I sat beside Father, who was still carrying the Shadow Wings. It had been a week since our last conversation, and I could sense the Shadow Wings' growing restlessness. They were getting bigger, and their movements were becoming more pronounced.
"Father, I think it's time for another check," I said, looking at him with concern. "The Shadow Wings seem to be getting more agitated."
Father nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and understanding. "Agreed, my child," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "Let's see how they're doing."
I gently placed my claws on Father's belly, feeling the Shadow Wings' movements. They were definitely getting stronger, and their squirms were becoming more insistent.
"Hello, little ones," I whispered, trying to soothe them. "How are you doing in there?"
The Shadow Wings responded with a flurry of movements, their squirms and kicks becoming more energetic. I could sense their excitement, their eagerness to break free from their confinement.
"Easy, little ones," I whispered, trying to calm them down. "You're doing great. Just a little longer."
Father placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his eyes filled with warmth. "They're going to be okay, Tharros," he said, his voice low and soothing. "We just need to be patient."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. I knew Father was right. We just needed to wait a little longer.
But as I looked at Father's belly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The Shadow Wings were growing stronger, more restless. What would they be like when they finally emerged?
I leaned forward, my ears perked up. "Hello, little ones," I whispered again. "I'm here. I'm waiting for you."
Pov Aetherius
I stood watchfully, observing Tharros as he interacted with the Shadow Wings. His concern and care for the unborn dragons were palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my son.
As I gazed at my belly, I could feel the Shadow Wings stirring within me. They were growing stronger, more restless, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before they emerged.
Tharros' words echoed in my mind: "Hello, little ones... I'm here. I'm waiting for you." I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my son. He was going to be an amazing older sibling to the Shadow Wings.
I placed a gentle hand on Tharros' shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "They'll be okay, Tharros," I said, my voice low and soothing. "We'll get through this together, as a family."
Tharros looked up at me, his eyes shining with a mix of concern and determination. "I'll take care of them, Father," he said, his voice firm. "I promise."
I smiled, feeling a surge of pride in my son. "I know you will, Tharros," I said. "You're going to be an amazing big sibling."
As we stood there, the Shadow Wings stirred again, their movements growing more insistent. I could feel them pushing against my scales, eager to break free.
Tharros' eyes widened, his gaze fixed on my belly. "Father, I think they're getting more agitated," he said, his voice low and concerned.
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right, Tharros," I said. "We'll need to keep a close eye on them. Let's check on them regularly to make sure they're doing okay in there."
Together, we continued to monitor the Shadow Wings, our hearts filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
I smiled. "What do you think you will feel when they emerge? Do you will be depressed mood when they emerge because you fear that I will die?" Tharros nodded.
Tharros' expression turned somber, and he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Father... I'm scared. I don't want to lose you. What if... what if something goes wrong during the emergence?" He paused, his eyes welling up with tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Father."
I lick Tharros silver scales.
Tharros closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into my gentle touch. My tongue rasped against his silver scales, a soothing sensation that seemed to calm his worries.
He nuzzled my head, his own scales softly scraping against mine.
"Thank you, Father," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
I wrapped my wings around Tharros, holding him close as I continued to gently lick his scales. He relaxed into my touch, his eyes remaining closed as he basked in the comfort of the moment.
As we stood there, the Shadow Wings stirred within me, their movements a reminder of the challenges ahead. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the warmth and love of the moment.
Tharros' voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke again. "Father, I'm scared. What if something goes wrong?"
As the two weeks passed, the Shadow Wings' movements within me grew stronger and more insistent. Tharros and the rest of the family could sense the impending emergence, and the air was thick with anticipation and worry.
I took a deep breath, focusing my energy and willpower. It was time to activate the 'Lux Aeterna' magic, the ancient and powerful spell that could potentially save my life and ensure the safe emergence of the Shadow Wings.
