The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I stretched my wings and yawned, shaking off the slumber. Father's wing was still wrapped around me, and I could feel his gentle breathing.
I carefully slid out from under his wing, trying not to disturb him. Mother was already up, tending to the nest and making breakfast. The aroma of freshly caught fish wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.
"Good morning, Tharros," Mother said, smiling at me. "How are you feeling today?"
I smiled. "I'm find, mother!"
Father smiled back "let continue your teleportation skills lesson!"
I grinned, excitement sparking within me. "Yes, Father! I'm ready to learn more."
Father nodded, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Very well, let's get started. Yesterday's lesson was... eventful, to say the least. But I think you're ready to move on to the next step."
He gestured to an open area of the cave, where a series of small rocks were arranged in a pattern. "Today, we're going to practice teleporting objects. It's a bit more complex than teleporting yourself, but I think you're up to the challenge."
I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation. I was ready to learn and master this new skill.
Father smiled, his expression serious. "Remember, Tharros, teleporting objects requires focus and precision. You need to concentrate on the object you want to teleport, and visualize it moving from one place to another."
I took a deep breath, focusing my mind. I looked at the rocks arranged in front of me, choosing a small one as my target. I concentrated on the rock, visualizing it moving from its current position to a new one a few feet away.
As I visualized the rock's movement, I could feel a strange energy building up inside me. It was like a buzzing in my veins, a sensation that grew stronger with each passing moment.
Father watched me intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Good, Tharros," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "You're focusing your energy. Now, try to release it, to let the rock move."
I took another deep breath, feeling the energy build up to a crescendo. Then, with a sudden burst of willpower, I released it, visualizing the rock flying through the air to its new destination.
The rock trembled for a moment, and then, in a flash of movement, it vanished from its original position and reappeared a few feet away, exactly where I had visualized it.
I let out a triumphant cry, pumping my fist in the air. "I did it, Father! I teleported the rock!"
Father beamed with pride, his eyes shining with excitement. "That's my boy, Tharros! You're a natural!" He strode over to me, his wings spread wide, and enveloped me in a warm hug.
I basked in the praise, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. I had done it! I had actually teleported an object!
As Father released me from the hug, I noticed Mother watching us from the sidelines, a warm smile on her face. "Well done, Tharros," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You're growing up to be a powerful dragon indeed." I nodded
Father chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think you're ready for the next challenge, Tharros. Let's try teleporting something a bit larger. How about that boulder over there?" He nodded towards a large rock that was sitting a short distance away.
Father giggled and teleported me and Father to the forest outside out home
I stumbled slightly as we materialized in the forest, my scales adjusting to the change in surroundings. Father chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Surprise, Tharros!" he exclaimed, his voice full of joy. "I thought it was time for a change of scenery. What do you think? Shall we go exploring?"
Father, step back a few meters "alright teleport anything you want that is near, and bring it here!" I nodded
I teleport something that is near and bring somewhere nearby, but I hear Father fall and grunted in pain
I thought to myself,'Did I teleport something alive to his stomach again?'
I rushed to Father's side, concern etched on my face. "Father, are you okay? What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.
Father groaned, his face scrunched up in pain. "Tharros... I think you teleported a rather large and angry beehive... into my stomach... again," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained.
I place my small claws on his now massive belly and feel it moving, and I can feel a wings and a horn and a claw
I gasped in alarm, my eyes wide with worry. "Father, I think I teleported more than just a beehive!" I exclaimed, my voice shaking with fear.
The movements inside Father's belly grew more agitated, and I could feel the distinct shapes of wings, a horn, and claws squirming around. Suddenly, a loud, muffled roar echoed from within Father's stomach.
I stumbled backward, my claws slipping off Father's belly. "Father, what do I do?!" I cried out, panic rising up within me.
I take a deep breath. "I can feel a wings and horn and a claws inside your stomach, father!" I folded my ears back
Father's face contorted in a mixture of pain and amusement. "Ah, Tharros... I think you've managed to teleport a rather... formidable creature inside me," he groaned, his voice strained.
He took a deep breath, and his stomach bulged outward even more. "I think it's a... a Wyvern," he gasped, his eyes watering in discomfort.
I took a step back, my ears folding back even further in alarm. A Wyvern?! Inside Father's stomach?! This was not good. Not good at all.
Father grunted, "but I deeply hope it is not a dragon!"
I let out a nervous laugh, my eyes wide with worry. "Oh no, Father! Please don't say that! A dragon inside your stomach would be... catastrophic!"
Just then, Father's stomach lurched violently, and a loud, thunderous roar echoed from within. The ground shook beneath our feet, and I stumbled backward, my heart racing with fear.
Father's eyes went wide, and he gritted his teeth. "Tharros... I think it's too late for hopes. I'm pretty sure... it's a dragon."
