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I stood beside Father, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as we prepared to return to the city of Eldrador. Mother and Kieraxys had already departed, leaving Father and me to make our way back to the human city.
Father's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he gazed at me. "Ready to return to Eldrador, Tharros?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling.
I nodded, shouldering my pack. "I was born ready, Father."
Mother sighed "Aetherius pls just don't burn or swallow human while you are there, and I know the demon lord contain them and that they are near extient and that beasts and monsters can freely do whatever they want, but pls Don't burn or swallow them!"
Father, look at Mother. "Can't make that promise, and if they do dare hurt or attack Tharros, I won't hesitate!"
Mother's eyes widened in exasperation. "You're not helping! I just want you to promise me you'll try to restrain yourself, for Tharros' sake."
Father's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "I will not promise to stand idly by while our son is harmed. Tharros is my child, and I will protect him at all costs."
Kieraxys, who had been watching the exchange, spoke up, "Father, don't worry, I'll make sure Tharros is safe. We'll all look out for each other."
I smiled, feeling grateful for my family's love and support. "Thanks, Kieraxys. Let's just hope everything goes smoothly in Eldrador," I said, looking up at Mother, then Father.
Father looked at me "alright let go to Eldrador City!"
I grinned, excitement coursing through my veins. "Yes, Father!" I exclaimed, falling into step beside him as we set off towards Eldrador City.
The sun beat down on us, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Meanwhile, Mother flew overhead, her wings beating powerful and slow as she kept watch over us.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of insects, a soothing accompaniment to our journey. As we walked, the silence between us was comfortable, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
Father's presence was reassuring, his strong scales and powerful build a reminder of his ability to protect us. I felt grateful for his love and support, knowing that he would always be there for me.
I looked up at Father, a smile spreading across my face. "I'm excited to get back to Eldrador, Father," I said, my eyes shining with enthusiasm.
Father chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad to see you're eager, son," he said, his deep voice rumbling.
I smiled. "I remember their first reaction is that they're scared seeing a massive dragon and 2 hatchling!" I remember me and Father, and Lyriath went there, and the human panic
I chuckled at the memory. "Yes, they were quite terrified, weren't they?" Father said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But you and Lyriath were so young and curious, exploring every nook and cranny of the city."
I nodded, grinning. "And you were so big and intimidating, Father. I'm surprised they didn't run away screaming the moment they saw you."
Father laughed, his deep rumble causing the ground to vibrate. "Well, I may have been a bit... imposing. But I promise I didn't mean to scare them. I just did what you wanted! To know who named the city!"
I laughed, remembering the reason for our visit. "Yes, Father, you did it for me. I wanted to know who named the city, and you...well, you made sure I got my answer."
Father's expression turned nostalgic, his eyes gazing into the distance. "Ah, yes. The city's founder, Elara. A wise and compassionate human, who built a thriving city in the heart of this land."
I nodded, fascinated by the memory. "And I was lucky enough to meet her, Father. To have a private conversation with her, just before she passed away at the ripe age of 108."
Father seemed a little shocked but ignored it
Father's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. But he quickly regained his composure, his expression smoothing out into a neutral mask. He said nothing, instead choosing to continue our journey in silence.
When we arrive, the city seems to increase just a little bit in population the last 2 years
As we walked through the city streets, I noticed the slight increase in population had brought a new wave of energy to the city. The marketplaces were bustling with people from all corners of the realm, and the sound of merchants calling out their wares filled the air.
Father and I navigated through the crowded streets, our scales and wings drawing curious glances from the humans. I pointed out the different landmarks and shops to Father, excited to share my knowledge of the city with him.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging. Eldrador City was a place where humans and dragons could coexist, and I felt grateful to be a part of it. Father smiled at me, his eyes shining with pride, and I knew he felt the same way.
When the human saw us, they screamed in terror
The sound of screams and panicked shouts filled the air as the humans scrambled to get away from us. Father's expression turned stern, his eyes flashing with a warning. "Stay close, Tharros," he growled, his deep voice rumbling. "We don't want anyone getting hurt."
Suddenly, a water hit me, and it was coming who seemed like an adventure
I stumbled backward, surprised by the sudden splash of water. As I looked up, I saw a young man with a confident smirk on his face, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture. He was dressed in worn robes, and a staff leaned against his shoulder, giving off the air of a skilled mage.
The humans around us screamed and ran, fearing for their lives. "Dragon! Dragon!" they shouted, panic-stricken. Father's eyes narrowed, his wings spread wide, ready to defend us if necessary.
The young mage took a step back, his eyes fixed on Father. "Wait, don't attack!" he exclaimed, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. "I didn't mean to provoke you. I was just trying to..." He trailed off, eyeing me warily.
Father looks very angry by the man. A sudden attack me he roar in anger
Father's face contorted in rage as he unleashed a deafening roar, causing the ground to tremble beneath our feet. The sound waves from his roar sent the young mage stumbling backward, his eyes wide with fear.
The humans nearby fled in terror, screaming and crying as they desperately sought to escape the wrath of the angry dragon. I stood frozen, my heart racing with excitement and a touch of fear, as Father's fury washed over me.
The young mage, still stumbling backward, tripped and fell to the ground, his staff slipping from his grasp. Father took a menacing step forward, his claws extended, ready to strike.
Pov Aetherius
I shouted, "HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY HATCHLING!" I flew down a little and shot out a fire breath in the city
As I unleashed my fiery wrath, the flames engulfed a nearby building, setting it ablaze. The humans screamed and ran for their lives, desperate to escape the inferno. The young mage, still cowering on the ground, covered his head with his arms, bracing for the worst.
My fire breath illuminated the darkening sky, casting a golden glow over the chaotic scene. I could feel my anger and protective instincts boiling over, and I knew I had to restrain myself before I lost control completely.
Tharros, my precious hatchling, stood frozen in fear, his eyes fixed on the burning building. I could sense his terror, and it only fueled my rage. I turned my attention back to the young mage, my eyes blazing with fury. "You will pay for your foolishness," I growled, my voice low and menacing.
Tharros yelled out "Father I'm fine it just water!" But I didn't listen. I landed and saw many humans running around screaming. I grap 1 and swallow it alive
As I swallowed the human whole, the crowd's screams reached a fever pitch. Tharros's eyes widened in horror, and he stumbled backward, his voice shaking. "Father, no! Stop!"
But I was beyond reason. My protective instincts had taken over, and I saw every human as a threat to my hatchling. I raised my claws, ready to strike again, and the crowd scattered in terror.
The young mage, still cowering on the ground, looked up at me with a mixture of fear and awe. "Please, great dragon...stop this senseless slaughter! You're not a mindless beast. Show mercy!"
The young mage's words barely registered in my mind, consumed as I was by my rage. But Tharros's voice, shaking with fear, cut through my fury. "Father, please...stop. You're scaring me."
I turned to my son, my eyes locking onto his terrified face. For a moment, my anger wavered, but it was quickly replaced by a deep-seated growl. I took a step closer to Tharros, my claws still extended, my scales bristling with agitation.