With a subtle gesture, I invoked the magic, feeling its energy coursing through my veins like liquid light. The 'Lux Aeterna' spell began to take effect, enveloping me in a warm, golden glow that seemed to permeate every scale and fiber of my being.
Tharros' eyes widened as he watched, his voice barely above a whisper. "Father, what's happening?"
I question "what?! What is it?!"
Tharros' eyes were fixed on my glowing form, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and concern. "Y-you're... you're glowing, Father! What's happening to you?!"
I hesitated "it nothing just ignored it!" Tharros nodded
Tharros nodded slowly, though his eyes still held a hint of uncertainty. He seemed to accept my reassurance, but I could sense that he wasn't entirely convinced.
"O-okay, Father," he said, his voice still laced with concern. "If you're sure everything is alright..."
Suddenly, Thyriatrix appeared and said, "So Aetherius, how are you feeling?"
I forced a calm smile, trying to reassure Thyriatrix as well as Tharros. "I'm fine, my love," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Just a bit... anxious about the upcoming emergence, that's all."
Thyriatrix's gaze narrowed slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of skepticism. She knew me too well, and I could tell she wasn't entirely buying my reassurance.
Tharros, sensing the tension, looked back and forth between us, his expression worried.
Thyriatrix took a step closer, her light green scales glimmering in the soft light of the room. She placed a gentle hand on my arm, her touch warm and comforting.
"Aetherius, don't try to hide it from me," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I can sense that something's wrong. You're not just anxious about the emergence... there's something more."
Tharros' eyes widened, his gaze fixed intently on me. I could feel his worry and concern emanating from him like a palpable force.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But Thyriatrix's knowing gaze and Tharros' worried expression told me that I couldn't keep the truth hidden for much longer.
I sighed. "Look and it just," my word cut off by my roar in pain. The 30 shadow wings were trying to break free. I lay down on my back.
I thought to myself,'Good thing I activate the Lux Aeterna'
As I lay there, my body contorting in agony, the Shadow Wings continued to struggle and writhe beneath my skin. Thyriatrix rushed to my side, her eyes wide with worry, while Tharros watched in horror.
"Father, no!" Tharros cried, his small voice trembling with fear.
Thyriatrix placed a calming hand on Tharros' shoulder, her gaze fixed on me. "Stay back, Tharros. Your father needs space."
I gritted my teeth, my vision blurring at the edges as the pain intensified. But even as my body felt like it was being torn apart, I felt a subtle, golden glow spreading through my veins – the Lux Aeterna, working its magic to mitigate the damage. The glow was invisible to the others, but to me, it was a reassuring presence, a reminder that I had taken steps to protect myself.
The Shadow Wings are trying to burst out, and I roar in pain even more.
My roar echoed through the air, a primal scream of agony as the Shadow Wings struggled to break free. My body arched off the ground, my scales cracking and shifting as the wings fought for release. Thyriatrix's eyes went wide with alarm, and she reached out to restrain me, but I was beyond control.
Tharros stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on me in horror. "Father, no! Please don't!" he cried, his small voice cracking with fear.
The Shadow Wings' power surged through me, their dark energy coursing like liquid fire through my veins. I felt my body begin to shift, my scales cracking and reforming as the wings prepared to emerge.
They kick and push and squirm, and my belly stretch up and more bulge to make it bigger so they and burst out.
Pov Tharros
I watched in horror as Father's belly stretched and bulged, the Shadow Wings' movements becoming more frantic and violent. It was as if they were alive, kicking and pushing against Father's skin from the inside.
I took another step back, my heart racing with fear. "Mother, do something!" I cried, my voice shaking.
Mother's face was set in a determined expression, but I could see the worry in her eyes. She reached out and placed a hand on Father's belly, as if trying to calm the Shadow Wings.
But it was too late. With a final, mighty heave, the Shadow Wings burst forth from Father's belly, their dark forms unfolding like twisted, nightmarish flowers.
