Father's grin only grew wider. "Ah, but that's the best part, Tharros. I knew I could count on all of you to help me bring it down. And besides, it's not every day we get to feast on such a massive beast." He gestured to the ork, his albino scales seeming to glow in the light.
Lyriath, ever the jokester, chimed in, "Yeah, because nothing says 'family bonding' like taking down a giant ork together."
Vyraxys, always up for a challenge, let out a whoop of excitement. "Bring it on! I'm starving!" He exclaimed, his dark bronze scales glinting in the light.
Nyxoria, on the other hand, looked a bit more cautious. "Um, Father? Are you sure we can handle something this big?" She asked, her amethyst scales fluttering with concern.
Father chuckled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Nyxoria. We'll work together as a family. That's what makes us strong." He smiled, his eyes warm with confidence.
I spoke, "I mean, I have been training my hunting skills with Father for the past few weeks." Father nodded
"Tharros has been doing exceptionally well in his training," Father said, his voice filled with pride. "He's learned a great deal about strategy, stealth, and combat. I have no doubt he'll be a skilled hunter in his own right soon." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his albino scales a stark contrast to my silver ones.
Lyriath question "So when will we start our hunting skill?" Father answered "tomorrow!" He smiled
Lyriath's eyes lit up with excitement, and he let out a loud whoop. "Tomorrow? Yes! I've been waiting for this moment for so long!" He pumped his fist in the air, his navy blue and dark red scales glinting with enthusiasm. Vyraxys and the others cheered in agreement, all of us caught up in the excitement of the upcoming hunt.
I whispered to father "can I have a question with you on the top of the mountain?" Father nodded
"Of course, Tharros," Father said, his voice low and serious. "Let's go." He gestured for me to follow him, and we walked away from the others, making our way to the top of the mountain. The wind picked up as we climbed, and I could see the landscape stretching out below us. When we reached the top, Father turned to me and said, "What's on your mind, Tharros?"
I question ask, "I'm curious father can you tell me how shadowwolf appeared in this world?" Father answered."There is no shadowwolf in this continent, but I heard about there was only 1 shadowwolf and that shadowwolf has many puppies." he paused and said, "That it I think there has some theories about how that 1 shadowwolf got many puppies but it has very low sense"
I frowned, intrigued by the mystery. "Theories? What kind of theories, Father?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Father's expression turned thoughtful, and he gazed out at the horizon. "Some say that the shadowwolf's puppies are not its own, but rather... echoes of its own soul." He paused, as if considering whether to continue. "Others claim that the shadowwolf has the power to manipulate the very fabric of reality, creating duplicates of itself."
Father continued explaining, "And there is." He blushed and said "nevermind you are not old enough! I don't want to ruin your innocence!"
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued by Father's sudden embarrassment. "What is it, Father?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You can't just stop there and expect me to not wonder what you're hiding." I teased, trying to coax the information out of him.
Father shook his head and said, "I said you are not old enough! And let continue the other theories but not something that you are not old enough!
Father grunts and mumbled, "Who ever came up that theories they need some help because 1 shadowwolf got," he grunt
I chuckled and held up my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, Father. I won't pry. But you're only making me more curious!" I said with a grin.
Father shot me a stern look, but I could see the hint of a smile behind his gruff expression. "Just remember, Tharros, some things are better left unsaid until you're older and wiser." He said, his voice firm but his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Father said "now another theory about how shadowwolf came to be is," he paused
Father's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought, as he continued, "Some believe that the shadowwolf was once a mortal creature, a wolf with an unbreakable spirit and a heart full of courage." He paused again, collecting his thoughts before speaking.
Father rubs the back of his head "in somehow and someway that 1 shadowwolf manage got many puppies is a big mystery"
I nodded, intrigued by the mystery. "I can see why it's a big mystery, Father. I mean, it's not every day you hear about a single wolf having multiple puppies, especially when there's no sign of a mate." I said, my mind racing with possibilities.
Father chuckled and dropped his hand from the back of his head. "Exactly, Tharros. And that's what makes the legend of the shadowwolf so fascinating. There's still so much we don't know."