"I will not be swayed so easily," I snarled, my voice low and menacing. "These humans dare to threaten my hatchling? They will pay for their insolence."
Tharros took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "Father, no...please. It was just water. The mage didn't mean to hurt me."
I glared at the young mage, who cowered under my gaze. "You," I growled. "You will pay for your recklessness."
I grabbed the young mage and swallowed him alive as well
As I swallowed the young mage whole, Tharros's eyes went wide with horror. "Father, no!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the deserted streets. "You're killing innocent people!"
I felt a surge of satisfaction at having protected my hatchling, but Tharros's words cut through my fury. I looked down at him, seeing the fear and disgust in his eyes. For a moment, I felt a pang of doubt. Had I gone too far?
But my anger and protective instincts still simmered just below the surface. I glared at Tharros, my voice low and menacing. "You will not question my actions, Tharros. I am your father, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
I looked around and saw there're still humans running around. I ran and swallowed a bunch of humans alive. All the humans I swallowed were moving around inside my stomach
As I continued my rampage, swallowing more and more humans, Tharros watched in horror. "Father, stop! Please, you're killing so many innocent people!" he screamed, but I was beyond reason.
Inside my stomach, the humans I had swallowed were screaming and crying, their voices muffled but still audible. They were trying to climb up my throat, but my digestive juices were already starting to break them down.
I could feel them moving around, their tiny fists pounding against my stomach lining. It was a strange, unsettling sensation, but it only fueled my fury. I would not stop until every last human was gone.
Tharros was crying now, his eyes streaming with tears. "Father, please...you're not a monster. Stop this!" But I just kept swallowing, my hunger for destruction insatiable.
1 hour and a half there is only me and Tharros left in this ruined city
Pov Tharros
I stood amidst the ruins, my eyes scanning the desolate landscape. The city was unrecognizable, reduced to rubble and ashes. The screams and cries had fallen silent, replaced by an eerie stillness.
I looked up at Father, my heart heavy with sorrow and fear. His scales were stained with blood and dirt, his eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. He seemed to have lost himself in his rage, and I didn't know how to reach him.
"Father?" I called out, my voice shaking. "What...what have you done?" I took a step back, my eyes welling up with tears. "You killed so many people. Why?"
Father answered, "That mage attack you with water magic. I can't ignore it!"
I shook my head, trying to process the devastation around me. "But Father, it was just water! You didn't have to...to kill so many people. And the mage, he didn't mean to hurt me. He was just trying to..." I trailed off, my voice cracking with emotion.
I looked up at Father, searching for any sign of remorse or understanding. But his expression remained unyielding, his eyes still burning with a fierce protectiveness. "You're my son, Tharros," he growled. "No one harms you and lives."
I question "wait are they still alive in your stomach?"
Pov Aetherius
I paused, my expression unreadable. Tharros's question hung in the air, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. But then, a low rumble emanated from my stomach, and I could feel the humans inside me stirring, their movements weak but persistent.
I looked down at Tharros, my eyes narrowing. "Yes," I growled, my voice low and rough. "They are still alive. For now."
I surprised "well surprisingly all the humans that I swallow are still alive, even that young mage that hit you with water magic!" My belly stir a little
Tharros's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, his voice trembling. "F-father, how is that possible? You swallowed them whole...and they're still alive?"
My belly stirred again, and I could feel the humans inside me moving, their weak struggles and cries muffled by my stomach acids. I looked down at Tharros, a mix of surprise and curiosity on my face.
"It seems," I growled, "that my stomach is not as...efficient as I thought."
I wonder, "I think that human are evolving to handle acid, and I hope they digested quickly! And the mage seems not even using water magic to make me explode"
Tharros's eyes went wide with alarm. "Father, don't say that! You're not going to... digest them, are you?" He took another step back, his voice shaking.
I chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to shake the ground. "Of course, I am," I growled. "They are inside me now. It's only a matter of time." My stomach stirred again, and I could feel the humans inside me struggling to survive.
As for the mage, I could sense that he was indeed not using his magic to try and escape. It was... curious. Most humans would have tried to exploit any weakness they could find. But not this one. He seemed to be... waiting.
Pov the young mage
I found myself in a dark, cramped space, surrounded by acidic digestive juices. I could feel the stomach acids breaking down my skin, but somehow, I wasn't dissolving. I was still intact, still thinking.
I realized that my magic must be protecting me, allowing me to resist the corrosive effects of the dragon's stomach. But I knew it wouldn't last forever.
As I looked around, I saw the other humans who had been swallowed, some of them crying, others screaming. I knew I had to act fast.
I focused my mind and began to cast a spell, one that would allow me to communicate with the dragon. I hoped that somehow, someway, I could reason with the beast and convince it to spare our lives.
I question, "Is everyone OK?"
The humans around me looked at each other, some of them nodding, others crying. One of them, a woman, spoke up, her voice shaking. "Y-yes, I think so. We're all... alive, somehow."
Another human, a man, looked at me with a mixture of fear and gratitude. "T-thank you, mage. Your magic must be protecting us from the dragon's stomach acids."
I nodded, trying to reassure them. "We'll get through this. We just need to... communicate with the dragon, somehow."
I use my water magic
Pov Aetherius
I felt a sudden surge of water magic inside my stomach, and my digestive juices began to churn and foam. The humans inside me cried out in surprise, but I could sense that they were not being harmed by the magic.
Instead, the water magic seemed to be... neutralizing my stomach acids, creating a small pocket of safety inside my belly. I could feel the mage's magic coursing through my digestive system, and I realized that he was trying to communicate with me.
I growled, intrigued despite myself. What did the mage hope to achieve by using his magic inside my stomach?
Tharros question "what wrong father?"
I looked down at Tharros, my expression puzzled. "The mage... he's using his water magic inside my stomach," I growled. "It's... strange. He's not trying to harm me or escape. He's trying to... communicate with me, I think."
Tharros's eyes widened in surprise. "But how is that possible? And what does he want to communicate?"
I shake my body
As I shook my body, the humans inside my stomach cried out in alarm, their voices muffled by my stomach acids. The mage's water magic surged again, trying to compensate for the sudden movement.
Tharros stumbled backward, his eyes wide with concern. "Father, what are you doing?!" he exclaimed.
I growled, trying to dislodge the humans from my stomach. But they seemed to be... stuck. The mage's magic was holding them in place, somehow.
Pov the young mage
I shouted "fine I have no choice but to explode you with feeling your stomach with water!"
Pov Aetherius
I felt a surge of alarm as the mage's voice echoed inside my stomach. "No, you fool!" I growled, but it was too late.
The mage unleashed a massive burst of water magic, filling my stomach with an enormous amount of water. I felt my belly expanding, my scales straining to contain the pressure.
Tharros's eyes went wide with horror as he stumbled backward, shouting, "Father, no!"
But it stopped, and I thought to myself,'Hah, take that I have something for this just in case'
Pov the young mage
I thought to myself,'Why did my magic stop? Did this monster have something that prevented me by using my mana?'
Pov Aetherius
I let out a relieved growl as the water magic suddenly halted, my stomach straining but somehow holding back the pressure.