Pov Aetherius
As the Shadow Wings began to break free, tearing open my belly, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by a surge of exhaustion. The pain was still there, but it was no longer the overwhelming, crushing force it had been moments before.
I lay there, panting, as the Shadow Wings started to emerge, their dark forms slowly unfolding from the gaping wound in my belly. I could feel the Lux Aeterna still coursing through my veins, its power helping to stabilize my body and mitigate the damage.
Thyriatrix rushed to my side, her eyes scanning me with concern. "Aetherius, are you...?" she began, but I waved a hand, silencing her.
"I'm fine," I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just... need... to rest."
Thyriatrix nodded, her face set in a determined expression. "We'll take care of you," she said, her voice firm. "You just focus on recovering."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude toward my mate.
As I drifted off into a fitful sleep, I could sense the Shadow Wings continuing to emerge, their dark energy pulsing through the air. But with the Lux Aeterna's power
still coursing through me, I felt a sense of hope that I might just survive this ordeal after all.
Tharros question "Father how are you still alive and not unconscious?!"
I smiled "let just say I had prepared this will happen!" Both Thyriatrix and Tharros look at me confused.
And at that moment, the rest of my children arrive and see my belly is open their reaction is horror and shock.
As the rest of my children gathered around, their eyes widened in horror and shock at the sight of my torn-open belly. Lyriath's face turned pale, while Vyraxys's eyes went wide with fear. Nyxoria and Lyrixa clung to each other, their faces etched with worry. Kaidorix and Kieraxys looked like they were about to cry, while little Niamon's eyes were fixed on me with a mixture of confusion and terror.
Thyriatrix rushed to reassure them, "Children, your father is going to be okay. He's just... um... going through a difficult process."
But Tharros's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on me. "Father, what do you mean you 'prepared' for this? What's going on?"
I smiled weakly, trying to reassure him. "It's just something I've been working on, Tharros. Don't worry about it right now. Just... just focus on being here for me, okay?"
Tharros question "Mother should we take out the 30 Shadow Wings? I'm that is still inside of him?"
Thyriatrix's expression turned grave, and she hesitated for a moment before responding. "No, Tharros. We can't do that. The Shadow Wings are... embedded too deeply. Trying to remove them now could cause more harm than good."
She glanced at me, her eyes filled with concern. "Your father's body is already under immense strain. We need to focus on stabilizing him, not trying to remove the Shadow Wings."
Lyriath spoke up, his voice laced with worry. "But Mother, what if they keep growing? What if they hurt Father even more?"
Thyriatrix's expression turned stern. "We'll deal with that if it happens, Lyriath. For now, our priority is keeping your father alive."
I giggled, "Just take them out already!" I still feel the Shadow Wings moving around trying to get out.
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in surprise at my sudden outburst, while Tharros and the other children looked on in confusion.
"But Father, Mother just said it's not safe!" Tharros protested.
I chuckled, wincing in pain as the Shadow Wings continued to squirm and struggle inside me. "Oh, don't worry about that. I've got this under control."
Thyriatrix's expression turned skeptical, but she seemed to sense that I knew what I was doing. "Very well," she said finally, nodding to Tharros. "Carefully, Tharros. Try to remove as many of the Shadow Wings as you can."
Tharros hesitated for a moment, then reached inside my torn-open belly. I felt a surge of pain as he began to carefully extract the Shadow Wings, one by one.
Pov Tharros
I swallowed hard, my heart racing with anxiety as I reached inside Father's torn-open belly. The Shadow Wings were still squirming and struggling, their dark forms seeming to writhe and twist in the dim light.
I tried to be as careful as possible, but it was difficult to avoid causing more pain to Father. He grunted and winced with each gentle tug, but he didn't stop me.
As I pulled out the first Shadow Wing, I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was warm to the touch, its dark scales glistening with a faint, otherworldly sheen.
I handed the Shadow Wing to Lyriath, who took it gingerly, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and horror.
