As the days passed, I found myself reflecting on my encounter with the ancient tree. I felt a deeper connection to the natural world and began to see the beauty in every detail.
One day, Father called me to his side. "Tharros, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and serious. "It's time for you to explore more of our world and discover its wonders."
I felt a surge of excitement. "What do you mean, Father?" I asked.
"I mean that it's time for you to venture beyond our lands and see what lies beyond the horizon," he replied. "Are you ready to explore?"
I nodded eagerly, my scales shimmering with excitement. "Yes, Father! I'm ready to explore!"
Father smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Then let us begin. Lyriath, come here for a moment."
Lyriath flew over to us, his navy-blue and dark-red scales glinting in the sunlight. "Yes, Father?"
"I want you to accompany Tharros on his journey," Father said. "Show him the wonders of our world and keep him safe."
Lyriath nodded, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I won't let anything happen to him, Father. I promise!"
I grinned, feeling a sense of adventure wash over me. "Thanks, Lyriath! Let's go explore!"
With a final nod from Father, Lyriath and I set off into the unknown, our wings beating in unison as we soared into the sky.
We flew over vast expanses of rolling hills, sparkling lakes, and dense forests. Lyriath pointed out hidden waterfalls, secret caves, and ancient ruins, sharing stories and legends about each place.
As we flew, the landscape shifted and changed, revealing new wonders and marvels. We saw towering mountain ranges, their peaks shrouded in mist and cloud. We saw vast deserts, their dunes stretching out like golden seas.
I felt my mind expanding, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and diversity of our world. I realized that there was so much more to life than our small corner of the land.
Lyriath grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "What do you think, Tharros? Is this what you expected?"
I shook my head, laughing. "No, Lyriath! This is so much more than I ever imagined!"
Lyriath chuckled, clearly pleased with my reaction. "I told you, Tharros, there's so much more to our world than what we see in our daily lives."
He banked and turned, flying towards a sparkling lake that shimmered like a sheet of molten silver. "Come on, let's take a closer look!" he called out, his voice carrying across the water.
I followed him, feeling the rush of the wind as we swooped down towards the lake's surface. As we flew over the water, I saw that it was teeming with life – fish swam in the shallows, and birds skimmed the surface, searching for food.
Lyriath led me on a wild chase, darting and weaving through the waterbirds and sending them squawking into the air. I laughed and followed, feeling carefree and exhilarated.
I looked at Father and said "Father do you know any human city?" Father answered "well not much as your fire mentor Orion said humans are near extient"
I looked at Father and said, "Father, do you know of any human city that still exists?"
Father's expression turned thoughtful. "There is one city that Orion mentioned, a place called Eldrador. It's one of the last remaining human settlements."
I felt a spark of interest ignite within me. "Eldrador?" I repeated. "I've never heard of it. Is it far from here?"
I thought,'Why does that name sound familiar? It is the name of my past life, human name'
A shiver ran down my spine as the realization dawned on me. Eldrador... it was the name I had carried in my past life, the life I had lived as a human. I felt a strange sense of connection to the city, a sense of nostalgia that I couldn't quite explain.
I looked at Father, wondering if I should share my revelation with him. But something held me back. Instead, I asked, "Father, can we go to Eldrador? I want to see it for myself."
Father's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he sensed that there was more to my request than mere curiosity. But he nodded nonetheless. "Very well, Tharros. We will go to Eldrador."
Lyriath confused and ask "what?! Tharros, why do you want to go there?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to reveal my past life connection to Eldrador, at least not yet. So I tried to come up with a plausible explanation.
"I... I just want to see what's left of human civilization," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Orion's stories about humans have always fascinated me. I want to learn more about them."
Lyriath looked skeptical, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. "Tharros, you're not telling me something," he said, his voice low and serious. "What's really going on?"
Father spoke "alright let go to the city of Eldrador!" I thought 'why did they name a city after my past life name, didn't I exterminate so many beasts and monsters as a knight? That caused them to attack, and the main reason why human are near the extient they should hate the knight!"
I felt a chill run down my spine as Father's words echoed in my mind. Why indeed would they name a city after me, the infamous knight who had brought about so much destruction and chaos?
