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The next day, i woke up under my father albino wing since his wing was my safe haven

As I snuggled deeper under his wing, I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me. My father's albino wing was my safe haven, a place where I could escape the dangers and uncertainties of the world.

I looked up at my father's face, and he smiled down at me, his eyes warm with love. "Good morning, Tharros," he said, his voice low and rumbling.

I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of gratitude for this moment of peace. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a hint of sadness there, a reminder of the secrets he had revealed to me the day before.

I knew that our conversation was far from over, and that there were still many questions I needed to ask him. But for now, I just wanted to savor this moment of peace, and enjoy the warmth and security of my father's wing.

Father seems to have an idea "Thyriatrix come here quick. I want to show you something!" He grin

Thyriatrix hurried over to Aetherius, a look of curiosity on her face. "What is it, dear?" she asked, her light green scales catching the dim light of the cave.

Aetherius's grin grew wider as he gestured for Thyriatrix to come closer. "I think I've found a way to help Lyriath," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Thyriatrix's eyes lit up with interest as she peered over Aetherius's shoulder. "What is it?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

I, watched with interest, wondering what my father had discovered. Lyriath, still sporting his dark and blood-red scales, looked up at us with a curious expression, sensing that something was amiss.

"What's going on?" Lyriath asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Aetherius chuckled, his albino scales glinting in the dim light. "Just wait and see, my young ones," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

My father seemed to have an idea, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Mother, come here quick. I want to show you something!" He grinned, his albino scales catching the dim light of the cave.

My mother hurried over to him, a look of curiosity on her face. "What is it, dear?" she asked.

My father's grin grew wider as he gestured for my mother to come closer. "I think I've found a way to help Lyriath," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

My mother's eyes lit up with interest as she peered over my father's shoulder. "What is it?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

I watched with interest, wondering what my father had discovered. Lyriath, still sporting his dark and blood-red scales, looked up at us with a curious expression, sensing that something was amiss.

"What's going on?" Lyriath asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

My father chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just wait and see, my young ones," he said.

My father seemed to have an idea, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Thyriatrix, come here quick. I want to show you something!" He grinned, his albino scales catching the dim light of the cave.

My mother hurried over to him, a look of curiosity on her face. "What is it, dear?" she asked.

My father's grin grew wider as he gestured for my mother to come closer. "I think I've found a way to help Lyriath," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

My mother's eyes lit up with interest as she peered over my father's shoulder. "What is it?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

I watched with interest, wondering what my father had discovered. Lyriath, still sporting his dark and blood-red scales, looked up at us with a curious expression, sensing that something was amiss.

"What's going on?" Lyriath asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and caution.

My father chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just wait and see, my young ones," he said.

Pov Thyriatrix

Aetherius's excited voice cut through the morning calm, and I hurried over to him, curiosity getting the better of me. "What is it, dear?" I asked, my light green scales catching the dim light of the cave.

Aetherius's grin grew wider as he gestured for me to come closer. "I think I've found a way to help Lyriath," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

I felt a surge of hope at his words. Our son Lyriath had been struggling with his darkness for so long, and it had been a constant worry for both Aetherius and me.

I peered over Aetherius's shoulder, trying to see what he had discovered. "What is it?" I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aetherius chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just wait and see, my love," he said.

Aetherius spoke "Look this tricks! Tharros, get in my mouth!" He lay down and opened his mouth wide open for Tharros to get in, and I thought he was just kidding

I raised an eyebrow, thinking Aetherius was just joking around. "Aetherius, what are you doing?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice. "You're not serious, are you?"

But Aetherius just chuckled and nodded enthusiastically. "Come on, Tharros! Get in here! I'll show you a trick!"

Tharros looked hesitant, but Aetherius's infectious enthusiasm soon had him giggling. "Okay, Father!" Tharros said, climbing into Aetherius's open mouth.

I watched in surprise, wondering what Aetherius had planned. Was this some sort of dragon game? I had never seen Aetherius do anything like this before...

Tharros baby dragons body is insane Aetherius mouth and Aetherius shut his mouth and ran outside and go to the top of the mountain and Lyriath looked up to me and said, "Mother save him father going to eat him!"

I spoke."I'm sure he wouldn't!"

I tried to reassure Lyriath, but my voice was laced with a hint of uncertainty. I mean, what was Aetherius thinking, swallowing Tharros whole like that? I watched in alarm as Aetherius ran outside, Tharros still inside his mouth, and sprinted up the mountain.

Lyriath's eyes were wide with fear, and he clung to my side. "Mother, please! Father's going to eat him! We have to save Tharros!"

I tried to stay calm, but my heart was racing. I knew Aetherius would never hurt Tharros, but... but what if this was some sort of dragon instinct I didn't know about? What if Aetherius wasn't in control?

I took a deep breath and tried to reassure Lyriath again. "I'm sure your father knows what he's doing, Lyriath. He would never hurt Tharros. Let's just... let's just wait and see what happens, okay?"

