

The next day my father drove me to the new school. There was no hesitation, no discussion, only immediate enrollment.

I had known my entire life I wasn’t very monster-like, but I was proud of that. I was different, I was special, I was Rask. Now I was going to a school to make me more of a monster.

Lord Rask talked awkwardly about what he had been up to lately like any dad. He talked about work and everyday things like the weather. One would never know he was one of the most ferocious monsters to ever live.

Tarous was with us. It had been arranged that he would accompany me to the school as my servant. I was starting to get attached to Tarous. He was a little weird for a human, I liked that. I was a little weird for a monster. Eventually the conversation turned to talk of our invasion of the human realm. I’m sure Tarous found it charming to listen to our talk of the slaughter of his people.

My father mentioned that currently we were occupying the school of witches and that the humans didn’t possess a strong enough force to push us back into our realm. It was only a matter of time before we started sending large forces into the human realm to kill and capture humans for food.

Human cars were now all the rage, except for the part about them running on gas. A large Grootslang pulled an old jeep by two thick metal cables like an oversized horse and carriage. Truthfully, Grootslang were way better on the environment than normal cars that ran on gas. Monsters actually care about the environment, we aren’t humans after all.

I enjoyed the ride. I don’t think Tarous enjoyed how the Grootslang’s snake tail was looking at him over the hood of the car. I could swear that if snakes could smile this one was. He even licked his lips. I was rather glad that Rasks are hard to digest.

“Dad, what do you think my chances are of surviving this school?” I asked in a kind and sweet voice. I know I wasn’t the most monster of monsters, but I figured I still had a good chance. I was a Rask after all. Sadly I had never been good at making friends amongst monsters. I was different. I did things differently from most monsters. Like speaking in complete sentences and I occasionally bathed.

“100%,” my father replied with a smile. Instantly all my worries seemed to melt away. If my father had this much confidence in me I knew everything would be fine.

“Good.” I had been worried that I wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Of dying that is,” said my father. I could feel all my confidence washing away. Bye bye confidence, I’ll miss you.

I could see Tarous fighting the urge to roll his eyes, it would be cliché at this point. Besides, he needed to focus on keeping the Grootslang snake tail from eating him.

“You could have left that last part out. Do you really think I’m going to die?” I asked my father sincerely.

My dad stopped and thought for a minute. “There’s a very good chance you’re probably going to die.”

“You could have just said you don’t know. I not even gonna ask you the chances of me surviving my future wife. Dad, why are you laughing?”

We eventually pulled up to an old grey stone castle, which looked very cliché. Stone gargoyles, drawbridge, it even had a moat. The car stopped and I hopped out of the car along with Tarous.

“Bye Dad.”

“Bye son,” Lord Rask waved, “you’re so going to die,” he added in a whispered voice while shaking his head from side to side solemnly.

“What?” I quickly asked.

“What?” asked Lord Rask with a look of pure innocence on his face.

“He said you were going to die,” Tarous said in a bored voice.

The door shut and Lord Rask drove off. The speed at which they took off caused a cloud of dust to spring up causing me to cough. I turned to the castle of misfit monsters and took a deep breath. If I had known what was in store for me, I would have taken two deep breaths and then quickly ran away.

“I can do this,” I psyched myself up. I shook my head side to side and then gave myself a slap on my right cheek. Tarous looked at me like I was crazy. I very well might have been.

“It probably won’t be all that bad,” commented Tarous, who was trying to cheer me up. I really appreciated it.

“You want to bet?” I replied back to Tarous.

“Edward!” yelled a monster as he ran towards us. He was dressed in a red shirt and black pants. On top of his head was a large red mohawk. He was very tall, every bit of 7 foot tall. Including the mohawk that is. Without it he was only around 6 foot 4 inches. I sadly recognized this monster.

“Edward!” yelled a female monster this time. She also ran towards us. She was dressed in black yoga pants and an athletic crop top. She had light red skin and long dark purple hair pulled up into a pony tail with horns on each side of her head poking up through her hair. She also had red and black wings folded up against her back to be out of the way.

Her name was Mary and she was a succubus and mohawk guy was Jeb. Jeb was a very… special… type of monster. Many things about Jeb were… special. I had actually known Jeb and Mary for a long time because their families were close allies of the Rask Clan. Mary was from the Succubus Clan, a clan of low level