Tharros stumbled forward, his eyes wide with concern. "Father, are you... okay?" he asked, his voice shaking.
I nodded, still wary. "I am... fine," I growled. "But the mage's magic... how did it stop?" I fixed the mage with a piercing stare. "I don't know what just happened." I said sarcastic
I giggled and thought to myself,'That mage didn't know that I have inquired something
All the humans that I swallowed moving around in my stomach and I giggled
I glared at the mage, my eyes narrowing at his sarcastic tone. But before I could respond, I felt a strange sensation inside my stomach. The humans I had swallowed earlier were moving around, their movements weak but persistent.
I looked down at my belly, a mixture of confusion and alarm on my face. "What's going on?" I growled, my voice low and menacing.
Tharros took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. "Father, I don't know!" he exclaimed. "But I think it has something to do with the mage's magic!"
I nodded and whispered at Tharros. "I have something that prevented him using any more magic while they very slowly digest in there"
Tharros's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it, Father?" he whispered back, his voice barely audible.
I smiled, a low, rumbling growl emanating from my throat. "A little something I acquired from the ancient ones," I whispered, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "A magical dampener. It prevents any magic from being used inside my stomach."
Tharros's eyes sparkled with understanding, and he nodded slowly. "That's why the mage's magic stopped," he whispered.
Tharros's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Father, what will happen to the humans inside your stomach?"
I chuckled, a low rumbling sound that vibrated through my entire body. "Oh, they'll be digested, of course," I whispered, my voice dripping with amusement. "But slowly, very slowly. Nexarion's Seal will keep them trapped, unable to use their magic to escape."
Tharros nodded, a mixture of fascination and horror on his face. "And what about the mage?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the stomach, where the mage was trapped.
I smiled, showing my sharp teeth. "Ah, the mage... He'll make a fine addition to my collection," I whispered, my voice full of anticipation. "And once he's fully digested... His magic will become mine."
Tharros's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his face pale. "Father, you can't be serious," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Tharros, look at my belly, which is stirring with all the humans I swallow alive and he ask me "the mage was just attack me because they all thought you were going to attack them they all don't Deserve it!"
I looked down at my belly, where the humans were stirring, trapped inside my stomach. Tharros's words struck a chord within me, and I felt a pang of... not guilt, precisely, but perhaps a hint of regret.
I gazed at Tharros, my expression thoughtful. "You may be right, my son," I rumbled, my voice low and contemplative. "Perhaps they didn't deserve such a fate. But they should have shown more respect, more caution. They should have known better than to attack a dragon."
I paused, considering Tharros's words. "Very well, my son. I will... spare them. For now." I smiled, showing my teeth. "But they will remain inside me, trapped and helpless, until I decide what to do with them next."
Tharros's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his face pale. "Father, are you... are you going to keep them as prisoners?" he asked, his voice trembling.
I chuckled and nodded "Yes but I might digest them slowly!"
Tharros's eyes widened in horror, and he took another step back, his face pale. "Father, no! You can't be serious!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with fear.
I chuckled again, the sound rumbling deep within my chest. "Oh, but I am, my son," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "You see, I've been feeling a bit... peckish lately. And what better way to satisfy my hunger than to digest these humans slowly?"
Tharros looked like he was about to faint, his eyes wide with terror. "Father, please! Have mercy!" he begged, his voice trembling.
I smiled, showing my teeth. "Mercy? Ha! Dragons don't show mercy, Tharros. We are the predators, and they are the prey. It's the natural order of things."
Tharros looked crestfallen, his eyes welling up with tears. "But Father... they're people. They have families, friends... they have lives."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tharros's emotional outburst. "Go on," I rumbled, my voice low and curious.
Tharros took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he spoke. "They have children who will never see their parents again, wives who will never see their husbands again, friends who will never see their friends again. They have dreams, aspirations, hopes... and you're just going to take all that away from them?"
I regarded Tharros calmly, my expression unreadable. "And what of it, my son?" I asked, my voice neutral. "Is it not the way of the world? The strong prey on the weak. It is the natural order."
Tharros's eyes flashed with anger, and he took a step forward. "No, Father! That's not true! We're not just mindless beasts. We have the capacity for compassion, for empathy. We can choose to be better than that."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by Tharros's passion. "Go on," I rumbled, my voice low and curious.
Tharros takes another deep breath. "You also swallow children in there. Do you know how their parents feel right now?"
I chuckled. "Tharros looked around in this city. This place is now ruined by me!"
Tharros's face contorted in anguish, and he shook his head. "That's not the point, Father! The point is that you're causing harm to innocent people. Children, parents, families... they're all suffering because of your actions."
I shrugged, my scales glinting in the fading light. "This city was already dying, Tharros. I merely... accelerated the process."
Tharros's eyes blazed with anger, and he took another step forward. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying the destruction, the chaos, the suffering."
I chuckled again, the sound rumbling deep within my chest. "Perhaps, my son. Perhaps I am. But that's what makes me a dragon, isn't it?"
I sighed "look I can't spiting them out, and I don't think they can go to another exit if you know what I mean?"
Tharros's face fell, and he looked at me with a mixture of horror and resignation. "You mean... they're going to be digested, aren't they?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my expression unyielding. "I'm afraid so, Tharros. It's the natural process. And even if I wanted to spare them, it's too late now. The digestive process has already begun."
Tharros looked away, his eyes welling up with tears. "This is... this is terrible, Father. You're a monster."
I shrugged, my scales glinting in the fading light. "I am what I am, Tharros. A dragon. A creature of legend and terror. And this is what I do."
Tharros, look down. "Mother say you can not let your protective of me get the better you and yet you burn and swallow them alive!" I nodded
Tharros looked down, his silver scales glinting in the fading light. I regarded him calmly, my albino scales seeming to glow in the dimming light.
"Yes, Tharros," I said, my voice low and rumbling. "Your mother did say that, didn't she? That you need to be careful, that your desire to protect me and our family can sometimes cloud your judgment."
I sighed, a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "Let's get back home. And don't worry, they're not dead... yet." I patted Tharros's head, my claws gently ruffling his silver scales.
Tharros nodded, and we flew back, and when we arrived, I saw Thyriatrix and walked towards her
As I approached, Thyriatrix looked up at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity etched on her face. Her light green scales seemed to shimmer in the flickering torchlight of our cave.
"Welcome back, Aetherius," she said, her voice soft and melodious. "I see you and Tharros returned safely. What happened? You've been gone for a while."
I settled beside her, my albino scales glowing in the dim light. "We had a bit of an incident," I said, my voice low and rumbling. "Tharros and I had a... discussion about my methods."
I sigh. "1 human attack water magic at Tharros, and I act with burning and swallow them alive!"
Thyriatrix slammed her claws at her own face
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in horror as she slammed her claws against her own face, her light green scales seeming to pale in shock. "Aetherius, what have you done?!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair.