"How many more are there?" Lyriath whispered, his voice barely audible.
I hesitated, glancing at Father's belly. "Twenty-nine more," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.
Father chuckled, a low, rasping sound. "You can do it, Tharros," he said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "Just take them out, one by one."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing with anxiety as I reached inside Father's torn-open belly. The Shadow Wings were still squirming and struggling, their dark forms seeming to writhe and twist in the dim light. I tried to be as careful as possible, but it was difficult to avoid causing more pain to Father.
As I made my way deeper inside, I saw that the Shadow Wings were fully formed miniature dragons, their scales glistening with a faint, otherworldly sheen. I reached out a small hand and gently grasped the first Shadow Wing, trying not to hurt it.
I carefully pulled the Shadow Wing out of Father's belly, and as I did, I felt a strange sensation, like the Shadow Wing was connected to me somehow. I handed the Shadow Wing to Lyriath, who took it gingerly, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and horror.
"How many more are there?" Lyriath whispered, his voice barely audible.
I hesitated, glancing at Father's belly. "Twenty-nine more," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.
Father chuckled, a low, rasping sound. "You can do it, Tharros," he said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "Just take them out, one by one."
I question, "Hey, mother, what is this liquid or fluid thing that is inside Father belly?!"
Mother's expression turned serious, and she hesitated for a moment before responding. "That, Tharros, is the Shadow Essence. It's a... byproduct of the Shadow Wings' emergence. It has remarkable healing properties, but it's also highly sought after by other creatures."
She glanced at Father's belly, where the Shadow Essence was slowly seeping out. "We'll need to be careful with it. Some creatures would stop at nothing to get their hands on that fluid."
Lyriath's eyes widened with curiosity. "What kind of creatures, Mother?"
Mother's expression turned grim. "Creatures that would seek to exploit the Shadow Essence for their own gain. We'll need to keep this quiet, for Father's sake... and for our own safety."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the Shadow Essence. I didn't like the sound of creatures seeking to exploit it. I looked up at Mother, seeking reassurance.
I question, "So we should leave the fluid here? Inside father belly to be turned into something special?"
Before the mother can answer, Father answered first, "Of course!" Mother sounds doesn't seem to agree to him, but accepted.
I looked up at Father, surprised that he was able to respond despite his weakened state. "Of course!" he said, his voice weak but determined.
Mother's expression turned skeptical, and she opened her mouth to respond, but then seemed to think better of it. Instead, she nodded slowly, though her eyes still looked uncertain.
I felt a surge of confusion. Why did Mother seem to disagree with Father, but not say anything? I looked up at Father again, and he smiled weakly at me.
"It's okay, Tharros," he said. "Just trust me on this one."
Me and Lyriath continue looking for the 29 remaining newborn Shadow Wings inside father belly.
I took a deep breath and continued to search inside Father's belly, my small hands carefully feeling around for the remaining Shadow Wings. Lyriath was right beside me, his eyes wide with excitement and a bit of fear.
As we searched, I could feel the Shadow Wings moving around, their tiny scales brushing against my skin. It was a strange, tingling sensation, but I was determined to find all of them.
Suddenly, Lyriath let out a tiny cry of excitement. "I found one, Tharros!" he whispered, his voice trembling with effort.
I looked over at him, and saw that he was carefully pulling out a small, dark shape. It was another Shadow Wing, its tiny wings folded against its back as it emerged from Father's belly.
I wriggled deeper inside Father's belly, my small scales scraping against his internal organs. Lyriath was right behind me, his eyes shining with excitement.
As we crawled through the narrow spaces, I could see the Shadow Wings more clearly. They were fully formed miniature dragons, their scales a deep, iridescent black. They were tangled up in Father's muscles and organs, but they seemed to be stirring, as if sensing our presence.
I reached out a small claw and carefully grasped one of the Shadow Wings. It was warm to the touch, and it seemed to be pulsing with a strange, dark energy. I pulled it out gently, trying not to hurt it or Father.
