As the days went by, I couldn't shake the feeling that Father was hiding something from me. The silence between us grew thicker, and I found myself wondering if I'd ever get the answers I sought.
One day, I decided to approach Mother again, hoping she might be able to shed some light on the situation. I found her near the pool, her scales glistening in the sunlight.
"Mother, can I talk to you about something?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mother looked up, her eyes filled with concern. "Of course, Tharros. What's on your mind?"
"I've been thinking a lot about my glowing eyes," I said, my voice hesitant. "And Father's behavior. He's been avoiding me, and I don't know why."
Mother's expression turned thoughtful, and she nodded slowly. "I've noticed that too, Tharros. And I have to admit, I'm a bit concerned."
She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I think your father might be struggling with something. Something that has to do with your...condition."
I leaned in, my ears perked up with interest. "What do you mean?"
Mother's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm not entirely sure, Tharros. But I think it might have something to do with your heritage."
Suddenly, we heard Father shout, "IT NOT A HERITAGE!" he paused and left
Mother's eyes widened in surprise, and she exchanged a worried glance with me. "What was that about?" she whispered.
I shook my head, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. "I don't know, but it sounds like Father is getting more and more agitated."
Mother's expression turned thoughtful, and she stood up, her scales rustling softly. "I think it's time we had a talk with your father, Tharros. A real talk."
She looked at me, her eyes serious. "Are you ready to confront him and get some answers?"
I nodded, determination rising within me. "Yes, Mother. I'm ready. I need to know what's going on."
Mother nodded, a resolute look on her face. "Then let's go talk to your father."
We set off towards Father's location, our footsteps echoing through the silence. As we walked, I could feel a sense of anticipation building within me.
We found Father standing near the edge of the pool, his back to us. His shoulders were tense, and his head was bowed.
Mother approached him calmly, her voice soft. "Aetherius, we need to talk."
Father's shoulders stiffened, but he didn't turn around. "I don't want to talk about it," he growled, his voice low and rough.
Pov Aetherius
I stood at the edge of the pool, my eyes fixed on the water as I struggled to calm my racing thoughts. I could feel my family's eyes on me, sense their concern and curiosity.
I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to face the truth. But I knew I couldn't avoid it forever.
My mate, Thyriatrix, approached me, her voice soft and gentle. "Aetherius, we need to talk."
I felt a surge of frustration and anxiety. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Didn't they understand that I was trying to protect them?
But I knew that wasn't true. I was trying to protect myself. From the truth. From the consequences.
I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what was to come. But I couldn't bring myself to turn around, to face my family. Not yet.
I stood there, frozen in uncertainty, as Thyriatrix's gentle voice washed over me again. "Aetherius, please. We need to talk about Tharros's eyes. And about what's going on with you." Her words were like a gentle breeze, but they carried a weight that I couldn't ignore. I felt my shoulders tense, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew I couldn't avoid this conversation forever. But I was scared. Scared of what I might reveal, scared of what they might discover. Scared of the truth.
I thought,'It most likely it from the Dragonstone from a Grombleux I killed, but I unlocked it and realise it and I harness it, but it also accidentally Tharros harness it as well'
The memories came flooding back, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I had killed the Grombleux, a fearsome beast, and claimed the Dragonstone as my own. I had unlocked its secrets, harnessed its power... and inadvertently passed it on to my own son, Tharros.
I remembered the day it happened, the surge of energy that had flowed through me, and the unintended consequences that had followed. Tharros, with his curious nature, had been drawn to the power, and it had bonded with him, changing him in ways I was still struggling to understand.
I felt a pang of regret, knowing that I had put my son in harm's way. I had been so blinded by my own ambition, my own desire for power... and now Tharros was paying the price.
I slowly turned around, my eyes meeting Thyriatrix's concerned gaze. Tharros stood beside her, his glowing eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and accusation.
"I...I don't know what's going on with Tharros's eyes," I lied, trying to sound convincing. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Thyriatrix's expression was skeptical, and I could sense her doubt. Tharros, on the other hand, looked at me with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.
"We need to figure out what's causing this," Thyriatrix said, her voice firm. "And we need to do it together, as a family."
I nodded, trying to appear cooperative, but inside, I was panicking. How long could I keep the truth hidden?
I sight and left them to figure it all by themselves
Pov Tharros
I watched as Father turned and walked away, leaving Mother and me staring after him in confusion. I felt a surge of frustration and disappointment. Why wouldn't he talk to us? Why was he being so secretive?
Mother turned to me, her eyes filled with concern. "Tharros, I don't know what's going on with your father, but we'll figure this out together, okay?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was tired of being in the dark. I was tired of Father's secrets. I was going to find out what was going on, no matter what it took.
I looked at Mother, my eyes locking onto hers. "I'm going to find out what's going on, Mother. I'm going to find out why Father is acting this way."
Mother's expression turned cautious, and she placed a gentle hand on my arm. "Tharros, be careful. Your father is... complicated. There may be things he's not telling us for a reason."
I nodded, but I was undeterred. I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took. I took a deep breath, and then I set off, determined to follow Father and see where he would lead me.
I trailed behind Father, keeping a safe distance as he navigated the winding paths of our home. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes fixed on the ground as he walked.
I followed him for what felt like hours, my curiosity growing with each step. Where was he going? What was he hiding?
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the ground, Father stopped in front of a large stone door. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and slipped inside.
I hesitated, wondering if I should follow him. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed the door open, slipping inside just as it was about to close.
I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. Father stood at the far end of the room, his back to me as he rummaged through a stack of ancient tomes.
I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. But as I drew closer, I saw that he was holding a small, leather-bound book. He opened it, and a faint glow emanated from the pages.
Suddenly, Father's eyes snapped up, and he saw me standing there. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the only sound the soft crackling of the glow.
And then, in an instant, Father's expression changed. His eyes narrowed, and his face darkened. "Tharros," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You shouldn't be here."
I stood my ground, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to know the truth, Father," I said, my voice firm.