She turned to Tharros, who was watching us with a somber expression. "And you, Tharros? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"
Tharros answer "it alright it just water, and Father said they are still alive, and Father decided to be trapped there helpless, and when that mage is fully digested" he paused and continue "Father going to harness his water magic!" Thyriatrix looks at me in horror
Thyriatrix's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a mix of shock, horror, and disgust. She took a step back, her light green scales seeming to tremble with revulsion.
"Aetherius, how could you?!" she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. "You're going to harness the magic of a mage you swallowed alive? After everything we've taught our children about respect and compassion?"
She turned to Tharros, her expression softening. "Tharros, I'm glad you're safe, but your father's actions... they're unacceptable."
The human still stirred inside my stomach
The human's struggles were growing weaker, but I could still feel their faint movements, their sluggish attempts to escape the digestive juices that were slowly, incrementally breaking them down.
It was a gradual process, one that would take time, but I could sense their magic, too, the water affinity that Tharros had mentioned. It was a powerful force, one that I would soon be able to harness for myself.
My stomach growled, a low rumble that seemed to echo through the cave. Thyriatrix's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of disgust and concern.
Thyriatrix question, "How many humans do you swallow?" I sighed "since I swallowed a human city and I burned a few so in total there are" I paused
"...thousands," I finished, my voice low and matter-of-fact. Thyriatrix's eyes widened in horror, her light green scales seeming to pale in shock.
"Thousands?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, how could you? What were you thinking?"
Pov Tharros
I watched as my mother's expression changed from concern to horror. Her eyes were fixed on Father, her voice trembling with shock.
"Thousands?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, how could you? What were you thinking?"
I felt a pang of sadness and guilt. I had known that Father's actions would have consequences, but I had never imagined it would be this bad. Thousands of humans, swallowed or burned... the thought was staggering.
I looked at Father, searching for some sign of remorse or regret. But his expression was calm, almost detached. It was as if he had simply done what needed to be done, without considering the cost.
I question "a thousands of what? Please tell me!"
Father's expression remained calm, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "A thousand humans, Tharros," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "Men, women, children... all swallowed or burned in the city."
I sigh "yeah but what number digit of a thousands!"
Father's smile grew slightly wider, and he said, "Ah, Tharros, you want to know the exact number? Very well... it is... six thousand, seven hundred and twenty-four."
Mother shouted YOU are TELLING US THERE'RE 6724 human alive and struggling inside your stomach?" Father nodded "Yes but at least that where I stop counting!"
Mother's eyes went wide with horror, and she took a step back, her voice shaking with rage. "Aetherius, you monster! How could you do such a thing?!"
I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true extent of Father's actions. 6,724 humans, alive and struggling inside his stomach... it was a thought that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.
Father's expression remained calm, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "I told you, my dear," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "I have a bit of a... capacity issue."
I question, "What do you mean a capacity issue?"
Father chuckled, a low rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. "Well, Tharros, it's quite simple really," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You see, my stomach is rather... expansive. It can hold a considerable amount of, shall we say, 'contents'." He paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "But even I have my limits. And 6,724 humans, I'm afraid, is where I drew the line."
Father smiled. "I actually stopped counting the amount of human I swallowed at the 6,724 mark there could be more in there!"
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Father's words hung in the air. The thought of even more humans trapped inside his stomach, struggling to survive, was a daunting one.
Mother's face had turned pale, her eyes wide with horror. "Aetherius, this is... this is unimaginable," she whispered, her voice trembling with rage and disgust. "You're a monster, a true monster."
Father's smile never wavered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, my dear, you wound me," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm simply a dragon doing what comes naturally. And besides, I'm not all bad. I've taken good care of our little Tharros, haven't I?" He turned to me, his eyes expectant, as if seeking approval.
I felt a surge of conflicting emotions: horror at Father's actions, yet a twisted sense of loyalty and love for him. I didn't know what to say or do, so I simply stood there, frozen in uncertainty.
Father sighed. "I don't think I can eat another bite out of them!" I look at his belly and surprise how swollen it is
I couldn't help but stare at Father's belly, which was indeed swollen to an alarming size. It was as if his stomach had expanded to accommodate the sheer number of humans he had swallowed. The scales on his belly were stretched taut, shimmering with a faint sheen of sweat.
"Father, how... how are you even standing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Father chuckled, his belly jiggling with the movement. "Ah, well, as I said, I have a bit of a capacity issue. But don't worry, I'll be fine. I just need to... digest... for a while."
I stared at Father, unsure how to respond. His nonchalant attitude toward swallowing thousands of humans was both fascinating and terrifying.
Mother, however, was not as calm. Her face was red with rage, and her voice trembled with anger. "Aetherius, this is unacceptable!" she shouted, her fists clenched at her sides. "You're a monster! How could you do such a thing?"
Father's expression turned serious, and he took a step back, his massive belly jiggling with the movement. "My dear, you don't understand," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "I am a dragon. This is what I do. And besides, I'm not hurting anyone... at least, not anymore." He chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the true extent of Father's powers. He was a creature of legend, a monster of myth and magic. And I was his son.
Father grunt. "You know it feel tight, and all of them are still alive and stirring!" Mother sight "no surprise by that!"
Father's face contorted in discomfort, his scales glistening with sweat. "Ugh, it's like they're crawling around in there," he groaned, clutching his belly. "I've never had so many... lively... meals at once."
Mother's expression turned even more disgusted. "You're getting what you deserve, Aetherius," she spat. "You've brought this on yourself with your gluttony."
I watched in morbid fascination as Father's belly continued to squirm and writhe, the humans inside him struggling to escape. It was a surreal and terrifying sight.
Pov Aetherius
I groaned, my scales glistening with sweat as I clutched my belly. It felt like a thousand tiny hands were clawing at my stomach lining, trying to escape. I had never swallowed so many humans at once, and it was taking its toll.
I glared at her but couldn't deny the truth in her words. I had gotten carried away with my feeding frenzy, and now I was paying the price.
Thyriatrix question "does the tightness and them moving around hurt?"
I winced, my belly churning with discomfort. "Ah, yes... it's not exactly pleasant," I admitted, my deep voice rumbling. "The tightness is uncomfortable, and the movement... it's like a thousand tiny needles pricking at my stomach lining."
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the pressure. "But it's not just the physical discomfort," I added, my expression grim. "It's the... awareness. I can feel their fear, their panic, their desperation. It's a constant, gnawing presence in my mind."
I glared at Lyra, who was watching me with a mixture of disgust and concern. "You think I wanted this?" I growled. "I'm a dragon, not a monster. But sometimes... sometimes my hunger gets the better of me."
Tharros mocked me about the pain
Tharros snickered, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ha! You're complaining about a little discomfort? You're the one who swallowed over 6,724 humans whole!"
I shot Tharros a withering glance, my eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Ah, yes, laugh now, my son," I growled, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But one day you'll understand the... joys of being a dragon. The constant hunger, the pressure to feed, the weight of your own gluttony."
I clenched my jaws, my teeth grinding together in frustration. "You think it's funny now, but wait until you're the one with a belly full of squirming humans. See how you like it then."
Tharros's grin faltered, and he took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise. Thyriatrix placed a restraining hand on my arm, her expression cautioning me to calm down.