I thought back to my past life, remembering the countless battles I had fought, the beasts and monsters I had slaughtered. I had been a hero to some, but a villain to many others. And now, it seemed that my name had become synonymous with... what? Protection? Safety?
I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Why would humans, who should rightfully hate me for my past actions, name a city after me? It didn't make sense.
As we set off towards Eldrador, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would we find there? And what secrets lay hidden behind the city's name?
As we flew towards Eldrador, the landscape shifted and changed, revealing a sprawling city nestled between two great rivers. The city's walls were high and strong, with towers and battlements that seemed to stretch up to the sky.
I felt a sense of wonder at the sight, but also a growing sense of unease. What would we find inside those walls? And why did the city bear my name?
Father led the way, flying over the city gates and into the heart of Eldrador. We landed in a great square, surrounded by towering buildings and bustling streets.
As we dismounted, a group of humans approached us, led by a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression. He eyed us warily, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm but cautious. "What brings you to Eldrador?"
As we landed in the great square, our scales glinting in the sunlight, the humans cowered in terror. They scurried backward, tripping over each other in their desperation to escape.
Father's majestic wingspan and regal demeanor only added to their fear. Lyriath's sleek navy-blue scales seemed to gleam with a menacing intensity. And I, with my still-growing wings and awkward teenage demeanor, couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the terror we inspired.
The humans' leader, a tall, gaunt figure with a haunted expression, stumbled forward. He fell to his knees, trembling as he gazed up at us.
"P-please," he stuttered, "don't destroy us. We've done nothing to harm you. We're just... just trying to survive."
I felt a surge of surprise at their reaction. Didn't they know that we were here to... Well, I wasn't quite sure what our purpose was, but I was certain we didn't intend to harm them.
Father's expression softened, and he regarded the humans with a hint of curiosity. "We mean you no harm," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "We've come to... observe."
The humans' leader looked up at us, his eyes wide with fear. "Observe?" he repeated. "But why? What do you want from us?" I wimpper to Father "can you ask them how old this city?" Father nodded
Father turned to the humans' leader, who was still cowering on the ground. "Tell me, human," Father said, his voice gentle but firm. "How old is this city of Eldrador?"
The human leader swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously between Father and me. "I-I think it's... around 70 years old, sir," he stammered.
I felt a jolt of surprise at the answer. 70 years old? That was roughly the same amount of time that had passed since... my past life had ended.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the connection. This city, Eldrador, had been founded after my time as a human. And yet, it bore my name...
I thought,'Why did they name the city after my past life name? My past life self is the main reason why humans are near extient because of the extermination of the beasts and monsters'
I felt a wave of confusion and guilt wash over me. Why would the humans name a city after me, the knight who had unwittingly brought about their downfall? It didn't make sense.
I thought back to my past life, remembering the countless battles I had fought, the beasts and monsters I had slaughtered. I had thought I was protecting humanity, but in reality, I had only made things worse.
The human leader was still cowering on the ground, awaiting our response. I felt a pang of shame and regret, wondering how I could have been so blind to the consequences of my actions.
I wimpper to father. "Can you ask if the one named the city is still alive?" Father nodded
Father's expression was somber as he turned to the human leader. "We wish to meet with your elder," he said, his voice low and measured.
The human leader trembled, his eyes darting nervously between Father and me. "Y-yes, sir," he stammered. "I will... I will take you to her."
I felt a surge of anticipation at the prospect of meeting the founder of Eldrador. I still wasn't sure why I wanted to meet her, but I had a feeling that it was important.
The human leader scurried off, beckoning us to follow him. We trailed behind him, our scales glinting in the sunlight as we made our way through the winding streets of Eldrador.
And they brought a elderly human woman and said, "She is the one that name this village!" I thought,'Why did this woman look so familiar? Did i know her from my past life?'
I stared at the elderly woman, my mind racing with memories from my past life. There was something about her that seemed... familiar. Her eyes, her smile, her gentle demeanor... it all seemed to stir a deep memory within me.
I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who is she?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The human leader trembled, his eyes darting nervously between me and the elderly woman. "S-she is... Elara," he stammered.
