Zhakhil took one final look at himself and moved out of the room. He was rushed to see Xaddrin, the dragon had been resting since cane back. His wing was wounded and was slowly healing in the lower chambers of the palace.
Today was the day that the male was waking. He wanted to be there when he woke up and talk to him. To find out how he survived the dragon seal and how come he hadn't been around for six while year's.
Zhakhil was curious. He wanted to know, what attacked him and wounded his wings. He would ask Iggi but the man was too busy playing house husband with Sorra.
It was the strangest thing he had seen in his time. Iggi, the greatest evil, serving his pregnant wife like a loyal servant. It was a strange sight but all of then had changed with time, the demigod's change was one that he could handle.