Suddenly, the rest of my children appear out of nowhere, and Lyriath questions "Father what wrong? Why is your belly big?"
I looked down at my swollen belly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. "Ah, well... I may have eaten a few too many humans," I admitted, trying to downplay the situation.
Lyriath's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his navy-blue and dark red scales glistening in the light. "A few too many?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "Father, your belly is enormous!"
Vyraxys, my dark bronze-scaled son, chuckled. "Yeah, Father, you look like you're about to hatch a new batch of dragons!"
Nyxoria, my amethyst-scaled daughter, looked concerned. "Father, are you okay? That must be very uncomfortable."
Lyrixa, my rose gold-scaled daughter, giggled. "And what about the humans, Father? Are they okay?"
Kaidorix, my forest green-scaled son, looked puzzled. "Wait, Father, how many humans did you eat?"
I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Tharros, my silver-scaled child, spoke up instead. "He swallowed over 6,724 humans, and he's still feeling a bit... uncomfortable."
The room fell silent, with all my children staring at me in shock and awe.
I grunted as the human moving around and the tightness. "I think I ate more than 6,724 human, maybe 7,000-10,000 human." Grunt in pain
I groaned, my voice strained from the discomfort. "Uggghhh... I think I underestimated the number... It feels like... there's a whole city in there..." My belly churned and roiled, the humans inside me squirming and struggling.
My children stared at me in horror, their eyes wide with shock. Lyriath took a step back, his face pale. "Father, how is that even possible?" he whispered.
Vyraxys shook his head, his dark bronze scales glinting in the light. "You're going to burst, Father. You can't fit that many humans inside you."
Nyxoria looked worried, her amethyst scales shimmering with concern. "Father, please be careful. We don't want anything to happen to you."
I grunted again, the pain and discomfort becoming almost unbearable. "I... I need to find a way to... digest them... or get them out of me..." I trailed off, my voice weak and strained.
I felt a wave of pain hit me, and I fell to the ground
I collapsed onto the hard, stone floor, my massive body crashing down with a deafening thud. My children rushed to my side, their voices filled with concern and alarm.
"Father! Father, can you hear us?" Lyriath shouted, his navy-blue and blood red scales glistening with worry.
Vyraxys tried to lift me up, but I was too heavy, too bloated. "We need to get him to a healer," he said, his dark bronze scales glinting with urgency.
Nyxoria placed a gentle hand on my scaly forehead. "Father, please don't die. We need you."
I groaned, my vision blurring. The humans inside me were still squirming, still struggling to escape. I could feel them pushing against my stomach lining, threatening to burst free at any moment.
Thyriatrix sighed and looked at me. "This is what you get, Aetherius, you moron!"
I weakly opened my eyes, meeting Thyriatrix's stern gaze. I knew I deserved her scolding, but her words still stung. "I... I know," I croaked, my voice barely audible.
Thyriatrix shook her head, her light green scales glinting with exasperation. "You always do this, Aetherius. You get carried away with your feeding frenzies, and then you wonder why you end up like this."
I winced, feeling a surge of pain and discomfort. The humans inside me were getting more agitated by the minute, and I could feel my stomach lining straining to contain them.
Lyriath, Vyraxys, and Nyxoria exchanged worried glances, their faces etched with concern. Tharros, my silver-scaled child, looked on with a mixture of fascination and horror.
Kaidorix, my forest green-scaled son, spoke up, his voice filled with innocence. "Mother, can't we just... let them out?"
Thyriatrix shook her head "no getting them out from his poor stomach is not something that is possible!"
I grunted even louder, "and I think they won't get digested for many hours!"
Thyriatrix's expression turned grim, her light green scales glinting with concern. "This is going to be a long and painful process, isn't it?" she said, her voice laced with worry.
I grunted again, my belly churning with discomfort. "I... I think so," I managed to gasp. "I've never swallowed so many humans before. I don't know how long it'll take for them to... be digested."
Lyriath looked pale, his navy-blue and blood red scales seeming to fade with his worry. "Father, can we get you something to help with the pain?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Vyraxys nodded in agreement. "Yes, we should get the healer. Maybe they can give you something to ease the discomfort."
I weakly nodded, my vision blurring with pain. "Y... yes. Get the healer. Please..."
I thought to myself,'I'm going to get humiliating, and it hurt so much.' Tharros climbed his 4 year old body to the top of my belly
Tharros, my little silver-scaled child, sat atop my bloated belly, looking down at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. His big, round eyes sparkled with innocence as he asked, "Father, why are you so big and round?"
I groaned, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. This was indeed a humiliating experience, and having my young child sitting on my belly, asking me questions, made it even more mortifying.
Thyriatrix chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Tharros, don't play games. You know that he ate like 6,724-10,000 humans!" Tharros nodded, and Lyriath to Kieraxys looked very shocked at the amount
Tharros nodded, his silver scales glinting in the light. "Yes, Mother. I saw Father eat them. He swallowed them whole!"
Lyriath's eyes widened in shock, his navy-blue and dark red scales seeming to pale in comparison to his stunned expression. "6,724 to 10,000 humans? Father, how is that even possible?"
Vyraxys, my dark bronze-scaled son, looked equally shocked. "I've never heard of anyone eating that many humans before!"
Nyxoria, my amethyst-scaled daughter, covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with horror. "Father, that's... that's so many humans!"
Lyrixa, my rose gold-scaled daughter, looked like she was about to faint. "I think I'm going to be sick..." she whispered.
Kaidorix, my forest green-scaled son, shook his head. "Father, you're going to explode!"
Kieraxys, my copper-scaled son, just stared at me, his eyes wide with shock and awe. "Father... you're a monster..."
I look at them "whatever I don't care!" And suddenly the human inside me moving even more active then before
I groaned, clutching my bloated belly as the humans inside me began to move more violently. It felt like they were trying to escape, their tiny fists and feet pounding against my stomach lining.
Thyriatrix's expression turned from amusement to concern. "Aetherius, maybe you should calm down. You don't want to make things worse."
But I was beyond reason. I was in too much pain and discomfort. I glared at my children, my eyes blazing with irritation. "Just leave me alone! I don't need your sympathy or your judgment."
The humans inside me continued to struggle and squirm, making my belly churn and roil. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
Tharros, still sitting on my belly, looked up at me with a mixture of worry and fear. "Father, please... don't die..."
Thyriatrix question "Now a healer?" I sighed."I don't know!"
Thyriatrix's expression turned stern. "Aetherius, don't be stubborn. You need help, and you need it now. Tharros, go fetch the healer. Now."
Tharros scrambled off my belly and took off running, his little silver scales glinting as he disappeared into the distance.
I groaned, feeling a wave of pain wash over me. The humans inside me were getting more and more agitated, and I could feel my stomach lining straining to contain them.
Lyriath, my navy-blue and dark red-scaled son, looked at me with concern. "Father, please... just hang on. The healer will be here soon."
I nodded weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, the healer could help me survive this ordeal.
Pov Tharros
I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, my silver scales glinting in the light. Mother had told me to fetch the healer, and I knew it was important. Father was in a lot of pain, and I could see the worry in Mother's eyes.
