my children's favorite pastime had always been to terrorize the nearby Village, much to the dismay of their fathers. Soon, the villagers had noticed that my children came home to me. many, or I could say almost all of them feared nearing my home. they believed that the dragons were still guarding our home and any provocation might induce another attack to there now peaceful Village, but there are those who still seek Vengeance on my sons. Those who believed that the dragons should be slayed to free their Land once and for all.
a band of men, who sought Vengeance on my sons, the dragons, welcome to my house to seek them out and slay them. they were a relatively small group of men who defied the orders of their Council. they came even after their Council felt that their interference may bring back the feared dragons because not unlike the men of old, they too, thirst for the spillage of blood. They were Savages.
I live alone in my house. My children's visits had grown sparse over the years. my two eldest Sons had by now built a family of Their Own. of course, thanks to Dean's Family secret camera over the years I have stayed young andagrless. my Straight, silver hair still clean in the light, my curves still as young as the day I first married him.
So I was defenseless to the men who came to seek revenge. When they arrived in my house and found me alone they thought that I had harbored the dragons. but I had forewarned them and hidden them. they kept me for days. they believed that sooner or later the dragons shall return to me. they thought they could use me to call out to my sons, so they could lure them into a trap, with me as bait. When I refused to help them They tortured me. Torture that only a woman could be subjected to. They passed me in between them. Using aggression and rough play.
after two weeks, tiring of waiting and of toying with me, they left me for dead. unfortunately, they did not know that I possessed immortality. for many excruciating nights I recovered and healed, I slowly my body return to its original state. if there was no denying that what they have done has left a mark.
yes, despite the pain and the violation I had enjoyed I would not be The last of my line. They had left me with child. I bore them for 9 months. gave birth to them in a normal way, this time with the help of a local midwife. There were two beautiful girls. They bore all the features that would have been their fathers, had I known which of them had fathered them, with the exception that they had silver hair just like mine.
They, these two beautiful girls, were my shame and my pride. my legacy. These girls grew as any normal children group. only that they grew alone.
my son's, after hearing of the violence The Village men had done to me, had hunted them down one-by-one and then had salvaged The Village to the point that the elders of their Council had begged before my eldest son ( by far the largest of my sons) the day I shall deal with the men to be early and that all reverence and no interference shall ever come to their mother. in so doing, we became feared. the silver hairs and their dragons.
so our ancestors line had lived on. My daughters were the key that we shall live on.
over the years, I tried to get in touch with Dean. after everything that had happened, I still love him. I sent letters abroad trying to reach them. For a long time now, I had already forgiven Sam his insanity. he had cost me a great deal of pain, yes, but I found holding onto painful memories only made my days lonelier.