I felt a jolt of recognition at the name. Elara... I knew that name. I had known her, in my past life. But how? And why did she look so... old?
Memories began to flood back, fragmented and unclear. I saw flashes of a young woman, laughing and smiling. I saw her standing beside me, fighting against the darkness. And I saw her... crying, mourning the loss of something precious.
My mind reeled as I stared at Elara, trying to make sense of the memories that were resurfacing. What was our connection? And why had she named this city after me?
I wimpper to father again. "Can you tell them that we need to bring her to a place in private and you and my little brother Lyriath not going to hear"
Father's expression turned serious, and he nodded subtly. He turned to the human leader and spoke in a firm but polite tone, "We require a private audience with Elara. Please arrange for a secluded location where we can speak without being overheard."
The human leader nodded hastily, still looking nervous. "Y-yes, sir. I'll prepare a private chamber immediately."
Father turned to Lyriath and said, "Lyriath, and u wait outside. Tharros you can speak with Elara alone."
Lyriath nodded, though he looked curious. "Okay, Father. But be careful, Tharros."
Father and the human leader escorted Elara to a private chamber, leaving Lyriath and the human leader and father outside. I followed, my heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. What would Elara reveal to me?
I spoke to elara, "Why did you name the city Eldrador?" I thought 'that city name is my past life name and why is she look so familiar?'
Elara's eyes, clouded with age, locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of recognition. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I named this city Eldrador... after a hero who fought against the darkness that threatened to consume our world," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.
I felt a surge of emotions as memories began to resurface. Elara's words stirred something deep within me, and I knew that I had to hear more.
"Why?" I pressed on, my voice shaking with emotion. "Why did you name the city after him?"
Elara's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Because," she said, her voice trembling, "he was my father. I never forgot him, even after all these years."
I was shocked I did have children in my past life, and I said, "You name the city after the one that caused beasts and monsters and caused them to be part of the demon lord and caused the human to near extient!"
Elara's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, as if I had struck her. "How... how did you know that?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
I realized that I had revealed too much, and I felt a pang of regret. But it was too late now. Elara's eyes were filled with a mixture of shock, sadness, and accusation.
"You're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "My father, the hero Eldrador, did indeed play a role in the catastrophic events that led to the rise of the demon lord and the near extinction of humanity."
Elara's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a deep sadness and longing there. "But despite all that, I still loved him," she said. "And I named this city after him, in the hope that one day, humanity would be able to forgive him and remember the good that he did."
I spoke, "Even though it means the human hated him because he was the main one that caused it?" She nodded
She began to cry. "My father died before the rise of the demon lord, and I'm the youngest. My father loves me so much!"
I felt a pang of sorrow as I watched Elara cry. Her words struck a chord within me, and I remembered the life I had left behind. I recalled the loved ones I had lost, and the pain I had endured.
Elara's words echoed in my mind "My father loves me so much!" I realized that she had named the city after me, not just as a reminder of my actions, but also as a testament to the love and connection we had shared.
I took a step forward, my voice barely above a whisper. "Elara..." I said, my heart heavy with emotion.
But I didn't know what to say next. I didn't know how to comfort her, or how to make amends for the pain I had caused. All I could do was stand there, frozen in regret and sorrow.
Elera spoke, "And why a hatchling of a dragon question me about my past! Even I'm am now 108 years old lady. " I thought 'damn Orion wasn't kidding when he said it was 100 years before I hatch'
I felt a surge of surprise at Elara's words. 108 years old? That meant she had lived through the catastrophic events that had ravaged the world, and had spent over a century carrying the weight of her father's legacy.
I looked at Elara with newfound respect and admiration. She was a testament to the strength and resilience of humanity, and I felt honored to have met her.
But my thoughts were also filled with a sense of wonder and awe. 108 years? That meant I had indeed been born over a century after the events that had shaped the world. Orion's words came back to me: "You were born 100 years after the great calamity..."
This old lady is my daughter from my past life, but I can't tell her that I'm her father, but reincarnated as a western dragon, she then coughs a lot
I watched in concern as Elara's coughing fit worsened, her frail body shaking with each hacking cough. I felt a pang of worry and helplessness, wanting to reach out and comfort her, but unsure of how to do so.