As I ran, I couldn't help but think about what had happened. Father had eaten so many humans, and now he was suffering because of it. I had seen it all, and it had been both fascinating and terrifying.
I finally reached the healer's hut and burst through the door. "Healer! Healer! My father needs your help!" I exclaimed.
The healer, a wise old dragon with scales as white as snow, looked up from her work. "Ah, Tharros. What's wrong with your father?"
I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "He ate too many humans, and now his belly is big and painful. Mother says he needs your help."
The healer nodded, her expression serious. "I'll come right away. Let's go, Tharros."
I question the healer, "Can I know your name?"
The healer smiled, her white scales glinting in the light. "Of course, young Tharros. My name is Eriolix. I'm a skilled healer, and I'll do my best to help your father." She nodded reassuringly, her eyes kind and gentle.
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Father was in good hands. "Thank you, Eriolix. Let's go to Father now."
Eriolix spread her wings, and I followed suit. We took to the skies, soaring through the air as we made our way back to Father's location. As we flew, I could see the concern etched on Eriolix's face, and I knew she was eager to help Father.
After a few minutes of flying, our home came into view. I could see Father lying on the ground, his belly bloated and painful-looking. Mother and my siblings were gathered around him, looking worried.
Eriolix and I landed beside Father, and she quickly set to work examining him. "Don't worry, Tharros," she said reassuringly. "I'll do everything I can to help your father."
Pov Aetherius
Eriolix walking towards me "Hello Aetherius!"
I groaned, my voice weak and strained. "Eriolix... thank the gods you're here. I'm... I'm in a bit of a predicament."
Eriolix's expression was calm and professional, but I could see a hint of concern in her eyes. She set down her bag of supplies and approached me, her white scales glinting in the light.
"Let's take a look, shall we?" she said, her voice soothing. "Tharros told me you ate a bit too many humans. How many did you consume, exactly?"
I winced, feeling a surge of embarrassment. "I... I'm not entirely sure. Between 6,724 and 10,000, I think."
Eriolix's eyebrows shot up, and she let out a low whistle. "Well, Aetherius, it looks like you've certainly got your work cut out for you."
Erilix sighed "look I can't make his stomach magicly feel better. We just have to wait!"
I groaned, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. "Wait? You mean I just have to lie here and suffer?" I asked, my voice laced with frustration.
Eriolix nodded sympathetically. "I'm afraid so, Aetherius. Your stomach will just have to digest the humans at its own pace. I can give you some medicine to help with the pain and discomfort, but that's about it."
Thyriatrix, my mate, spoke up, her voice firm but worried. "Aetherius, just be patient. It's not like you haven't done this before."
I glared at her, feeling a surge of annoyance. "Yes, but not to this extent! I've never eaten this many humans before."
Eriolix placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "Just try to relax, Aetherius. It'll be over soon."
I shouted in complaining, "It will take like hours or days, and you know humans have evolved to strong acid resistance!" Eriolix nodded "Yes I have heard about it! And I can see their desperate squirm!"
I groaned, feeling a wave of despair wash over me. "This is a nightmare. I'm going to be stuck like this for days, with these humans squirming around inside me."
Eriolix nodded sympathetically. "I'm afraid so, Aetherius. The humans' acid resistance has made them quite... resilient."
As if to illustrate her point, a particularly loud squirming noise echoed from within my belly, making me wince. Thyriatrix placed a reassuring hand on my scales.
Tharros, my little silver-scaled child, looked up at me with wide eyes. "Father, are the humans going to come out?"
I hesitated, unsure how to answer. Eriolix spoke up instead. "It's possible, Tharros. But we'll just have to wait and see."
Thyriatrix sighed. "You can leave now, Eriolix!" She nodded and flew off in the distance
I watched as Eriolix disappeared into the horizon, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. Relief that the awkward conversation was over, but frustration that I was still stuck in this uncomfortable and embarrassing situation.
Thyriatrix turned to me, her expression softening. "Don't worry, Aetherius. We'll get through this together."
I nodded, feeling a small sense of gratitude towards her. But my relief was short-lived, as another loud squirming noise echoed from within my belly.
Tharros looked up at me with concern. "Father, are you okay?"
I forced a weak smile. "I'm fine, Tharros. Just... just a little uncomfortable."
Tharros, 4 years old body climbing back up to the top of my belly as I lay down on my side
I felt a tiny weight settling onto my bloated belly as Tharros climbed back up to his perch. He sat down, his little silver scales glinting in the light, and looked down at me with a serious expression.
"Father, I'm going to stay here with you," he said, his voice firm. "I want to make sure you're okay."
I smiled weakly, feeling a surge of affection for my little son. "Thank you, Tharros. That means a lot to me."
Tharros nodded, his eyes shining with concern. "I'll stay here until the humans come out," he said, his voice matter-of-fact.
I chuckled, despite my discomfort. "You're a brave little dragon, Tharros," I said, my voice filled with pride.
The human seem to be trying to burst out, but no matter how, try they won't burst out
I groaned, feeling the humans squirming and struggling inside me. It was like they were trying to rip their way out of my stomach, but my scales held firm.
Tharros looked down at me with a mixture of fascination and concern. "Father, it sounds like the humans are trying to escape."
I nodded, wincing in discomfort. "They are, Tharros. But they won't be able to. My stomach is designed to digest them, and my scales will keep them contained."
The humans continued to struggle and squirm, making my belly churn and roil. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and calm my stomach.
Tharros sat quietly on my belly, watching me with big, round eyes. After a few moments, he spoke up again. "Father, how long will it take for the humans to be digested?"
I shrug
Tharros nodded, seeming to accept that he wouldn't get a clear answer. He settled in, sitting quietly on my belly as the humans continued to squirm and struggle inside me.
The silence was punctuated only by the occasional groan or squelching sound from within my stomach. Tharros watched me with an intent expression, as if waiting for something to happen.
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and calm my stomach. The waiting game was on, and all I could do was lie here and let nature take its course.
Tharros smiled. "I can feel them father they all trying to burst out your stomach and your belly!"
I grunted even more. "I know, and I think it will be that for hours or days!" They squirm even more trying to burst out
I groaned, feeling the humans' struggles intensifying. My belly churned and roiled, and I could feel the acid in my stomach churning and bubbling.
Tharros' smile grew wider, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's like they're having a party in there, Father!" he exclaimed.
I grunted, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. But there was no escaping the discomfort, not with the humans squirming and struggling inside me like this.
The squirming grew more intense, and I could feel my stomach muscles straining to contain the humans. It was a strange, unsettling sensation, like my belly was alive and trying to burst free from my scales.
I thought to myself 'it like there is a whole city in total of 6,724-10,000 human'
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. A whole city's worth of humans, squirming and struggling inside me. It was a staggering number, and I couldn't help but wonder how I had even managed to consume so many.
The humans continued to squirm and struggle, their movements feeling like a never-ending earthquake inside my belly. I groaned, feeling my stomach muscles protest the strain.
Tharros looked down at me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Father, do you think they'll ever stop moving?" he asked.