Father mumbled, "I hope to all living things is not that weird the one that 1 shadowwolf got puppies in a weird way"
I raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of me. "What do you mean, Father? What weird way?" I asked, my voice low and intrigued.
Father's expression turned serious, and he glanced around cautiously, as if ensuring no one was listening. "Never mind, Tharros. Just forget I said that." He muttered, his voice barely audible.
Father, shout, "YOU CAN LEARD THAT WHEN YOU'RE OLDER!" I jumped back, startled by Father's sudden outburst. I held up my hands in a defensive gesture, laughing nervously. "Alright, alright! I get it! I'll wait until I'm older!" I said, trying to placate him.
The next day me and my siblings and father and I went to go to increase our hunting skills since I was training hunting by father in the past few weeks. He didn't have to explain to me how to hunt.
As we set out, Father gave a nod of approval in my direction. "Today, we'll be hunting in the Crimson Woods. Stay sharp and work together. Your siblings could learn a thing or two from you, Tharros." He said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and expectation.
I felt a surge of pride and responsibility at Father's words. I glanced over at my siblings, Lyriath and Vyraxys, and nodded at them. "Let's move out! Stay quiet and stay alert!" I whispered, taking the lead as we ventured into the woods.
We padded through the underbrush, our footsteps quiet on the damp earth. The Crimson Woods were alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I led the way, my senses on high alert as I scanned our surroundings for any sign of prey.
Lyriath and Vyraxys followed close behind, their eyes wide with excitement. Father brought up the rear, his watchful gaze sweeping over us as we moved.
As we walked, I caught sight of a faint trail of tracks leading off into the dense foliage. I froze, my hand raised in a silent signal for the others to halt. "Wait," I whispered, my eyes locked on the tracks. "Do you see that?" I looked in shock and scared it was Grombleux
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the massive tracks. Grombleux, the legendary beast of the Crimson Woods, was said to be a fearsome creature with razor-sharp claws and teeth. Its very name sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest hunters.
Father's expression turned grave, and he nodded curtly. "It's Grombleux, alright. Stay calm, Tharros. We need to get out of here, now." He whispered urgently, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the beast.
Lyriath and Vyraxys exchanged wide-eyed glances, their faces pale with fear. I swallowed hard, trying to push aside my own fear and think clearly. We needed to get to safety, and fast.
As we stood there, frozen in fear, Grombleux emerged from the underbrush. Its eyes fixed on us, and it let out a low, rumbling growl. Father, a mighty Western dragon, slowly raised his claws, ready to defend his family.
"Stay calm, children," he whispered, his voice like thunder. "Don't make any sudden movements."
Grombleux took a step closer, its massive paws shaking the ground. Lyriath and Vyraxys, my siblings, trembled with fear, but I stood firm, my scales bristling with excitement.
Suddenly, Father spoke in a low, soothing voice. "Grombleux, we mean you no harm. We're just a hunting and i be so kindly left you alone if you don't ever dare to attack."
Grombleux cocked its head, as if considering Father's words. For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding in its eyes.
But then, its expression hardened, and it took another step closer. Father stood firm, his wings spread wide, ready to take to the skies if necessary.
"Tharros, Lyriath, Vyraxys," he whispered, "get behind me. Slowly."
We obeyed, moving slowly behind Father as Grombleux continued to advance. Its growl grew louder, and I could feel the ground shaking beneath my claws.
With a fierce battle cry, Father unleashed a blast of fire, scorching the ground mere feet away from Grombleux. The creature recoiled, giving Father the opening he needed.
Father charged forward, his claws swiping through the air with deadly precision. Grombleux counterattacked, its massive claws swiping through the air, but Father dodged and weaved, his albino scales glistening with dew.
The battle raged on, the two combatants exchanging blows and dodging attacks. I watched in awe as Father fought with a skill and precision that I had never seen before.
But despite Father's valiant efforts, Grombleux seemed to be gaining the upper hand. Its sheer size and strength were beginning to wear Father down. I knew that I had to do something to help him, but what?
