The Charlatan

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"My name is Parch I am a normal SandWing with normal SandWing thoughts and wishes." Parch repeated that over and over in her mind. "My name is Parch I am a normal SandWing with normal SandWing thoughts and wishes." But that's not what the voice said. 
"Your name may be Parch but you are not a normal SandWing. I'm your life, I'm the one who cares. I'm your only true friend now. I'm you. You're my mask you're my cover my shelter. You're my mask you’re the one who's blamed. I'm your pain." Parch shook her head. 
"No! you're not me!" "My name is Parch I am a normal SandWing with normal SandWing thots and wishes." 
"Hah you wish. You can't get rid of me. I'm the little voice in your head. I tell you what to do, you obey. If you don't, I can make you, do it anyway. I could make you hurt yourself or hurt others." 
"No! I won't let you. I'll-I'll tell someone about you!" 
"You'll tell one of the teachers about the little voice in your head telling you to do things? That would get us both killed or locked away forever. No, you're too important to me, to my destiny." the voice was silent for a while then said "I was a fool to think that Pyrrhia could be ruled by a king. That's why I need you. To be me. To be queen." 
"What makes you think I want to do that." Parch said chuckling dryly. "You were right though, about it being stupid to tell the teachers about you." 
"You see, we can work together. I know you Parch. The youngest of five. Always feeling like your older siblings got all the attention because they were Outclaws or soldiers, I know you want power. To show everyone how strong you are and how wrong they were to ignore you."
"You're laying it on pretty thick." Parch said grinning. 
"Am I? You would think I would know myself pretty well-" Parch cut the voice or was it him off. 
"No. You know me pretty well. Just because you apparently are a part of my now doesn't mean that you are me. You're just a part. Like an extra claw." 
"I'm hurt that you think of me that way. If we weren’t on such good terms right now, I'd hurt you but I won't, I'm nice like that."
"Sure, you are." Parch opened her eyes and looked around. "Are you still there?" she whispered wondering if everything had just been a dream. 
"Yes, I'm still here." the voice said just as loud as before. 
"What are you, like are you male or female? I can't tell." 
"I am you. I thought we already understood this." 
"I get that, so you're a girl." 
"No, I'm not. Your cheekiness is getting on my nerves. You know what I am. I can read your thoughts I know what you're going to say before you say it."
"So I don't even have to talk to you, just think?" 
"You could, but that would be annoying. It takes effort to read your thoughts and I don't have enough strength to keep it up." 
"Aw, is all mighty little voice too weak?" Parch said then cried out in pain. It felt like something was tearing every nerve in her body apart.
"Who's weak now. This is just the beginning of what I can do. I was lying before. I can't control you, but I can still hurt you." Parch was crying, the pain was unbearable. 
"Hey are you ok?!" Someone said, his voice full of worry. 
"Who's that?" The voice said 
"I-I don't know." Parch breathed. 
"Someone help me get her to the infirmary." 
"Hmmm. Maybe I was too harsh, I guess you live, and you learn. That's if you even survive the next few minutes. But I'm not worried."
"Wake up." Parch's head hurt. The world felt wrong. "Wake up." 
"Nnnuh…"
"Parch wake up!"
Slowly, very slowly Parch opened her eyes. "Don't move. Be quiet and listen." 
"Four months ago, I did something that I shouldn’t have done. I killed another dragonet. It wasn’t a fair fight; he was the most ruthless bully that I had ever known. His name was Rattler. He always picked on me. Made fun of me. Ever since the first time I spoke to him he never used my real name. He called me Hybrid. Nothing else just Hybrid. It was little things at first, hitting me in class or stealing my food. Normal bully behavior. I’d dealt with others like him before, fought others like him before. But Rattler was different, he liked to make a show of those he hurt. He said that I was going to fight him even though I didn’t want to. He called the other dragonets to make an area around us, to make sure that even at the cost of their own lives that they not let me leave the area until Rattler had finished me. They did everything that he asked it terrified me; how subservient they had been of him. Even my own friends formed around me. Their faces blank or filled with fear. I tried to escape but they wouldn’t let me they threw me back to Rattler, threw me to his feet. The only way out was to fight and win. As soon as I realized that I couldn’t do anything I attacked Rattler, I didn’t give him a chance to do anything. I broke his arm so violently that I nearly tore it off. I could have stopped there. And I wanted to, but the crowed closed in on me pressing me closer. Some even dared me to kill Rattler, because they hated him. The waved their venomous tales in my face, they said that if I didn’t kill Rattler, they’d kill me. And so, I did. I looked him in the eyes and smashed his head into the ground over and over. The crowd started screaming once Rattler’s head started coming apart. Some screamed some ran, but the once who’d threatened death laughed. They laughed and laughed. Then they attacked me, even though I had committed murder for them they still attacked me. Clawed me up badly would have killed me too if one of the teachers hadn’t rescued me. But I wasn’t safe. The Outclaws blamed me for murder. Cold blooded murder. They threatened imprisonment for life. But those others, my friends! I had asked, they told me to kill him. The Outclaws said that they had told me not to and that they were trying to stop me from hurting anyone else. I had never understood why I was so afraid of crowded places and how I had such a hard time making friends. Not because they insulted me and questioned how I look, but because I am afraid that they will turn on me instantly. Push me to murder. Then hurt me for it." 
"Who is that?" Parch asked under her breath. 
"That is your new best friend." 
"What? No way! Didn't you just hear him, he killed someone!" 
"He also said that he didn't mean it. That's why you're here to be his friend, to love him. To make him love you, he is the key to power." 
"Make him love me? What are you talking about?" 
"Come on Parch, you’re a smart dragon. You know what I'm talking about. And if you don't…"Burning pain seared threw Parch and it took all her strength not to spasm. 
"Ok! Ok!" Parch hissed. "I'll do it!" 
"Good. Now keep listening." 
"You aren’t the only one who has problems like what happened earlier. When the academy was a refugee camp, lots of the dragons who came here had the same problems as you Whirlwind. The war hurt lots of dragons, some of whom are still struggling.” Whirlwind felt better now, he had finally told someone about what had happened, about what he had done. 
"He is leaving." 
"Ok, what do you want me to do about it? I'm still here." 
"Just wait. Patients is a virtue."
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