I shook my head, wincing in discomfort. "I don't know, Tharros. But I hope so. Soon."
"Ahhh!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the air as a wave of intense pain washed over me. My stomach muscles contracted violently, and I could feel the humans inside me squirming and struggling even more desperately.
Tharros' eyes widened in alarm as he looked down at me. "Father! Father, are you okay?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with worry.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ride out the wave of pain. But it was no use. The pain was too intense, and I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.
The humans inside me seemed to sense my distress, and they redoubled their efforts to escape. I could feel them pushing and straining against my stomach muscles, trying to break free.
I cried out again, my voice hoarse with pain. "Make it stop... please... make it stop..."
Thyriatrix curious, "What is happening? Aetherius, how do you feel? What are they doing to try and burst out?" She said, worried
I gritted my teeth, trying to find the words to describe the agony I was experiencing. "They're... they're squirming and struggling, trying to break free. It feels like they're tearing me apart from the inside out."
Thyriatrix's expression turned even more worried. "Aetherius, I've never seen you like this before. Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
I shook my head, feeling a wave of despair wash over me. "I don't know, Thyriatrix. I've never felt anything like this before. It's like they're... they're taking over my body or something."
Tharros looked up at Thyriatrix, his eyes wide with concern. "Mother, can't we do something to help Father?" he asked.
Thyriatrix hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do. "I don't know, Tharros. I've never dealt with a situation like this before. Maybe we should..."
But before she could finish, I let out a loud roar, my body convulsing in agony. The humans inside me were getting more and more agitated, and I could feel myself losing control.
Pov Tharros
I lay down on the top of Father enormous belly as the human trying to break free
I snuggled into the soft, scaly flesh of Father's belly, feeling the warmth and comfort of his body beneath me. But as I lay there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder.
The humans inside Father were still trying to break free, and I could feel their movements beneath me. It was like a big, squirming storm, and I was right in the middle of it.
I looked up at Mother, who was watching me with a worried expression. "Mother, are you sure it's safe for me to be here?" I asked, feeling a tiny bit of uncertainty.
Mother nodded, her scales rustling softly. "Yes, Tharros. You're safe. He would never hurt you."
I nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance. I lay back down on Father's belly, feeling the humans squirming and struggling beneath me. It was a strange, wild feeling, but I was determined to ride it out and see what happened next.
As I lay there, I could feel the humans' movements becoming more and more agitated. They were squirming and struggling, trying to break free from Father's stomach. I could feel their tiny fists and feet pounding against Father's scales, but they weren't making any progress.
Father groaned beneath me, his body tensing up as the humans' struggles grew more intense. I looked up at Mother, who was watching us with a worried expression.
"Mother, I think Father's getting uncomfortable," I said, feeling a pang of concern.
Mother nodded, her scales rustling softly. "Yes, Tharros. I think you're right. Maybe you should come down from there and give Father some space."
But I shook my head, feeling a sense of determination. "No, Mother. I want to stay with Father. I want to see what happens next."
Lyriath question "Father did you eat some humans that have a weapon?"
Pov Aetherius
I groaned, feeling a surge of pain and discomfort. "I... I don't know, Lyriath. I didn't exactly get a chance to inspect their inventory before I swallowed them."
Lyriath eyes widened with concern. "But Father, what if they had something sharp inside them? What if it's cutting you up from the inside?"
I winced, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me. I hadn't thought of that possibility. What if I had eaten humans with sharp objects inside them? What if they were causing internal damage?
Thyriatrix stepped forward, her expression calm and reassuring. "Aetherius, don't worry. We'll get through this. We'll figure out a way to make you comfortable and safe."
But I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. What if Lyriath's worst fears were true? What if I had eaten humans with sharp objects inside them, and now they were causing irreparable damage to my internal organs?
I was trying to remember if there was a human that was holding a weapon before Tharros answered since he was the only one with me at that time
Tharros' voice piped up, "Father, I remember! There was a human who had a small, shiny object in his hand. I didn't see what it was, but it looked sharp."
My heart sank, and I felt a wave of worry wash over me. A sharp object? Inside me? This was not good.
I looked up at Thyriatrix, who was watching me with a concerned expression. "Thyriatrix, I think Tharros might be right. There might be a human with a sharp object inside me."
Thyriatrix' expression turned serious, and she nodded. "We need to be careful, Aetherius. We don't know what kind of damage that object could be causing."
I smiled nervously. "I do have a strong stomach. Remember, I'm sure it no problem! I hope. " she nodded and sighed of relief
Thyriatrix nodded, a look of relief washing over her face. "Yes, Aetherius. You do have a strong stomach. I'm sure you'll be fine." She paused, then added, "But just to be safe, let's keep an eye on you, okay?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance. With Thyriatrix and the others watching over me, I knew I'd be okay.
Tharros, who had been quietly observing the conversation, suddenly piped up. "Father, can I ask something?"
I smiled, feeling a sense of normalcy returning. "Of course, Tharros. What is it?"
Thyriatrix looks outside of the mountain cave, and it is now nighttime
Thyriatrix sighed "alright little ones time to get some sleep, and Tharros, you can sleep with your siblings, and I know you always sleep under your father wings but he is in pain right now!" Tharros horror since he is the oldest, but he is a scary-cat, and the only place he sleeps is under my wings
I watched as Tharros' face fell, his eyes widening in horror. "But Mother, I don't want to sleep with the others! I want to sleep under Father's wings, like I always do!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling.
Thyriatrix sighed, her expression softening. "Tharros, I know you're used to sleeping under your father's wings, but he's not feeling well right now. We need to give him some space."
Tharros looked up at me, his eyes pleading. I could see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes, and I knew that he was scared to sleep anywhere else.
I tried to reassure him, my voice weak but gentle. "Tharros, it's okay. I'll be right here. You can sleep with your siblings, and I'll be fine."
But Tharros shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. "No, Father! I don't want to leave you! What if something happens to you while I'm sleeping?"
I sighed "alright Tharros get off. I have an idea, I think!" Tharros nodded, and he jumped down off my belly
As Tharros jumped down, I could feel a slight sense of relief wash over me. My belly was still churning and uncomfortable, but at least Tharros was no longer adding to the pressure.
I looked over at Thyriatrix, who was watching us with a curious expression. "I think I can make Tharros feel better," I said, a plan forming in my mind.
Thyriatrix raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did you have in mind, Aetherius?"
I smiled, feeling a sense of determination. "I'll spread my wings, and Tharros can sleep underneath them, just like he always does. That way, he'll feel safe and comfortable, and I'll be able to keep an eye on him."
Thyriatrix nodded, a look of approval on her face. "That's a great idea, Aetherius. Let's get Tharros settled in."
I turned my body a bit and lay down on my belly first and thought it hurt a lot when it hit the stone ground
I winced in pain as my belly made contact with the stone ground. The impact sent a shockwave of discomfort through my body, and I could feel the humans inside me squirming and struggling even more.
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain. But it was no use. A low growl rumbled in my throat as I struggled to find a comfortable position.