As I looked at Elara, I saw not just an old lady, but my daughter, the child I had loved and cherished in my past life. The realization filled me with a mix of emotions - sadness, regret, and longing.
I wanted to tell her the truth, to reveal my true identity as her father reincarnated. But I knew I couldn't. It would be too much for her to handle, too unbelievable. So I stood there, silent and still, as Elara struggled to catch her breath.
I spoke "are you OK?" Elara nodded weakly, still coughing, but trying to compose herself. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes watering from the exertion.
"I'm... I'm fine," she whispered, her voice hoarse from coughing. "Just... old age catching up with me."
She smiled weakly, trying to reassure me, but I could see the exhaustion and frailty etched on her face. I felt a surge of concern and compassion for this woman, my daughter from a past life.
She then coughs out blood, I felt a jolt of alarm as Elara coughed up blood, her eyes widening in shock and fear. She stumbled forward, her hands grasping for support, and I instinctively reached out to catch her.
"Elara, no!" I exclaimed, holding her upright as she struggled to breathe.
I look around in this private chamber, and there is no one around. I realized that I told Father that I'm going to talk her private and that no one beside me and her are here
I quickly scanned the private chamber, ensuring that we were truly alone. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering to light the space. I saw no one else around, and the door was closed behind Father when he left.
I turned my attention back to Elara, who was still coughing up blood. I held her gently but firmly, trying to comfort her as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of fear, pain, and something else... something that looked almost like recognition.
But that was impossible. She couldn't know who I truly was. Could she? Elara question, "Why are you checking me for?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I couldn't reveal my true identity or my connection to her. "I... I just want to help you," I said, trying to sound as genuine as possible. "You're clearly ill, and I want to make sure you're okay."
Elara's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she didn't quite believe me. But she didn't press the issue, instead focusing on catching her breath. I held her steady, trying to offer what little comfort I could.
Elara spoke weakly "it look like I'm going to your father to meet you there in the afterlife." she cries and smiles.
I felt a pang of sadness and regret as I looked at Elara, her eyes shining with tears. Her words struck a chord within me, and I realized that she was saying goodbye.
I held her gently, trying to offer what little comfort I could. "No, Elara," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "Don't say that. You're going to be okay."
But Elara just smiled weakly, her eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I'm sorry, little dragon," she whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better."
Her words cut deep, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I didn't know what to say or how to respond. All I could do was hold her and try to cherish the little time we had left.
I spoke, "My name is tharros"
Elara's eyes widened slightly at the sound of my name, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of recognition. But it was quickly replaced by a warm, gentle smile.
"Tharros," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "A strong, handsome name for a strong, handsome dragon."
She paused, her eyes drifting closed as if savoring the moment. "I'm glad I got to know you, Tharros," she whispered, her voice growing weaker. "Even if it was just for a little while."
I thought,'I'm happy too even though you didn't know that I'm your father, but in a new life I hope you be reincarnated something else or at least my future children since I can get pregnant without a mate because I'm a genderless dragon'
As I held Elara close, I couldn't help but think about the what-ifs and the maybes. I hoped that in her next life, she would find happiness and peace, free from the pain and suffering she had endured in this one.
And as a genderless dragon, I knew that I had the unique ability to carry on my own legacy, to bear children without a mate. The thought brought me a sense of comfort, and I smiled to myself as I imagined the possibility of Elara's spirit being reborn as one of my own children, a new life filled with promise and possibility.
Elara spoke "Father if you can hear me, I hope we are together again." I answered, "Me too, my dear, precious daughter" she look at me in shock
Elara's eyes widened in shock as she stared at me, her face pale and her breathing shallow. She looked like she had seen a ghost, and I realized that I had let my guard down, revealing a connection that I had kept hidden until now.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. Elara's eyes searched mine, as if trying to understand the impossible. How could this young dragon, this stranger, be calling her his daughter?
I held my breath, wondering what she would say next, wondering if she would piece together the truth. But all she could manage was a faint whisper: "Tharros... how did you...?"