Father sighed, "But I don't know if it is a dragon or a wyvern!"
I let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, Father, I think we're about to find out. Either way, it's not exactly ideal to have a large, fire-breathing creature inside your stomach."
Father groaned, his face contorted in discomfort. "Tell me about it, Tharros. Just... try to get it out of me, please?"
I hesitated "Father if it is a dragon, what would we do?"
Father's face scrunched up in thought, his eyes squinting in discomfort. "Well, Tharros... if it is a dragon, we'll have to figure out a way to get it out of me without... you know, letting it burn us to a crisp."
He paused, wincing as the dragon inside him stirred. "I think our best bet would be to try and communicate with it. Dragons are intelligent creatures, after all. Maybe we can find out why it's inside me and... persuade it to leave peacefully."
I looked at Father uncertainly, wondering if that was even possible.
I question, "Is it counts as cannibal that I teleport a dragon into your stomach? Since we are dragon after all!"
Father's face contorted in a mixture of pain and amusement. "Ah, Tharros... I don't think that's exactly the most pressing concern at the moment," he chuckled, wincing as the dragon inside him stirred.
"But to answer your question, I suppose it's a bit of a gray area. I mean, we are dragons, and dragons don't typically eat other dragons... but at the same time, you did just teleport a dragon into my stomach."
He laughed, a deep rumbling sound. "I think we can safely say that this is a unique situation, and we'll just have to worry about the moral implications later."
I question, "So what if it is a wyvern?"
Father's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, Tharros, if it's a wyvern... that's a slightly different story. Wyverns are a bit more... unpredictable than dragons, and they're not as intelligent."
He paused, his face scrunched up in concentration. "If it's a wyvern, we'll have to be more careful. Wyverns are more prone to attacking on instinct, so we'll need to find a way to calm it down and get it out of me without getting hurt."
I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. Dealing with a wyvern was definitely going to be a challenge.
The things kick and squirm trying to get out, and I see big claws pushing out
I took a step back, my eyes wide with alarm. "Father, I think it's trying to get out!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling slightly.
The claws pushed out further, tearing through Father's scales and flesh. I could see the glint of sharp, razor-like claws, and I knew that we were running out of time.
Father's face contorted in agony, his eyes squeezed shut. "Tharros... I think you need to... get it out of me... now!" he gasped, his voice strained with pain.
I question, "How can we tell it a dragon or a wyvern?"
Father's eyes flickered open, and he gritted his teeth. "Check... the claws," he gasped. "Dragon claws are more curved, like talons. Wyvern claws are straighter, more like... razor blades."
He winced, his body shuddering as the creature inside him kicked and squirmed. "And look for the tail," he added, his voice strained. "Dragons have a long, slender tail. Wyverns have a shorter, more pointed tail."
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the claws that were still pushing their way out of Father's stomach. I could see that they were straight and razor-sharp, just like Father had described. It looked like we were dealing with a wyvern.
I sighed "yep it is razor-sharp, alright! I teleported a wyvern in you thanks the dragon god and every divine being!"
Father confused why I thanked that there was a wyvern inside his stomach
Father's expression changed from pain to confusion, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. "Uh, Tharros? Why are you thanking the dragon god and the divine beings? This is not exactly a... fortunate situation."
He winced again as the wyvern inside him kicked and squirmed, its razor-sharp claws tearing at his insides. "I think we should focus on getting it out of me, rather than... expressing gratitude."
I looked sheepish, realizing how my words must have sounded. "Right, sorry Father. I just... I don't know, it seemed like the thing to do?"
I look at Father "if you want to know why I thanking for? Is because if it is a dragon, then that would be insane am I right?"
Father's scaly face contorted in a mixture of pain and amusement, and he let out a weak, rumbling chuckle. "Ah, Tharros... you're right. If it was a dragon, that would be... catastrophic. I suppose we should be grateful it's 'only' a wyvern."
He winced again, his eyes watering in pain. His long, serpentine body twisted, scales scraping against the ground. "But let's not focus on the positives right now. Let's just... get it out of me."
The wyvern kicking and squirming even stronger
Father's body convulsed, his scales rattling as the wyvern inside him kicked and squirmed with increasing ferocity. His claws dug deep into the ground, trying to anchor himself against the violent movements.
"Tharros... please," Father gasped, his voice strained with pain. "You need to get it out... now!"
I panicked and tried to do it, but I was too panicked to do it
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I watched in alarm as Tharros's eyes went wide with panic. He raised his claws, attempting to conjure a spell to extract the wyvern from my stomach, but his hands were shaking wildly.
"No, no, no... calm down, Tharros!" I urged, trying to keep my voice steady despite the agony wracking my body. "You can do this, son! Just focus!"
