That aggressive side of me was getting tired of being cooped up. I knew I could kill them all before they even knew what hit them. All the farmers anyway. There were a few soldiers that had given me some trouble, and I hadn't even seen the strongest of them yet. There were elves capable of conquering worlds on this planet somewhere.
The world conquerors were allowed to rule over the planet they conquered so more then likely I would find the most powerful elves on this planet at the capitol of it. I was excited. Maybe I'd find someone else that could so easily see through my deception like that human ability user I'd encountered a few years back. She'd been terrified of me. Mainly because she could see what I truthfully was, and she didn't what I was.
Such a simple nonsense fear. How did she survive knowing the hidden faces of everyone around her? I only knew what my bonded hid from the rest of the world. Like the fear, and anger Ethan refused to show the world now that he'd become a dragon kin. That strong front was still just a front, but Ethan was using it to rebuild himself from within.
I didn't know if that was a good way to get around his fears, but at the same time I didn't know if I cared as long as it worked for him. I guess I really needed to think about what I would do to help Sekka once he decided to change his mind, and properly become one of my bonded. I knew he would advance quickly once he realized how well our personalities went together. I just needed to start with rescuing his mom. Sekka was probably the most mentally damaged, but somehow also the most resilient of the people I knew.
He'd suffered so much, and so deeply that there was very little that could phase him. Yet one little push would be enough to break him completely. It was an odd sort of frailty that I had never experienced before. I personally didn't have an attachment to something like a parent. Mine had died before I could remember them.
My rebirth as a dragon gave me a third genetic option for parent, but even that fragment of her wasn't someone I wanted to know or be attached to on a personal level. Her last act of creating the memory hall for me to more effectively store the system information as well as her own fragmented memories was the most affectionate gesture she'd even attempted. That didn't really fit with the image of a parent I pictured in my head. It wasn't that I didn't want parents. I just simply wouldn't know what to do if I were introduced to physical parents right here, and now.
That didn't stop me from envying those that had parents from the beginning, and still had them now. Even if Savannah had fallen out of favor with her father. He was still his father. I crossed my arms over my chest, and stiffened up my gait. Trying to appear as if I were cold.
It wasn't something I'd practiced so I wasn't sure if it looked a hundred percent genuine, but as long as it convinced the elves the slaves wouldn't say anything. I imagined that a few that were suffering the worst had pretended to be worse off then they actually were just to have their suffering end. That kind of depressing life just angered me more. I wondered how Sekka handled it all. It was clear from his emotional hues that he was barely hanging on half the time.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his mother was still alive? It wasn't a bad goal really. To get your mother back, and allow her to experience a life without suffering once again. Then there was this uncanny familiarity I felt when dealing with him. Sometimes he could be incredibly calculating.
That was probably the main reason he was doing so well as my supposed master. He literally could fake it until he made it. I didn't know what he had planned when I set him loose, but I didn't think it had anything to do with revenge or some petty motive like that. Maybe he didn't have anything planned like most people who thought that such a thing was impossible. Many of the slaves we'd already rescued insisted on doing menial work.
Maybe it was the years of hard labor. Maybe it was the abuse they received when they didn't work, but despite not being required to they were working. If only all humans were this reasonable. Then again a large number of the slaves we rescued weren't actually human. My jaw clenched as I focused on just putting one foot in front of the other for a good long while.
Eventually we left the line of site of the slaves in the fields. It took a long time given my line of sight, and the spectrum at which I could see, but we did eventually make it beyond the haze of superiority, and the damp feel of oppression. I would've smirked if it wasn't for the danger that would put me in. Oppression had a very particular feel, and look to it so it was nice to have it lifted. I felt a little guilty that I could just leave like that without having a problem, but that strong sense of relief wouldn't go away because I felt bad about it.
I probably wouldn't feel anything at all if it wasn't for the fact that I was born human. The smirk dropped as soon as I saw someone else on the road. In fact it appeared that this road was quite busy so I hopped off the bird, and jogged up next to Sekka. I maintained that jogging pace as we moved closer to the capital. Large impressive hotels formed from small groves of trees cropped up alongside the road.