I spoke, "I got reincarnated as this baby dragons, my dear daughter." I hug her tight
Elara's eyes overflowed with tears as she stared at me in stunned silence. Then, as if the dam had burst, she let out a sob, her frail body shaking with emotion.
I held her tight, feeling her tears soak into my scales as she whispered, "Father... it's really you?" Her voice was barely audible, but it was filled with a deep longing and love.
I nodded, holding her close, trying to comfort her as she wept. "It's me, my dear daughter," I whispered back, my own voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you. I'm so sorry I missed so much."
Elara spoke, "I miss you so much." she closed her eyes and died
I held Elara's lifeless body in my arms, feeling a wave of grief wash over me. I had been given a second chance to reconnect with my daughter, and now she was gone.
I closed my eyes, holding her close, and let out a mournful roar. The sound echoed through the chamber, a primal expression of my sorrow.
As I held her, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that Elara was finally at rest, free from the pain and suffering that had plagued her for so long.
I opened my eyes, looking down at Elara's peaceful face. I whispered, "I'll see you again, my dear daughter. In the next life, we'll be together again." I spoke, "or maybe be my future children, and I promise I be your father again in the next life"
As I spoke, I felt a sense of determination and conviction. I knew that I would carry Elara's memory and spirit with me, and that I would do everything in my power to be the best father I could be to my future children.
I looked down at Elara's peaceful face, and I whispered, "I promise, my dear daughter. I will be your father again, and I will love and protect you with all my heart."
As I spoke, I felt a sense of closure and acceptance. I knew that Elara was gone, but I also knew that her spirit would live on, and that we would be reunited again in the future.
I thought,'If the goddess voice allows her to be reincarnated as my daughter, then I will be carrying her inside my belly as she develops'
The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I imagined the possibility of carrying Elara's reincarnated soul within me. As a genderless dragon, I had the unique ability to bear children, and the idea of nurturing Elara's spirit within my own body was both exhilarating and humbling.
I could almost feel the weight of that responsibility, the privilege of being able to carry and protect Elara's soul as it grew and developed within me. I whispered a silent prayer to the goddess, hoping that she would grant me this miracle, and that I would be given the chance to be Elara's father once again.
The goddess voice "FINE YOU PIECE OF!" She paused, and I know she hates me because I the main reason why humans were near the extient in my past life I spoke "took you long enough didn't reply to me until I am 2 years old!"
The goddess's voice was like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the chamber. "YOU DARE TO MOCK ME, THARROS?!" she bellowed, her anger and disdain palpable.
I stood my ground, despite the tremors that ran through my small dragon body. I looked up at the goddess, my eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not mocking you, Goddess," I said, my voice steady. "I'm just stating the truth. You've been ignoring me for two years, and only now you decide to speak to me?"
The goddess's anger seemed to intensify, her presence burning with an inner fire. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE, THARROS," she spat. "YOU'VE BROUGHT HUMANS TO THE BRINK OF EXTINCTION. YOU'VE DISRUPTED THE BALANCE OF THE WORLD."
I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that my actions in my past life had indeed had far-reaching consequences. But I also knew that I had been given a second chance, and I was determined to make the most of it. "I know what I've done, Goddess," I said, my voice firm. "And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."
I spoke, "I was blinded by the king order!" The goddess's anger seemed to falter for a moment, and I sensed a hint of curiosity in her voice. "THE KING'S ORDER, YOU SAY?" she repeated, her tone slightly softer. "TELL ME, THARROS, WHAT DID THE KING ORDER YOU TO DO?"
I took a deep breath, remembering the events of my past life. "The king ordered me extermination as many beasts and monsters, but in the end, I die during the extermination and cause them to join with the demon lord!"
The goddess yelled out, "YES YOU DID!"
The goddess's voice was like a crack of thunder, shaking the chamber and making me tremble. "YOU OBEYED THE KING'S ORDER WITHOUT QUESTION, AND IN DOING SO, YOU UNLEASHED A GREAT EVIL UPON THE WORLD!" she bellowed.
I hung my head in shame, knowing that my actions had indeed led to catastrophic consequences. "I was blinded by my loyalty to the king," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't see the bigger picture, and I didn't question the king's motives."