As I emerged from Father's belly, I held up the Shadow Wing, and Lyriath grinned at me. "Good job, Tharros!" he whispered. Mother took the Shadow Wing from me, her eyes shining with a mixture of wonder and concern.
We continued to search for the remaining Shadow Wings, carefully extracting them from Father's belly. The air around us grew thick with an otherworldly energy, and I could feel the Shadow Wings' power coursing through my veins.
I sighed. "Father's mother, the rest of the Shadow Wings are tangled in Father organs and muscles!"
Mother's expression turned concerned, and she leaned in closer to Father's belly. "Be careful, Tharros," she whispered. "We don't want to hurt Father or the Shadow Wings."
I nodded, taking a deep breath as I wriggled further inside Father's belly. Lyriath was right behind me, his eyes fixed on the tangled Shadow Wings.
As we worked to free the Shadow Wings, I could feel Father's heart beating slowly, his breathing labored. I knew we had to be careful, but I also knew we had to get the Shadow Wings out.
Suddenly, Lyriath let out a tiny cry of excitement. "Tharros, I think I found the last one!" he whispered.
I looked over at Lyriath, and saw that he was carefully untangling a particularly stubborn Shadow Wing. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. We were almost done.
I shouted from inside Father Belly. "we found the last one!"
My voice echoed through Father's belly, and I could feel the Shadow Wings stirring around me. Lyriath grinned at me, his eyes shining with excitement.
Mother's voice came from outside, relieved and anxious at the same time. "Thank the gods! Now, carefully bring it out, Tharros. We don't want to hurt Father or the Shadow Wing."
I nodded, even though Mother couldn't see me. I carefully grasped the last Shadow Wing, making sure not to hurt it or Father's internal organs. Lyriath and I slowly made our way back out of Father's belly, the last Shadow Wing clutched tightly in my grasp.
Pov Aetherius
I lay there, my body exhausted and weakened from the ordeal. I could feel the Shadow Essence still coursing through my veins, its power slowly fading. As I listened to Tharros's excited shout from inside my belly, I couldn't help but smile.
I felt a sense of pride and relief wash over me. My children had done it. They had successfully removed all 30 Shadow Wings from my body.
As Tharros and Lyriath emerged from my belly, the last Shadow Wing clutched in Tharros's grasp, I felt a sense of gratitude toward my mate and children. They had saved me, and I knew that I would never forget this moment.
Thyriatrix leaned over me, her eyes shining with concern and relief. "Aetherius, how are you feeling?" she whispered.
I smiled weakly, trying to reassure her. "I'm... fine," I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just... tired."
Pov Tharros
I emerged from Father's belly, the last Shadow Wing clutched tightly in my grasp. Lyriath was right behind me, a big grin on his face. Mother was leaning over Father, her eyes shining with concern and relief.
I held up the last Shadow Wing, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "We did it, Mother!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with excitement.
Mother smiled, her eyes warm with pride. "Well done, Tharros. Well done, Lyriath. You both were very brave."
I looked over at Father, who was smiling weakly at me. I could see the exhaustion and pain in his eyes, but he was still smiling. I felt a surge of love and admiration for him. He was the strongest dragon I knew.
Lyriath and I carefully handed the last Shadow Wing over to Mother, who placed it gently with the others. The air around us was thick with the Shadow Wings' dark energy, but I didn't feel scared. I felt proud to have helped Father, and I knew that we would all be okay.
Mother's eyes scanned the group of Shadow Wings, now complete and gathered before her. She nodded, a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Now, let's get your father healed," she said, her voice filled with determination.
She placed a hand on Father's belly, and a soft, pulsing glow began to emanate from her scales. The glow grew brighter, illuminating the dark cavern around us.
I watched, fascinated, as Mother's healing magic washed over Father's body. The glow enveloped him, seeping into his wounds and soothing his exhausted muscles.