As I watched Father struggle to keep up with Grombleux's relentless attacks, I knew I had to act fast. I looked around, trying to spot any weakness in Grombleux's defenses. That's when I saw it - a small, unprotected patch of skin on Grombleux's underside.
Without hesitation, I charged forward, my scales bristling with determination. I darted between Grombleux's legs, aiming for the vulnerable spot. Grombleux roared in surprise, trying to swat me aside, but I was too quick.
I struck with all my might, my claws digging deep into Grombleux's flesh. The creature howled in pain, stumbling backward as I retreated to safety.
Father took advantage of the distraction, unleashing a powerful blast of fire that sent Grombleux reeling. The creature stumbled, its eyes blinded by the flames.
"Now's our chance!" Father roared, charging forward with Lyriath and Vyraxys by his side. Together, we launched a fierce attack, our claws and fire combining to overwhelm Grombleux.
The battle was intense, but in the end, we emerged victorious. Grombleux lay defeated, its massive body crashing to the ground with a deafening thud.
As we stood panting, our chests heaving with exhaustion, Father turned to me with a proud smile. "Well done, Tharros," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You saved our scales back there."
I beamed with pride, knowing that I had helped protect my family. But as we turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something strange - a glowing, crystalline object protruding from Grombleux's forehead.
What was it? And what secrets did it hold?
As we stood victorious over Grombleux's defeated form, Father turned to us with a proud smile. "Well done, children," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You all fought bravely."
Mother, who had been watching from a safe distance, flew down to join us. Her light green scales glistened in the sunlight as she wrapped her wings around us, pulling us into a warm embrace.
"I'm so proud of all of you," she said, her voice filled with love. "You've grown into strong, brave dragons."
As we basked in our parents' praise, I couldn't help but notice the strange, crystalline object still protruding from Grombleux's forehead. I pointed it out to Father, who frowned thoughtfully.
"That's a Dragonstone," he said, his voice filled with awe. "A powerful artifact from the ancient times. It's said to hold the secrets of the dragons."
Lyriath's eyes lit up with excitement. "Can we take it, Father?" he asked, his scales glistening with anticipation.
Father hesitated, then nodded. "We'll take it, but we must be careful. The Dragonstone's power is said to be great, but also unpredictable."
As we carefully removed the Dragonstone from Grombleux's forehead, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets it held, and what lay ahead for us.
As we held the Dragonstone in our claws, I could feel its power coursing through me. It was as if the stone was alive, pulsing with an ancient energy.
Father's eyes gleamed with excitement as he examined the stone. "This is an incredible discovery," he said. "The Dragonstone could hold the key to unlocking the secrets of our ancestors."
Mother's expression was more cautious. "We must be careful," she warned. "The Dragonstone's power is not to be trifled with. We don't know what kind of energy it contains or how to control it."
Lyriath, ever the adventurer, was undeterred. "Come on, Father," he urged. "Let's see what it can do."
Father hesitated, then nodded. "Very well," he said. "But let's proceed with caution. Tharros, can you sense any energy emanating from the stone?"
I focused my senses on the Dragonstone, feeling its power coursing through me. "I sense a strong energy field," I reported. "It's pulsing with an ancient power."
Father nodded thoughtfully. "I think it's safe to say that the Dragonstone is more than just a simple artifact. It's a key to unlocking the secrets of our past."
As we continued to examine the Dragonstone, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets it held. What ancient powers lay dormant within its crystalline structure? And what lay ahead for us as we delved deeper into the mysteries of the Dragonstone?
I thought,'How did Grombleux have a Dragonstone? What does it have a connection to a dragon?'
I pondered the question, my mind racing with possibilities. "Father, how did Grombleux have a Dragonstone?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.
Father's expression turned thoughtful. "That's a good question, Tharros," he said. "Dragonstones are ancient artifacts, created by the dragons of old. They hold the secrets of our kind, and are said to grant immense power to those who possess them."
"But what connection does Grombleux have to dragons?" I pressed, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Father's eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement. "Ah, that's the question, isn't it?" he said. "Grombleux is an ancient creature, one that's said to have lived alongside the dragons of old. It's possible that it was once a servant or a companion to the dragons, and was gifted the Dragonstone as a symbol of its loyalty."