I heard Aetherius on the top of the mountain "Tharros look I will swallow you whole!" I heard Tharros voice."FATHER NO PLEASE NO I DON'T WANT TO DI -" we heard hid words cut of

Lyriath turned to me and spoke, "Mother?" I see tears came out of his eyes

I spoke, "I'm sure it'll be!" Suddenly, we heard Tharros screaming and silent

I felt a chill run down my spine as I heard Tharros terrified screams, followed by an eerie silence. Lyriath's eyes were wide with fear, and he clung to me trembling.

I tried to reassure him, but my own voice was shaking. "I...I'm sure Tharha's fine, Lyriath. Your father would never hurt him."

But the silence that followed was deafening. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Lyriath's tears fell harder, and he whispered, "Mother, what if Father really ate him?"

I felt a wave of panic wash over me, and I knew I had to do something. I took a deep breath and started to fly towards the top of the mountain, Lyriath clinging to me in terror.

As we reached the top, I saw Aetherius standing alone, his eyes closed as if in concentration. There was no sign of tharros. I felt my heart sink, and I knew I had to confront Aetherius.

Then we heard Aetherius voice "dear I should have eaten him at the beginning!"

I felt a surge of rage and fear as I heard Aetherius's words. How could he say such a thing? Where was Tharros? I knew I had to keep calm for Lyriath's sake, but it was taking all my self-control not to lash out at Aetherius.

"Aetherius, what have you done?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. "Where is Tharros?"

Aetherius opened his eyes, and for a moment, I saw a glint of something strange in them. Something that made my blood run cold.

"Tharros is...indigestible," Aetherius said, his voice dripping with an unsettling amusement. "But don't worry, my dear. He's safe...for now."

Lyriath's spoke, "F-father, what have you done to Tharros?!" Lyriath stuttered, his voice shaking with fear and anger. "You said tricks, not eat him!"

Aetherius, still on top of this mountain yelled "WELL IT TOO LATE NOW! HE IS NOW INSIDE OF MY STOMACH NOW! HE IS NOW MOVING AROUND TRYING TO GET OUT!" We heard his voice again, and it struck sadness in my heart."I think he is fully digested!"

I felt a wave of horror and grief wash over me as I heard Aetherius's words. Tharros, my precious child, was gone. Digested by his own father. I couldn't bear the thought of it.

Lyriath's eyes went wide with shock and sadness, and he buried his face in my scales, sobbing uncontrollably. I held him close, trying to comfort him as I struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

Aetherius's laughter echoed through the mountainside, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. How could he do this? How could he destroy our family like this?

I ran out and went to the top of the mountain and saw Aetherius licking his mouth, and he spoke, "Just I swallowed him whole!" He laughed, and I looked at him in anger, and then he used his ice elements to make a thick ice wall around him

I unleashed a fierce roar, my anger and grief boiling over as I charged towards Aetherius. But he was prepared, and the thick ice wall he created blocked my path. I slammed into the wall, my claws scrabbling against the icy surface as I tried to get to Aetherius.

"You monster!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the mountainside. "How could you do that to our child?"

Aetherius just laughed again, his eyes glinting with a cold, cruel light. "You should have thought of that before you bore him," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

I was consumed by rage and sorrow, my heart shattered into a million pieces. I would never forgive Aetherius for what he had done. Never.

I spoke, "You will pay for what you've done, Aetherius," I hissed, my voice venomous with anger and hatred. "You will never be forgiven for this. Tharros was our child, our flesh and blood, and you destroyed him without a second thought. You are a monster, Aetherius. A monster!"

Aetherius spoke confused "what I am a monster did you have never realized it?"

I stared at Aetherius, shocked by his words. "What are you talking about?" I demanded. "You're a dragon, a father, a mate...not a monster!"

Aetherius's expression turned puzzled, and he tilted his head to one side. "But...I am a dragon," he said, as if that explained everything. "I do what comes naturally to me. And what comes naturally to me...is to hunt, to devour, to destroy."

I spoke, "What like devour our eldest child, Tharros!" He gave me an evil grin

Aetherius's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "Ah, yes...Tharros," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "He was a particularly...tasty morsel. And so...conveniently packaged." He chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I spoke, "When the ice wall you made is no longer covering you, I'm going to pin you down and cut your belly open as wide as possible while you are still alive!" Then I roar in anger

My roar echoed through the mountainside, a deafening blast of fury and grief. Aetherius's grin faltered for a moment, and he took a step back, his eyes flashing with unease. But then, his expression hardened again, and he sneered at me.

"Promises, promises," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "We'll see who gets to keep their promises, won't we?" He laughed again, a cold, mirthless sound, and the ice wall surrounding him seemed to grow even thicker, more impenetrable.

I spoke, "You may have devoured our child, Aetherius," I spat, my voice venomous with hatred, "but you will never devour our vengeance. We will make sure you pay for what you've done, and you will suffer a fate worse than death."