Father's eyes, which had been growing heavier, now closed, and his chest began to rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm. I could see the tension in his body begin to ease, replaced by a deep relaxation.
Lyriath leaned over to me, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is Father going to be okay, Tharros?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of hope and relief. "Yes, Lyriath. Mother's healing magic will make him better."
As Mother continued to channel her healing magic, the glow grew even brighter, filling the cavern with a warm, comforting light. I could feel the magic radiating outward, soothing not just Father's wounds, but also calming Lyriath's and my own frazzled nerves.
Father's breathing grew deeper and more relaxed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. His scales, which had been dull and lackluster, began to shine with a renewed vitality, and his muscles, which had been tense and knotted, began to relax and unwind.
I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and relief wash over me. Father was going to be okay. Mother's healing magic was working its wonders, and soon Father would be back to his old self.
Just as I was starting to feel a sense of calm, Lyriath's voice cut through the silence. "Tharros, look!" he whispered, his eyes fixed on something behind Mother.
I turned to follow Lyriath's gaze, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw what had caught his attention. The Shadow Wings, which had been lying quietly on the ground, were starting to stir.
I question to father "so what will their name be?"
The newborn Shadow Wings let out a collective cheer, their tiny wings fluttering wildly as they bounced up and down. They seemed to be overjoyed at the prospect of finally receiving names.
Father smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Very well, my young ones," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "I shall name each and every one of you. But first, let me take a good look at you all."
Father's eyes scanned the group of Shadow Wings, taking in their unique characteristics and features. He nodded to himself, as if making mental notes.
"Let us begin," he said finally, his voice filled with a sense of ceremony. "You, little one," he said, pointing to the small, feisty-looking Shadow Wing who had stepped forward earlier, "shall be known as Kasimir."
The Shadow Wing who had been named Kasimir let out a delighted squeak, its wings fluttering wildly as it bounced up and down. The other Shadow Wings watched with wide eyes, clearly eager to hear their own names.
Father smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And you, little one," he said, pointing to a Shadow Wing with a distinctive crescent-shaped mark on its forehead, "shall be known as Calantha."
The Shadow Wing who had been named Kasimir let out a delighted cry, its wings fluttering wildly as it bounced up and down. The other Shadow Wings watched with wide eyes, clearly eager to hear their own names.
Father smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And you, little one," he said, pointing to a Shadow Wing with a distinctive crescent-shaped mark on its forehead, "shall be known as Calantha."
The Shadow Wing who had been named Calantha let out a happy roar, its wings fluttering as it bowed its head in acknowledgment. The other Shadow Wings applauded, their tiny wings beating together in excitement.
Father continued, naming each of the Shadow Wings in turn. There was Thane, a sturdy-looking Shadow Wing with a strong build; Lylah, a delicate, ethereal Shadow Wing with a mischievous glint in her eye; Matthew, a rambunctious Shadow Wing with a penchant for getting into trouble... and so on.
As Father named each of the Shadow Wings, they seemed to grow more confident, more assured of their place in the world. It was as if the act of naming them had given them a sense of identity, of purpose.
As Father continued to name the Shadow Wings, the atmosphere in the cavern grew more lively and celebratory. The Shadow Wings seemed to be growing more and more excited, their wings fluttering wildly as they bounced up and down.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Father finished naming the last of the Shadow Wings. The final one, a sleek and handsome Shadow Wing with piercing blue eyes, was named Gatsby.
The Shadow Wings erupted into cheers and applause, their tiny wings beating together in excitement. Father smiled, his eyes shining with pride and happiness.
"It is done," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You are all named, and you are all part of our family."
The Shadow Wings cheered again, and then, as if on cue, they all gathered around Father, nuzzling and rubbing against him. Father laughed, his eyes shining with joy, and wrapped his wings around them, holding them close.
Father sighed "alright now, all of you have been named. I will bring you all Shadow Wings to uhh... somewhere followed me!" With that, Father and the Shadow wings go deeper into the mountains cave.