Lyriath's eyes lit up with excitement. "Do you think Grombleux was once a dragon itself?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.
Father chuckled. "I think that's unlikely, Lyriath," he said. "But it's clear that Grombleux has a connection to the dragons of old. And with the Dragonstone in our possession, I think we're about to uncover a lot more secrets about our kind's history."
As Father spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. What secrets would the Dragonstone reveal to us? And what lay ahead for us as we delved deeper into the mysteries of our kind's past, The sun his set, and the moon rose
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, the moon began to rise in the night sky. Its silvery light illuminated the forest, casting long shadows across the trees.
We stood there, bathed in the moon's gentle light, our scales glistening with a soft, ethereal sheen. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of crickets provided a soothing background hum.
Father looked up at the moon, his eyes shining with a deep wisdom. "It's time for us to return to our nest," he said, his voice low and gentle. "We have a long journey ahead of us, and we must be well-rested."
Mother nodded in agreement, her light green scales glinting in the moonlight. "Yes, let us return home," she said. "We can study the Dragonstone further in the morning."
As we settled in for the night, I snuggled under Father's wing, feeling safe and protected. My siblings, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, settled into the nest, their scales shimmering in the moonlight.
With the moon shining down on us, I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of Father's gentle humming and the warmth of his wing wrapped around me.
I mumbled, "I love sleeping under your wings. Father is my safe haven and the one place I can trust to be in, I love you very much, Father. "
Father's wing tightened gently around me, holding me close. "I love you too, Tharros," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "You are always safe with me, my son. I will always protect and care for you."
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt Father's love and protection envelop me, filling me with a sense of peace and security. I knew that no matter what dangers or challenges lay ahead, Father would always be there to shield me from harm.
With a happy heart, I let out a contented sigh and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, wrapped in the warmth and safety of Father's wings.
Pov Aetherius
As I wrapped my wing around Tharros, I felt a surge of love and protectiveness towards my son. He was so vulnerable, yet so strong, and I was grateful to be his safe haven.
I looked down at Tharros, his silver scales shimmering in the moonlight. He was already asleep, his chest rising and falling with a peaceful rhythm. I smiled, feeling my heart swell with pride and love.
"Sleep tight, my son," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. "May your dreams be sweet and your rest be refreshing."
As I gazed down at Tharros, I couldn't help but think about the challenges that lay ahead. The Dragonstone was a powerful artifact, one that could potentially unlock the secrets of our ancient past. But it also came with great risks, and I knew that I would have to be vigilant in order to protect my family.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility settle onto my shoulders. But I was ready. I would do whatever it took to keep my family safe, to protect them from harm and to ensure their happiness.
With a quiet sense of determination, I settled in for the night, my wing wrapped protectively around Tharros as we both drifted off to sleep.
As the night wore on, I kept a watchful eye over my family, ensuring that they were all safe and sound. Tharros, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix were all fast asleep, exhausted from our battle with Grombleux.
As I gazed out at the moonlit landscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The Dragonstone's power was still coursing through me, and I could feel its energy calling to me, tempting me to use it for my own gain.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I knew that I had to be strong, for the sake of my family. I couldn't let the Dragonstone's power consume me.
Just as I was starting to relax, I heard a faint rustling in the underbrush. I turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows.
It was an old dragon, one that I had never seen before. His scales were a deep, burnished gold, and his eyes seemed to hold a deep wisdom.
"Greetings, Aetherius," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I see that you have obtained the Dragonstone. Congratulations."
I eyed the old dragon warily, unsure of what to make of him. "Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.
The old dragon smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "My name is Arinthal," he said. "And I have come to offer you my guidance, Aetherius. The Dragonstone's power is not to be trifled with. You will need all the help you can get to wield it wisely."
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of me was wary of Arinthal's intentions, but another part of me was desperate for guidance. The Dragonstone's power was still coursing through me, and I knew that I needed help to control it.
"What do you propose, Arinthal?" I asked finally, trying to keep my voice neutral.
