A Failing Bond: 4

Ignia turned back on his heels and stormed off. Mrs Moon trudged and sat down on a chair beside the fireplace. And Iian. She was dumbfounded.

"Mrs Moon..." she began. But Mrs Moon raised her tired eyes and smiled at her.

Iian's expression dampened. Mrs Moon's eyes were tired; she was helpless.

"I'll take my leave then," she spoke in inaudible murmurs and hugged her elder for the last time. The black-eyed girl crouched down."Take some rest. We shall meet tomorrow."

Mrs Moon nodded and showed her the way out. She came back a few minutes later and sat on the chair.

Her son was perspective beyond her idea. Her son had already detected the fault in that era, unlike the nascent dragons of his generation. They had adjusted to the current situation because of their birth during the turbulent era.

But Ignia was wrong at a point.

The apex of the problems was not the Throne, rather the dragons.

The current era had two frontiers—Rebellion frontier and Throne Frontier, comprising the Kings and Queens of the nine clans in Dragonix. The Rebellion Frontier staged the Emperor's death as Throne's warning before it eradicated the dragons. Whereas, the Throne Frontier claimed the Emperor was incompetent and Throne killed, hence, the Supreme Paramount.

"What's the point of knowing their schemes when I can't do anything? I couldn't even make my child understand me."

Moon said to herself, "We're on cease fire since Igneous died. But in the civil war of Dragons, others are suffering. Why don't they understand that we're rulers because of them? What will the dragons do when they rebel against us?"

She remembered when she used to tell Ignia about the interdependence of the dragons with the other races. Dragons needed the other races' help to raise their children. Dragons had low reproductive life and the parent-child age gap was too big.

Compared to the slow moving Dragon society, the other races had shorter life spans. Raised by them enabled the dragons to gain knowledge in a short period. In short, though they were great rulers, they were despondent about parenting.

Moon skimmed through the memories of her childhood. She remembered the pointy ears, a crooked nose, big glazed eyes and short height. The rocky, dusty but jolly civilization was fresh in her mind. She had spent her childhood with the dwarves of East Trailblazer, Thuzenabera.

"The pain doesn't cease. The ones who were family to us, our children, don't even know them properly."

It pained her; so much had changed. The young dragons didn't know the importance of the other races. They began treating them as nothing but lower class. Dragons were yet to realise the mistake they made by cutting off their interdependence.

They were at such stages, where it became rare to spot an oddity running through the streets of a Dragon civilization.

A sudden thought brought a smile to her face. "That brute woman, where is she?"

"You have coexisted for the past billions of years. You have become strong because of them. They have progressed because of you. How did you think you could survive without them?" she had said.

Moon wondered what would have done if she never met her in person. She might have been a dragon lost in greed, betrayal, and wars. That redheaded woman, an outsider, questioned their morals the ancestors had set and poured iced water over their sleeping minds.

She was a nobody at arrival but went away with the highest honour awarded to a non-dragon. She had no name, and the uproar caused by her defied their common sense. Hence called Unrecorded.

Mrs Moon sighed. "Her antics went unrecognised in history. Those questions have the power to threaten the existence of this corrupt administrative system."

To keep such questions at bay and enforce the wrongdoings, the greedy dragons tried to wipe out all of her vestiges. They imprinted her just as a legend in a children's storybook.

Mrs Moon knew, those who had seen her from close knew, that none could erase her. Even after fifty-four thousand years, she was alive. The next time she would step on Dragonix, she would direct and accomplish what she had left behind before.

Moon was waiting for that. They were waiting for that. Those who knew that none of the frontiers were white and black they waited. It was just the beginning. A dragons' story. But, she was yet to change the main characters. Something more than dragons.

"I wonder if she has a name now," mumbled Mrs Moon as she wiped the corner of her eyes. "You had promised to help Dragonix and lead my son."