As Father and the Shadow Wings disappeared into the depths of the cave, I felt a pang of curiosity and excitement. Where was Father taking them? What lay ahead for the newly named Shadow Wings?
I turned to Lyriath, who was watching the departing group with wide eyes. "Do you think we should follow them?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lyriath shook his head. "I don't think it is worth it!" He said.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by Lyriath's response. "Why not?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Lyriath shrugged. "I don't know... Father seemed really serious about this. Maybe it's something only the Shadow Wings are supposed to see."
I nodded thoughtfully, considering Lyriath's words. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was something only the Shadow Wings were meant to experience.
But as I turned to head back, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing out on something important. Something that could change everything.
Father returned and walked towards Mother.
Pov Aetherius
I whispered to Thyriatrix's "alright, I lock them in the 1 chamber that is their new room." Thyriatrix looked at me in shock and horror.
Thyriatrix's eyes widened in alarm as she stared at me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, what have you done?" she asked, her tone laced with concern and a hint of fear.
I smiled weakly, trying to reassure her. "It's for their own good, my love," I said, my voice low and soothing. "They need to learn to control their powers, and the chamber is the safest place for them to do so."
Thyriatrix's expression didn't change, and I could sense her unease. "But, Aetherius, you can't just lock them away," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "They're your children, and they deserve your love and guidance, not imprisonment."
I felt a pang of defensiveness at Thyriatrix's words, but I tried to remain calm and rational. "I'm not imprisoning them, my love," I said, my voice still low and soothing. "I'm protecting them. And ourselves. We can't have them accidentally destroying the cave or hurting someone. They need to learn control."
Thyriatrix's expression softened slightly, but her eyes still held a hint of concern. "I understand your concerns, Aetherius," she said, "but perhaps there's a better way to teach them control. Locking them away feels... harsh."
I sighed, feeling a hint of frustration. Didn't she understand the risks? But I looked into her eyes and saw the genuine concern there, and my frustration melted away. I knew I had to find a better solution, one that would reassure both Thyriatrix and myself.
I thought to myself,'I did carrying them inside my belly as a host for their development and feel attachment towards them, but it no better more attachment towards Tharros'
The thought sent a pang of guilt through my chest. I had grown accustomed to the feeling of the Shadow Wings growing inside me, and a part of me had indeed formed a bond with them. But as I looked over at Tharros, I knew that my true loyalty and attachment lay with him. He was my mate, my partner, and my love. The Shadow Wings, as dear as they were to me, could never replace the bond I shared with Tharros.
I sighed "Yeah yeah whatever!"
Thyriatrix raised an eyebrow at my dismissive tone, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Aetherius, you're not even listening to me, are you?" she asked, her voice laced with a gentle teasing.
I grin. "i a bit listening towards you Thyriatrix! My dear!" I nuzzled her and went outside.
Pov Tharros
I watched as Father nuzzled Mother and then walked outside, a hint of a smile still on his face. I couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for him, my father. He could be stubborn and dismissive at times, but he always made me laugh.
Mother turned to me, a knowing glint in her eye. "Well, it seems like someone is in a good mood," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Yeah, Father can be a bit of a handful sometimes," I said, smiling.
I question, "So what were you 2 talking about? Father was whispering towards you! So what did you 2 talk about?"
Mother's expression turned serious, and she glanced around the room before responding in a hushed tone. "We were discussing the Shadow Wings, Tharros. Your father had locked them in one of the chambers, and I was expressing my concerns about it."
She paused, studying me intently. "But I think there's more to it than that. Your father seemed... distracted. And the way he was whispering to me, it was as if he didn't want anyone else to hear."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to Mother's words. What could Father be hiding? And why was he being so secretive about the Shadow Wings?