But Tharros's panic only seemed to intensify, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His claws flailed wildly, and I feared he might accidentally harm me – or himself.
Tharros, look at me "Father just let me calm down!" And suddenly the wyvern pushing it claws even violently trying to burst our
I roar in pain
"Tharros, no! Don't calm down, son! You need to act NOW!" I bellowed, my voice hoarse with pain as the wyvern's claws tore at my insides.
But it was too late. The wyvern's violent struggles had reached a fever pitch, and I could feel its claws bursting through my scales, threatening to rip me apart from the inside out.
I threw back my head and let out a deafening roar, my body arching in agony as the wyvern's claws shredded my internal organs. Tharros's eyes went wide with horror as he stared at me, frozen in shock.
Tharros is trying to calm down while I'm in pain right now
Tharros took a few deep breaths, his eyes fixed on mine as he struggled to compose himself. "Okay, Father... I'm sorry. I'll try again," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
I gritted my teeth, trying to endure the agony as the wyvern continued to writhe and claw inside me. "Hurry, Tharros... please," I gasped, my vision beginning to blur.
Tharros started to teleport the wyvern out, but it seemed he was doing it slowly
I felt a surge of relief as Tharros finally began to teleport the wyvern out of me. But as the moments ticked by, I realized that he was doing it painfully slowly.
The wyvern's claws were still tearing at my insides, and I could feel its body squirming and twisting, fighting against Tharros's magic. I gritted my teeth, trying to endure the agony, but it was getting harder by the second.
"Tharros... faster..." I gasped, my vision starting to tunnel. "Please, son... hurry..."
Tharros calmly spoke, "Be patient, father. I'm trying to focus and stay calm!"
I nodded weakly, trying to muster up a reassuring smile despite the agony wracking my body. "I... I know, son. I trust you. Just... take your time," I managed to gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.
I closed my eyes, focusing on Tharros's calm words and trying to draw strength from them. My body felt like it was on fire, but I knew I had to hold on for just a little longer. Tharros was trying to save me, and I had to trust him.
The wyvern kicking and squirming and pushing are getting so violent each passing seconds
I felt my body being ravaged by the wyvern's increasingly frantic struggles. My scales cracked and splintered, my internal organs tearing and bleeding. I could feel my strength fading, my vision blurring at the edges.
"Tharros... please..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. "It's... getting... worse..."
Before the wyvern gets a chance to burst out, Tharros teleported far away as far as possible
I felt a surge of relief as Tharros finally managed to teleport the wyvern out of me. The sudden absence of the wyvern's violent struggles was a blessing, and I collapsed to the ground, exhausted and wounded.
As I lay there, struggling to catch my breath, I saw Tharros stumble backwards, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. I followed his gaze, and my heart sank as I saw the wyvern materialize in the far horizon, its roar echoing through the landscape.
Tharros had teleported it far away, but I knew that wouldn't be enough to keep us safe for long. The wyvern would come back, and next time, we might not be so lucky.
I use healing magic onto myself since my internal organs had been tearing and bleeding from that wyvern. I have to use a good healing magic
I focused my energy and cast a healing spell on myself, feeling a soothing surge of magic flow through my body. Given the severity of my internal injuries, I knew I needed to use a high-level healing magic.
I chose to use Medium Green healing magic, calling upon my expertise to repair the complex damage inflicted by the wyvern's claws. The magic coursed through my veins, accelerating the healing process and slowly knitting my torn organs back together.
As the magic took hold, I felt my strength and vitality begin to return, and the agony of my wounds started to subside. It was a slow and painstaking process, but I knew that with time and concentration, I could fully recover from the ordeal.
I gazed at Tharros, my initial frustration and anger melting away as I took in his sheepish expression. His ears were folded back in a gesture of submission, and his big, round eyes looked up at me with a mixture of fear and apology.
My heart swelled with affection and paternal instinct, making it impossible for me to scold him.
Instead, I let out a deep sigh and gently nuzzled my scaly head against his, trying to convey a sense of relief and forgiveness. "It's... okay, Tharros," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "Just... try to be more careful next time, all right?"
Tharros looked up at me with a mixture of relief and gratitude, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He nodded vigorously, his ears still folded back in submission. "I-I'll try, Father," he stammered. "I promise."
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. I gently nudged Tharros with my snout, trying to reassure him. "I know you will, son," I said. "We'll work on your control together."
Just then, a faint rumbling sound echoed through the landscape. Tharros's ears perked up, and he looked at me with a worried expression. "Father, what's that?" he asked.
I frowned, my ears twitching as I listened to the sound. It was a low, ominous rumble, like thunder on a summer day. But the sky was clear, with no clouds in sight.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized what the sound might be. "Tharros, I think it's the wyvern," I said, my voice low and serious. "It's coming back."
