sorcerers. When a dragon wanted to visit a human town
they would transform themselves into human form. Some dragons, who
hated being hunted and shunned by most mortal races, would chose to
live their lives as humans. They couldn’t breed properly and often
the children were born deformed or dead.”
She looked at her
mother as she continued. “Mom was different. There must have been
some really powerful magic at play because she was born whole and
with a dragon’s command of magic. Her mother was mortal, but her
father was a greater silver dragon. Later, when Dragon Magic began
to fade, she had you and then years later I was born. Now that the
Dragon Magic is completely lost she can’t have any more
children…just like the dragons who haven’t been able to have
offspring for decades.” Eurydice explained with her eyes
alight.
“Ten years apart to
the day Tristan. You, then your sister, are the last children I’ll
be able to have.” His mother explained sadly.
“Your sister has
quite a bit of magic in her, no one is really sure why. But up
until now, everyone just assumed you were completely mortal. Very
interesting, I wonder if that’s how he survived. Annadora?” His
father asked.
“It’s possible,
having that spell cast on him might have awakened something already
there….I’ll have to talk to father about it.” She continued.
“You get some rest
now Mykl. Eurydice, let him go sweetie he needs some sleep.”
The stress of the day
and still being exhausted from his ordeal, Tristan grudgingly
agreed to get some rest as the family began to slowly leave his
room. His brother came over to him, towering above his bed as he
put a reassuring hand on Tristans shoulder and gave it a
squeeze.
“You’ll be fine
little brother. Get yourself some sleep and tomorrow I’ll have some
drills for you, get you back in shape in no time.”
“Great…” Tristan
replied with a sarcastic smirk. “Thanks Kevin.” He replied
sarcastically.
Kevin laughed as he
ruffled Tristans’ hair.
“You know I hate it
when you do that.” Tristan commented.
Kevin stopped,
staring down at him he said; “You’ll make it back. You’re tougher
than you look.” With that pronouncement he grunted and walked out
of the room. Eurydice gave him a parting hug around the neck, and
then his father patted him on the shoulder as they left. The
servants came in a removed the food and left a fresh pitcher of
water.
Good night Mykl.
His mother stood up,
hesitating as she was unsure of whether to come towards him and hug
him or let him come to her. He knew this because he could feel her
thoughts. He felt her affection for him and it burned like an iron
inside him, knowing that his memories had been forever tarnished
because of the damage he had to endure in what had felt like an
eight year nightmare. She turned to leave and he leapt out of bed,
flinching slightly as he was still in a little pain.
Mother? He
sent to her.
“Yes?” She replied as
she turned around to face him.
In four strides he
had crossed the room, reached out to her and pulled her into an
embrace. Tristan was surprised that he was taller than she was. He
felt so small and helpless; clearly his memories still betrayed him
as an eight year old boy. They stood there, mother and son, finally
reunited as it always should have been. Then she began to cry.
His father came back
into the room and put a reassuring hand on Tristans’ shoulder as if
to communicate ‘this is what she wanted’. Annadora allowed her
husband to usher her from the room as Tristan turned around and
began to explore his room.
As much as his
emotions had been drained in the space of a few hours, he felt a
renewed spirit and his curiosity took over as he began to explore
his room. The four post bed up against the outer wall was made of
black stained mahogany and upon closer inspection; the other
furniture was made in the same fashion. There was a dresser against
the opposite wall from the
they would transform themselves into human form. Some dragons, who
hated being hunted and shunned by most mortal races, would chose to
live their lives as humans. They couldn’t breed properly and often
the children were born deformed or dead.”
She looked at her
mother as she continued. “Mom was different. There must have been
some really powerful magic at play because she was born whole and
with a dragon’s command of magic. Her mother was mortal, but her
father was a greater silver dragon. Later, when Dragon Magic began
to fade, she had you and then years later I was born. Now that the
Dragon Magic is completely lost she can’t have any more
children…just like the dragons who haven’t been able to have
offspring for decades.” Eurydice explained with her eyes
alight.
“Ten years apart to
the day Tristan. You, then your sister, are the last children I’ll
be able to have.” His mother explained sadly.
“Your sister has
quite a bit of magic in her, no one is really sure why. But up
until now, everyone just assumed you were completely mortal. Very
interesting, I wonder if that’s how he survived. Annadora?” His
father asked.
“It’s possible,
having that spell cast on him might have awakened something already
there….I’ll have to talk to father about it.” She continued.
“You get some rest
now Mykl. Eurydice, let him go sweetie he needs some sleep.”
The stress of the day
and still being exhausted from his ordeal, Tristan grudgingly
agreed to get some rest as the family began to slowly leave his
room. His brother came over to him, towering above his bed as he
put a reassuring hand on Tristans shoulder and gave it a
squeeze.
“You’ll be fine
little brother. Get yourself some sleep and tomorrow I’ll have some
drills for you, get you back in shape in no time.”
“Great…” Tristan
replied with a sarcastic smirk. “Thanks Kevin.” He replied
sarcastically.
Kevin laughed as he
ruffled Tristans’ hair.
“You know I hate it
when you do that.” Tristan commented.
Kevin stopped,
staring down at him he said; “You’ll make it back. You’re tougher
than you look.” With that pronouncement he grunted and walked out
of the room. Eurydice gave him a parting hug around the neck, and
then his father patted him on the shoulder as they left. The
servants came in a removed the food and left a fresh pitcher of
water.
Good night Mykl.
His mother stood up,
hesitating as she was unsure of whether to come towards him and hug
him or let him come to her. He knew this because he could feel her
thoughts. He felt her affection for him and it burned like an iron
inside him, knowing that his memories had been forever tarnished
because of the damage he had to endure in what had felt like an
eight year nightmare. She turned to leave and he leapt out of bed,
flinching slightly as he was still in a little pain.
Mother? He
sent to her.
“Yes?” She replied as
she turned around to face him.
In four strides he
had crossed the room, reached out to her and pulled her into an
embrace. Tristan was surprised that he was taller than she was. He
felt so small and helpless; clearly his memories still betrayed him
as an eight year old boy. They stood there, mother and son, finally
reunited as it always should have been. Then she began to cry.
His father came back
into the room and put a reassuring hand on Tristans’ shoulder as if
to communicate ‘this is what she wanted’. Annadora allowed her
husband to usher her from the room as Tristan turned around and
began to explore his room.
As much as his
emotions had been drained in the space of a few hours, he felt a
renewed spirit and his curiosity took over as he began to explore
his room. The four post bed up against the outer wall was made of
black stained mahogany and upon closer inspection; the other
furniture was made in the same fashion. There was a dresser against
the opposite wall from the
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