The goddess's anger seemed to burn brighter, her presence filling the chamber with an intense heat. "YOU WERE BLINDED BY YOUR OWN ARROGANCE AND AMBITION!" she thundered. "BUT NOW, YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH IT, THARROS?"
The goddess spoke, "I'll reincarnate her as your daughter again!"
My heart leapt with joy at the goddess's words. "Really?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion. "You'll give me another chance to be Elara's father?"
The goddess's expression softened, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of kindness in her eyes. "YES, THARROS," she said. "I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE. BUT REMEMBER, THIS TIME YOU MUST PROTECT HER, AND GUIDE HER. DO NOT FAIL HER AGAIN."
I nodded eagerly, tears of gratitude streaming down my face. "I won't fail her, Goddess," I promised. "I swear it on my honor as a dragon."
The goddess spoke, "Oh yeah, there is a chance that I won't reincarnate her as your daughter in your first pregnancy!"
My heart skipped a beat at the goddess's words. "What do you mean?" I asked, a hint of worry creeping into my voice. "You're not guaranteeing that Elara will be reincarnated as my daughter in my first pregnancy?"
The goddess's expression turned mischievous, and she chuckled. "THAT'S RIGHT, THARROS," she said. "I'M NOT MAKING ANY PROMISES. BUT DON'T WORRY, I'LL MAKE SURE THAT ELARA'S SOUL IS REINCARNATED INTO ONE OF YOUR CHILDREN... EVENTUALLY."
I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, hope, and a hint of uncertainty. I realized that I would have to be patient and trust in the goddess's plan.
The goddess spoke, "And by the way, you were planning on carrying 20-32 baby dragons at once! And none will have her soul!"
My eyes widened in shock as the goddess revealed her twist. "20-32 baby dragons?!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with surprise. "And none of them will be Elara?!"
I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I had been expecting to carry one or two eggs, not a whole clutch of 20-32 babies! And to think that none of them would carry Elara's soul... it was almost too much to bear.
I looked up at the goddess, searching for answers. "Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you do this to me?"
The goddess spoke, "Because you a crap and just you to know I make you if you get pregnant the baby dragons won't be inside an egg it be you know where!"
My face turned bright red with shock and embarrassment as the goddess's words sank in. "You mean... I'll be carrying the baby dragons inside my womb, like a mammal?" I asked, my voice trembling with mortification.
The goddess cackled with laughter, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "THAT'S RIGHT, THARROS!" she exclaimed. "YOU'LL BE CARRYING A LITTER OF BABY DRAGONS INSIDE YOUR WOMB, JUST LIKE A MAMMAL! WON'T THAT BE FUN?"
I felt like I was going to pass out from embarrassment. This was not how I envisioned my life as a dragon.
The goddess spoke, "Normal dragon carrying egg for about 463 days, but you be carrying baby dragons in 553. I want to tell you this when you are just the right age, but why not just tell you this!"
I stood there, stunned, as the goddess revealed the details of my unconventional pregnancy. "553 days?!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with shock. "That's even longer than a normal dragon's egg incubation period!"
The goddess chuckled, seeming to enjoy my distress. "YES, THARROS, YOU'LL BE CARRYING THOSE BABY DRAGONS FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND A HALF! BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL GET THROUGH IT... SOMEHOW."
I felt like I was in a nightmare, with no escape from the goddess's twisted sense of humor. Why was she doing this to me?!
the goddess spoke, "AND JUST BE WARNED THEY WILL GROW FAST BY THE SIZE OF THE FOOD!"
My eyes widened in horror as the goddess dropped another bombshell. "What do you mean they'll grow fast by the size of the food?!" I asked, my voice trembling with alarm.
The goddess cackled with glee, clearly enjoying my distress. "IT MEANS THAT THE BABY DRAGONS WILL GROW AT AN ALARMING RATE, THARROS! THE MORE YOU EAT, THE BIGGER THEY'LL GET! AND I'M NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT A LITTLE BIT BIGGER... I'M TALKING ABOUT EXPONENTIAL GROWTH!"
I felt like I was going to pass out from the sheer terror of it all. How was I supposed to survive this?! The goddess was turning my life into a never-ending nightmare!