I leaned in closer to Mother, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think it has something to do with the Shadow Wings' powers?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
Mother's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the concern etched on her face. "I don't know, Tharros," she said, "but I think we need to keep a close eye on your father and the Shadow Wings. Something doesn't feel right."
Mother sighed. "But he seem guilty in some way for locking them in their and I do think he is going to lock them forever"
I felt a surge of unease at Mother's words. Locking the Shadow Wings away forever? That didn't sound like something Father would do, but at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mother was right.
"Why would Father do that?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "What could they have done to deserve being locked away?"
Mother's expression turned grim, and she glanced around the room again, as if ensuring we were truly alone. "I don't think it's what they've done, Tharros," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think it's what they might become."
Mother sighed. "But let be real what they can do? They are young, and they can be taught to be not hurting dragons!"
I nodded in agreement with Mother. She was right, the Shadow Wings were young and impressionable, and with proper guidance and teaching, they could learn to control their powers and live in harmony with the dragons.
"But Father seems so set on keeping them locked away," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I don't understand why he's being so stubborn about this."
Mother's expression turned thoughtful, and she paused for a moment before speaking. "I think your father is afraid, Tharros," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Afraid of what the Shadow Wings might become, and afraid of what others might do to them if they find out about their powers."
Mother goes outside to talk to Father, and I leave their confused.
I watched as Mother walked outside to talk to Father, feeling a sense of confusion and unease. I didn't understand why Father was being so secretive and stubborn about the Shadow Wings. And I didn't understand why Mother seemed so concerned about it.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I decided to take a walk to clear my head and process everything that was happening. I walked out of the cave, taking a deep breath of the cool, crisp air. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape.
As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That there was more to the story than what Mother and Father were letting on. I made a mental note to do some digging and try to uncover the truth about the Shadow Wings and Father's mysterious behavior.
I walked for a while, lost in thought, trying to make sense of everything. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape. I eventually found myself back at the cave entrance, still unsure of what was going on.
As I stepped inside, I saw Mother waiting for me, a concerned look on her face. "Tharros, I'm glad you're back. I was worried about you."
"I'm fine, Mother," I replied, trying to reassure her. "I just needed some time to think."
Mother nodded, her expression serious. "Tharros, I know you're curious about the Shadow Wings. But you have to understand, your father is trying to protect them... and us."
"Protect them from what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Mother hesitated, glancing around the cave as if ensuring we were alone. "I'm not entirely sure, Tharros. Your father hasn't told me everything. But I do know that he's hiding the Shadow Wings somewhere, and he's being very secretive about it."
My mind racing, I wondered where Father could be keeping the 30 newborn Shadow Wings. I had no idea, and it seemed that Mother didn't know either.
"Let's go talk to Father," I suggested, determination in my voice.
Mother nodded, and together we walked deeper into the cave, searching for Father and the truth about the Shadow Wings.
We searched the cave, calling out for Father, but there was no response. Mother seemed to know where she was going, leading me through the winding tunnels and caverns. We eventually arrived at a large, empty chamber, and Mother stopped, looking around uncertainly.
"I thought he might be here," she said, frowning. "But it seems he's nowhere to be found."
I sighed, feeling frustrated and confused. "Where could he be?" I asked, wondering if I would ever get any answers.
Mother shook her head. "I don't know, Tharros. But we'll keep looking. For now, let's get some rest. It's getting late."
I nodded, realizing that the sun had long since set, and the cave was now bathed in darkness. We made our way back to our sleeping quarters, and I settled in beside Father's favorite resting spot, waiting for him to return.
As I lay there, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. That Father was hiding something from me, and from Mother. I eventually drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of Mother's soft breathing and the warmth of the cave.
As I slept, I felt a familiar presence beside me, and I smiled, knowing that Father had returned. I snuggled deeper into the warmth of his wings, feeling safe and protected, just like I always did when he was near.
And with that, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of my family.
I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the comforting presence of my family, but the secrets and mysteries surrounding the Shadow Wings lingered, waiting to be uncovered.