Thyriatrix rushed to my side, concern etched on her face. "Aetherius, are you okay? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."
But I shook my head, determined to make this work for Tharros' sake. "No, I'm fine. Just...just give me a moment."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Slowly, I began to spread my wings, creating a warm, sheltered space beneath them. Tharros' eyes lit up, and he scurried underneath, snuggling into the warmth and safety of my wings.
I sigh. "I think the human won't be digested today!" Thyriatrix nodded."If they don't get digested fast, I'm going to send Tharros to get healer Eriolix again!"
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that Thyriatrix was taking charge. "Yes, that's a good idea. I don't want to risk anything happening to me...or to the humans inside me."
Thyriatrix's expression turned thoughtful. "I'll make sure to send Tharros to get Eriolix if you're not showing any signs of improvement by tomorrow morning."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Thyriatrix. She was always looking out for me and our family, and I knew I could count on her to make the right decisions.
As I lay there, I could feel the humans inside me still squirming and struggling. I sighed, hoping that Eriolix would be able to help me digest them quickly and safely. The sooner this ordeal was over, the better.
Pov Tharros
I snuggled deeper into the warm, sheltered space beneath Father's wings, feeling safe and protected. I loved sleeping under Father's wings, and I was grateful that Mother had let me stay here tonight.
As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear Father's gentle rumbling and the sound of the humans squirming inside his belly. I felt a little worried about Father, but Mother seemed to think he would be okay.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth and comfort of Father's wings envelop me. I was safe, and that's all that mattered. As I fell asleep, I could feel Father's gentle breathing and the soft rustle of his scales. It was a soothing sound, and it lulled me into a deep and dreamless sleep.
I look at his enormous belly where, in total, 6,724-10,000 human squirming tries to burst out, and I wimpper in worried
I gazed up at Father's enormous belly, my eyes wide with worry. The thought of all those humans squirming and struggling to get out was terrifying. What if they succeeded? What if they hurt Father?
I whimpered, feeling a wave of fear wash over me. Mother noticed my distress and came over to comfort me.
"Shh, Tharros. It's okay. Father is strong. He can handle it," she said, nuzzling me gently.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I looked up at Father's belly again, watching in horror as it rippled and bulged with the movements of the humans inside.
What if Father couldn't handle it? What if the humans broke free and hurt us all?
I wimpper even louder
Mother quickly wrapped her wings around me, holding me close in a comforting embrace. "Tharros, shh! It's okay, little one. Father is going to be fine. Just calm down and try to sleep."
But I couldn't calm down. The thought of all those humans squirming inside Father's belly was too terrifying. I whimpered even louder, my voice shaking with fear.
Father stirred, his wings rustling softly as he looked down at me with concern. "Tharros, my little one... don't worry. I'll be okay. Just sleep, and let Mother take care of you."
But I just couldn't shake off the fear. I buried my face in Mother's feathers, whimpering and trembling with worry.
I looked at his belly and nuzzled my head into it
Pov Aetherius
I scream by the pressure that Tharros nuzzled my belly. "OUCH!"
I let out a loud roar of pain as Tharros nuzzled his head into my belly. The pressure was intense, and I could feel the humans inside me squirming and struggling even more.
"OUCH!" I screamed, trying to arch my back and relieve the pressure. But it was no use. Tharros was still nuzzling his head into my belly, and I could feel his hot breath on my scales.
Thyriatrix rushed over, trying to pull Tharros away. "Tharros, stop! You're hurting Father!" she exclaimed.
But Tharros just kept nuzzling, his eyes closed in a tight squeeze. I could feel his fear and worry, and I knew he was just trying to comfort me.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Tharros, my little one... please. You're making it worse," I managed to gasp out.
Pov Tharros
I whimpered even louder, my eyes still closed as I nuzzled my head deeper into Father's belly. I was trying to comfort him, to make him feel better, but it seemed like I was making it worse.
Mother tried to pull me away again, but I resisted, digging my claws into Father's scales. I didn't want to leave him, not when he was hurting.
Father's roar of pain had scared me, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He was just in pain, and I wanted to help him. So I kept nuzzling, kept whimpering, hoping that somehow, someway, I could make him feel better.
Father's expression changed from pain to surprise, and he looked at me with a hint of amusement. "Damn my wings... they always have the number 1 thing that can calm him down!" he exclaimed.
I didn't understand what Father meant, but Mother seemed to. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, Aetherius. Your wings have a calming effect on Tharros."
Father slowly spread his wings, enveloping me in their warm, comforting shade. I felt my whimpering subside, replaced by a sense of calm and security. I nuzzled deeper into Father's belly, feeling his warmth and love radiating from his wings.
As I nuzzled deeper into Father's belly, I felt his warmth and love radiating from his wings. The pain and discomfort seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility. Father's wings were like a magical blanket, wrapping me in comfort and security.
Father smiled, his eyes shining with love and amusement. "I'm glad my wings can still calm you down, little one," he said, his voice low and rumbling.
Mother settled down beside us, her eyes watchful and caring. "Let's just rest here for a while," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "We'll figure out what to do about the humans inside Father's belly in the morning."
As we rested, I felt my eyelids growing heavy, and I snuggled deeper into Father's belly, feeling safe and protected. The last thing I remembered was Father's warm wings enveloping me, and his loving voice whispering in my ear...
Mother sighted. "Just don't make even worse for your father, alright, Tharros!"
I nodded, still snuggled up against Father's belly. "I won't, Mother. I promise," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Father chuckled, his wings rustling softly. "I think Tharros has learned his lesson, Thyriatrix. He just wanted to help."
Mother smiled, her expression softening. "I know, Aetherius. But sometimes, helping means giving someone space to heal."
I looked up at Mother, feeling a pang of guilt. I hadn't meant to make things worse for Father. I just wanted to make him feel better.
Father's wings wrapped around me a little tighter, and I felt his warmth and love radiating towards me. "It's okay, Tharros. I know you were just trying to help. Now, let's just rest and get some sleep."
Father grunt again "it seem they won't get digested, so we have a lot to go through!"
Mother's expression turned serious, and she nodded in agreement. "Yes, Aetherius. It seems we have a long and difficult road ahead of us."
I looked up at Father, feeling a sense of worry. What did he mean by "a lot to go through"? What was going to happen to him? To us?
Father's grunt turned into a low rumble, and he shifted his position, trying to get comfortable. "I just hope Eriolix can help us. We're going to need all the help we can get."
Mother nodded, her eyes never leaving Father's face. "I'll send Tharros to fetch Eriolix at first light. We'll get through this, Aetherius. Together."
Father shook his head. "NO! you said if they won't get digested the next day, you will send Tharros to get Eriolix again!"
Mother's expression turned sheepish, and she looked at Father with a hint of embarrassment. "Oh, dear... I'm so sorry, Aetherius. You're right. I did say that, didn't I?"
Father nodded, his eyes stern but amused. "Yes, you did. And I'm holding you to that. Tharros will go get Eriolix again tomorrow morning."
I looked up at Mother, then at Father, feeling a sense of excitement and importance. I was going to go get Eriolix again! I was going to help Father!