I spoke, "Are you trying to kill me by my past life action of causing nearly extient humanity?" The goddess answered:NO! I JUST WANT YOU TO SUFFERING!"
I felt a chill run down my spine as the goddess's words dripped with malice. "You want me to suffer?" I repeated, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger.
The goddess's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "YES, THARROS! I WANT YOU TO SUFFER FOR YOUR PAST TRANSGRESSIONS! AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO SUFFER THAN TO CARRY A LITTER OF RAPIDLY GROWING BABY DRAGONS INSIDE YOU FOR OVER A YEAR AND A HALF?!"
I felt like I was trapped in a living hell, with no escape from the goddess's twisted torture.
The goddess spoke, "GOODDAY YOU PIECE OF SH-" her words were cut off before our conversation have ended
I watched in relief as the goddess's image began to fade away, her parting words mercifully cut short. "Good riddance," I muttered under my breath, still shaking with anger and fear.
As the goddess disappeared, the chamber fell silent, and I was left to process the surreal and terrifying conversation we had just had. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and gather my thoughts.
But as I turned to leave the chamber, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to become a whole lot more complicated... and painful.
I thought,'I should tell Father to bring elara back to the city'
I made my way to find my father, my mind still reeling from the goddess's words. As I found him, I took a deep breath and said, "Father, I think it would be best if we brought Elara back to the city."
My father looked at me with concern, sensing the gravity in my voice. "What's troubling you, son?" he asked, his eyes narrowing with interest.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about my father's expression told me that I could trust him. "I just have a feeling that it's not safe for her to be away from us right now," I said, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.
After returning elara dead body to the city and going back to the mountain cave
As I returned to the mountain cave, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside me. I had managed to bring Elara's body back to the city, but now I was faced with the daunting task of carrying out the goddess's twisted plan.
I made my way to the chamber where I had spoken with the goddess, my heart heavy with the weight of my responsibilities. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what was to come.
As I entered the chamber, I noticed a strange glow emanating from the walls. It was a soft, pulsing light that seemed to be calling to me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this must be the sign that the goddess had promised – the sign that would signal the start of my unconventional pregnancy.
As I stood in the chamber, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The strange glow on the walls seemed to be pulsing with an otherworldly energy, and I knew that I was on the cusp of something momentous.
Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation in my abdomen. It was as if my body was shifting, preparing itself for the miraculous event that was about to unfold. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
And then, in an instant, it happened. I felt a surge of energy course through my body, and I knew that I was pregnant. The goddess's plan was underway, and I was about to embark on a journey that would change my life forever.
I thought,"This is it. This is really happening. I'm going to be carrying a litter of baby dragons inside me for over a year and a half. What have I gotten myself into?" I thought,'They will grow really fast, and it going to grow inside my womb and not in an egg!'
The thought sent a shiver down my spine as I imagined the rapid growth of the baby dragons inside me. "This is going to be a nightmare," I thought, my mind racing with the implications. "How will my body even handle this? And what will it feel like to have them growing and moving inside me?"
I thought,'She said that they will grow at alarming rate by me eating more food and those that mean they be stronger as well?'
A chill ran down my spine as I realized the full implications of the goddess's words. "Not only will they grow fast, but they'll also grow stronger... and it's all tied to how much I eat," I thought, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. "What kind of monsters will they become if they're fed by my own body?"
I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I thought about the potential consequences of carrying these rapidly growing, strength-gaining baby dragons inside me. "What if they become too powerful for me to handle?" I wondered. "What if they hurt me, or worse, escape and harm others?"
My mind racing with worst-case scenarios, I stumbled backward, seeking support from the cold stone wall behind me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, with no lifeline in sight.
I thought, my eyes widening in horror. "They'll just keep growing and growing, fed by my own body, until... until they burst out of me!" The very idea sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my stomach churn with nausea. "What a gruesome and terrifying fate," I thought, my mind recoiling in disgust.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my situation bearing down on me. The thought of carrying these rapidly growing baby dragons inside me, only for them to eventually burst out of my body, was almost too much to bear. I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare, with no escape in sight.