Arinthal smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I propose that I teach you how to harness the Dragonstone's power," he said. "Together, we can unlock its secrets and ensure that its power is used for the greater good."
I hesitated, weighing my options. But as I looked at Arinthal, I saw something in his eyes that gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, this old dragon could help me unlock the secrets of the Dragonstone.
As I stood there, considering Arinthal's offer, I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with my older brother Kaidën. He had told me about the Dragonstone, and how to unlock and harness its power without succumbing to its negative effects.
I recalled Kaidën's words, "The key to wielding the Dragonstone's power is to understand its true nature. It's not just a simple artifact, but a gateway to the ancient wisdom of our ancestors."
I remembered Kaidën telling me that the Dragonstone required a specific resonance, a harmonization of one's own energy with that of the stone. He had taught me the ancient incantation, passed down through our family, which would allow me to tap into the Dragonstone's power without risking corruption.
With this knowledge, I felt a surge of confidence. I realized that I didn't need Arinthal's guidance after all. I knew exactly how to unlock the Dragonstone's secrets and harness its power.
I looked at Arinthal, a newfound sense of determination in my eyes. "Thank you for your offer, Arinthal," I said, "but I think I can handle the Dragonstone on my own."
Arinthal's expression changed, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "Very well, Aetherius," he said. "I will leave you to it. But be warned, the Dragonstone's power is not to be underestimated. You will need all your wits and cunning to wield it successfully."
With that, Arinthal turned and disappeared into the night, leaving me to ponder the challenges ahead.
As I focused my energy and recited the ancient incantation, the Dragonstone began to glow with an intense, pulsating light. I could feel its power coursing through me, filling me with a sense of strength and wisdom.
But, to my surprise, the Dragonstone's energy didn't stop with me. As I continued to harness its power, I felt a strange, resonant connection to Tharros, who was still sleeping under my wing.
Suddenly, the Dragonstone's energy surged towards Tharros, and I felt his own energy respond, harmonizing with the stone's power. I realized, to my amazement, that Tharros was accidentally harnessing the Dragonstone's power, even while he was asleep.
I felt a mix of emotions: wonder, excitement, and a hint of concern. What did this mean for Tharros, and for our bond as father and son? I knew that I had to be careful, to ensure that Tharros's newfound connection to the Dragonstone didn't overwhelm him.
As I continued to harness the Dragonstone's power, I felt Tharros's energy entwining with mine, creating a powerful, symbiotic bond between us. I knew that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey, one that would change us both forever.
With the Dragonstone's power coursing through us, I felt a sense of limitless possibility, a sense that together, Tharros and I could achieve anything. And as we stood there, bathed in the stone's pulsating light, I knew that our adventure was only just beginning.
As I stood there, feeling the Dragonstone's power coursing through both Tharros and me, I knew that I had to make a difficult decision. I thought to myself, 'I should keep this all a secret until Tharros is in his sub-adult stage.'
I knew that revealing the truth about the Dragonstone and its power could be overwhelming for Tharros, especially at his young age. I wanted to protect him from the weight of that responsibility, at least until he was older and more mature.
I made a mental note to keep a close eye on Tharros, to monitor his development and ensure that he was ready for the truth when the time came. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, keeping this secret from my son, but I was determined to do what was best for him.
With that decision made, I gently settled Tharros back into his nest, making sure he was comfortable and secure. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and love for my young son, and knowing that I would do everything in my power to protect and guide him as he grew and developed.
As I settled in for the night, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for Tharros and me. Would we be able to unlock the secrets of the Dragonstone? And what would happen when Tharros finally discovered the truth about his connection to the stone? Only time would tell.
As I pondered the implications of the Dragonstone's power, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. With Tharros being a genderless dragon, the possibility of him passing on the Dragonstone's power to future generations was unlikely.
I smiled, thinking about the incredible potential of the Dragonstone. Its power was said to be boundless, granting wisdom, strength, and insight to those who wielded it. I could only imagine the amazing things Tharros and I could accomplish together, armed with the Dragonstone's power.
As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for the future. With the Dragonstone's power coursing through us, I knew that Tharros and I were destined for greatness. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.