Tharros giggled. "Is it that you are trama from it? I mean it no comparing of you erupted a few times my eating too much!"
I chuckled, despite the gravity of the situation. Tharros's giggles were infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at his teasing. "Well, I suppose I did erupt a few times when you ate too much," I said, my voice amused. "But this is different, Tharros. The wyvern is a serious threat, and we need to be prepared."
Tharros's grin faltered, and he looked up at me with a more serious expression. "I know, Father," he said. "I'll be brave, I promise."
I nodded, feeling a surge of pride in my young son. "I know you will, Tharros," I said. "Let's get ready to face that wyvern together."
I see a wyvern, and it looks angry
The wyvern's scales glistened in the sunlight, and its eyes burned with a fierce inner fire.
It was enormous, with wings that stretched wide enough to cast a shadow over the entire landscape.
Tharros trembled beside me, and I could feel his fear emanating from him.
I wouldn't be surprised if that is the wyvern that was inside my stomach that Tharros teleported.
That's a chilling thought. The wyvern's gaze seemed to be fixed on us, and I could sense its malevolent intentions. Tharros's eyes were wide with fear as he whispered, "Father, do you think it's come for us?" I wrapped a protective claw around him, pulling him closer as I prepared to face the wyvern's wrath.
I shiver, "I don't know, maybe it looks angry, so it is most likely a yes!"
Tharros nodded vigorously, his eyes still fixed on the wyvern. "I think you're right, Father," he whispered. "It looks really, really angry. What are we going to do?"
The wyvern took a step closer, its claws scraping against the ground, and I could feel the earth tremble beneath our feet.
The wyvern's eyes seemed to be burning with an inner fire as it took another step closer. Its hot breath washed over us, making Tharros tremble even more.
"I don't know, Tharros," I admitted, trying to think of a plan. "But we need to do something, and fast."
Tharros's eyes darted back to me, filled with a desperate plea for protection. I wrapped my claws around him, pulling him closer as I tried to shield him from the wyvern's intense gaze.
The wyvern's eyes narrowed, its gaze fixed on Tharros. It took another step closer, its claws flexing as if ready to strike.
I smiled. "Hello there, are you the one that was inside my stomach? Just nod or shake your head to respond!"
The wyvern's gaze flickered, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition. Then, to my surprise, it nodded its great scaly head.
Tharros's eyes went wide, and he whispered, "Father, it's the one! What are we going to do?"
I shouted, "LOOK WE'RE SORRY IT JUST THAT MY SON IS LEARNING TELEPORTATION AND HE ACCIDENTALLY TELEPORT YOU TO MY STOMACH!"
The wyvern's expression changed from anger to shock, and it took a step back, its claws relaxing. It seemed to be processing the information, and then, to my surprise, it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.
"I...see," it said. "I had wondered how I ended up in such a...confined space. Your son's teleportation skills are...impressive, if a bit...unrefined."
The wyvern shows it shape claws and fang. "If I end up inside your stomach again, I won't hesitate to burst out with my full power. That was just half of my power!" It said, and I felt shiver
I thought to myself,'That things was so damn close to burst out of my belly if Tharros didn't teleported out in time I be so dead!'
I swallowed hard, trying to process the wyvern's warning. I could feel a cold sweat trickling down my spine as I imagined the consequences of the wyvern unleashing its full power from within my stomach.
I looked at Tharros, who was watching the wyvern with wide eyes. I could sense his fear, and I knew I had to reassure him. "Don't worry, Tharros," I said, trying to sound calm. "We'll make sure to work on your teleportation skills so this doesn't happen again."
Wyvern sighed. "I will make you feel hell when I come back into your stomach again, and I will burst out the moment I am back in there!" It said before it flew off
I watched as the wyvern disappeared into the distance, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. But the wyvern's parting words lingered in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine.
Tharros looked up at me, his eyes still wide with fear. "Father, what are we going to do?" he asked, his voice trembling.
I took a deep breath, trying to reassure him. "We'll work on your teleportation skills, and we'll make sure to avoid any more... accidents," I said, trying to sound calm.
I sighed, "Teleportation is common to have a mistake even if you are pro at it!"
Tharros nodded, looking a bit more at ease. "I guess you're right, Father," he said. "Even the most experienced teleporters can have accidents sometimes."
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride in my son. "That's right, Tharros," I said. "And the important thing is that we learn from our mistakes and keep practicing."
I patted his ears and head a bit
Tharros let out a contented sigh and leaned into my touch, his eyes closing in relaxation. He seemed to be savoring the affection, and I could sense his tension melting away.
Tharros wag his tail
I smiled, seeing Tharros's tail wagging back and forth in excitement. It was a sure sign that he was feeling happy and carefree again, and it warmed my heart to see him like that.