GRRRRRRRRRR!

Dad was as tall as me, even a little taller, and he jumped on me, his eyes bloodshot but... His strength!

It was nothing compared to mine. He looked like an angry hospital patient but too weak.

I shouted, "Mommy, come help me!"

I finally managed to pin his head to the ground and he didn't show it but he was barely alive.

"DAD!!! It's me Thor... your son!"

"It's me Valtrax... Exodux! Get a grip!"

I could feel him leaving...

I blew healing mana and slowly his eyes turned blue again. He was panting, moaning in pain. Living, breathing, is painful and like a sleeping limb, when the blood recirculates, it's like ants eating you from the inside.

"HAH..... HAH...."

He was on his side, panting, his head caught in a vice.

"Dad... I'm your son... Thor... And mom is Valtrax... They are all dead. Minax and Mondain are dead and so are the spectres. We are free, and you are my father! I beg you, give us a chance..."

The dragon began to whimper and cry.

Valtrax stroked her husband's neck.

"Laaa... lààààà. No one will hurt you anymore...."

The night had fallen, but the very glow of the moon dazzled her.

I pulled a nice piece of meat from my inventory and offered it to Father.

"You need to get your strength back."

He fell asleep clutching Valtrax's paw as if it would disappear.

But the next morning, we were awakened by the crowing of a rooster.

I had been watching over Father like Mother and had fallen asleep with my head resting on his paw.

I was awakened by a caress. It was Dad. He was looking at me and crying at the same time. He was lying down too and Valtrax against him too and he didn't dare to move and he didn't have the strength either.

We stared at each other for a long time and I took his head against my heart and started to purr and stroke his neck.

We stayed like that for hours, tight one against the other, Valtrax also had his eyes closed but was purring, her head leaning against his and rubbing against him.

We ate in silence and 4 small eyes protruded from my back.

Exodus looked at me strangely and didn't know what to say.

He huffed and asked. "How long?"

Valtrax answered..a little... "30 years??"

He rested his head.

"How?... How did they die?"

Me: "I pulverized them with my friends and wives!"

Saphie and Rubix came to bow to the huge dragon.

"This is Rubix and this is Sapphie, my two wives."

Exodus bent down and levelled his eyes:

"They are treasures! Take good care of them!"

They touched his muzzle and then went to hide behind me.

Valtrax. "Come on... let's go home."

It was a short sentence, but it meant a lot.

The stress of fighting, bad guys, avatars, knights.

All that was behind us now.

The five of us simply walked towards the East, towards Valtrax's lair, towards Exodus's lair.

His cozy nest was waiting for him

He left behind him all these epics but also all this violence and, when he saw for the first time the teeth of the East, his favorite mountain range, he cried.

He smelled the pure air of the forest, of the tundra and the song of the birds, the blue sky, the few clouds and especially the breeze carrying scents and perfumes of flowers and pollen.

He looked at me, all excited. He saw himself at my age, young and excited, full of life.

Exodus, however, was still a young dragon and I knew that he only dreamed of one thing. Valtrax.

She, too, could not hide her excitement.

But we walked them back to the den and flew away.

Immediately we left. He jumped on Valtrax, mouth in mouth and they were uncontrollable!

Rubix was red and also kissed me with her long tongue which hardly managed to cross my lips.

We camped the night outside, at the foot of the den, finally a little further from the noises and the frolics which were exciting but also of true daggers inserted in my heart.

And mom was not there to cast spells to calm me down.

I eventually fell asleep with my 2 charges under my wings and as evening fell, father came to land next to me asleep and he spoke to Sapphie and Rubix.

"Mother explained to me about Torin's desperation. I'll help him, but I need to get my strength back. Hang in there...nothing is lost!"

And he began to nurture all three of us.

Exodus was a loving father. He was a protector of his family and we could go to sleep without fear.

But we had to keep his resurrection secret...

In the same logic, I could bring back Mondain and Minax...and rule the world but I didn't care.

I wanted XXX to XXX and make XXX to XXX to have beautiful eggs and children. dragons or humans...I had so much affection to give...so many years and opportunities to make up for.

Then, the next morning, Father said to me, "Come on, let's go hunting together!"

It was what I had always dreamed of. Hunting with family but here I was alone with father. He wanted to know me and everything about me, to make up for everything he was deprived of and so did I.

We took flight and I could see that his strength was slowly returning.

We were like twins and from a distance you could tell that one was the son or brother of the other.

We crashed into the snow or rolled around and fought symbolically, to strengthen our emotional bonds.

We had to measure ourselves against each other.

Dad, weaker because of his condition, had however techniques that were unknown to me. And I bit the snow several times.

We had so much fun.

Then we sat on the edge of a precipice and looked down at the valley below.

"Dad. You see... All this is yours..! I even washed your honor and there are statues in your name all over Britannia. You are respected and all recognize your victimhood and martyrdom. "

These words lifted the weights that remained across the dragon.

Exodus: "So, we can go back to our lives as before? is that it?"

"Yes, Daddy...! We are loved, I even have a house/temple in Britannia where all 5 of us can stand!"

Exodus cried, but with joy...

"I will never know how to thank you. But you are... you are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. You are my son! My child. My dragonet!"

And he hugged me.

We were all in need of affection, but his look was serious again.

"Rubix told me that Lord British would still be alive? and that he would have a humanization scroll?"

"Yes, but no one knows how to decipher it. It's a dead and ancient language..."

"I could read it!"

But the problem is, if the world found out that Exodus was alive, we'd become enemies of Britannia again.

He was loved as a martyr, dead, and that was fine, but alive, people had the memory of someone close to them or missing because of him, because of the great cataclysm.

Exodus alive, it was a cataclysm one day or another, just a matter of time.