Aetherius's laughter echoed through the mountainside, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You think you can harm me?" he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I am the most powerful dragon in the land. I have consumed the flesh of our own child, and I have grown stronger because of it. You are no match for me."

Aetherius spoke, "If I mean the strongest dragon, I mean the strongest dragon in this part of the continent!"

Aetherius spoke, "Do you want to know what his final word was?"

My heart sank at Aetherius's words, and I felt a wave of grief wash over me. I didn't want to know, but at the same time, I had to know. "What was it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aetherius's eyes seemed to gleam with a malevolent light as he spoke, "His final word...was 'Father'." The word hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt my rage and grief boil over.

I launched myself at the ice wall, claws scrabbling against the frozen surface as I tried to get to Aetherius. But the wall held firm, and I was left to pound against it in frustration.

Aetherius laughed again, the sound echoing off the mountainside. "You'll never get to me," he taunted. "And even if you did, you couldn't hurt me. I'm too powerful."

Aetherius spoke, "and also the word 'Father' is just a piece that I will tell you do you want to know the rest?"

My eyes narrowed, and I growled, baring my teeth. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I spat. "You're reveling in the pain and suffering you've caused. But I'll play along. Yes, I want to know the rest. Tell me what else Tharros said before you...before you devoured him." My voice cracked with emotion, but I forced myself to continue, driven by a desire for justice and a need to know the truth.

Aetherius's grin grew even wider, and he leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Ah, yes...the rest. Well, after he said 'Father'...he said 'why'?" Aetherius's eyes seemed to gleam with a cruel light as he paused, savoring the moment.

I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I realized the implications of Tharros's final words. "Why?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "He asked you why?" Aetherius nodded, his grin still plastered on his face.

"Yes, he did," Aetherius said, his voice dripping with malice. "And do you know what I told him?" He paused again, drawing out the moment. "I told him...it was because I could."

Aetherius's words hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt my rage and grief boiling over. I slammed my claws against the ice wall again, but it still wouldn't budge.

"You're a monster," I spat, my voice venomous with hatred. "A monster with no heart, no soul. You're not even worthy of being called a dragon."

Aetherius just laughed again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And yet, I am the strongest dragon in this part of the continent," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And you, my dear mate, are nothing but a weak, helpless dragoness, unable to even avenge your own child."

I spoke, "You mean our child! Aetherius! He didn't deserve this!"

Aetherius's grin faltered for a moment, and he looked taken aback by my words. But then, his expression hardened again, and he sneered at me.

"Ah, yes, our child," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice. "But let's be real, my dear. Tharros was a weakling, a disappointment. He didn't have the strength, the power, the ambition that a true dragon should have. And so, he was...expendable."

I spoke, "He was your son that you said to protect! he trusts you so much that he wouldn't sleep easily when you are not around!"

Aetherius's expression faltered again, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of something like guilt or regret in his eyes. But it was quickly snuffed out, replaced by his usual cold, calculating gaze.

"Sentimental weakness," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "That's all that is. A true dragon doesn't let emotions cloud his judgment. And as for Tharros's trust...ha! That was just naivety. He should have known better than to trust anyone, especially not his own father."

I spoke, "Aetherius! I saw that guilt and regret in your eyes! And just know I will never go to forgive you!"

Aetherius's gaze snapped back to mine, and for a moment, we locked eyes in a fierce stare. I could see the guilt and regret I had spoken of still lurking in the depths of his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a mask of cold indifference.

"Forgiveness?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "You think I want your forgiveness? You think I need it? I am Aetherius, the strongest dragon in this part of the continent. I do not need anyone's forgiveness. And as for your threats...bring it on, my dear. I am ready for you."

I spoke, "I know that is a lie. I can see that you are lying!"

Aetherius's mask of indifference slipped for a moment, and I saw a flash of anger and defensiveness in his eyes. He took a step back, his claws flexing as if he was preparing to strike.

"How dare you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can see into my mind? You think you can read my thoughts?" He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You're just a foolish dragoness, blinded by your own emotions. You don't know anything about me."

I spoke, "I mean, like I can see in your eyes that you feel that you are guilty and regret!"

Aetherius's eyes flashed with anger, and he took another step back, as if trying to distance himself from my words. But I could see the guilt and regret still lurking in his eyes, and I knew I had struck a nerve.

"No," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're just seeing what you want to see. I don't feel guilt or regret. I am a dragon, and I do what I must to survive and thrive." But his words were unconvincing, and I could see the cracks in his facade beginning to spread.

I spoke "by eating our child Tharros and our eldest child!"

Aetherius's eyes widened, and he took a step back, as if recoiling from my words. For a moment, he seemed to stumble, his confident facade cracking. He looked away, his gaze darting wildly around the mountainside, as if searching for an escape from the truth.

But then, his expression hardened, and he turned back to me, his eyes blazing with a fierce, defensive anger. "Enough!" he roared, his voice echoing off the mountainside. "You will not speak of this again!"

Aetherius spoke, "Tharros...was a necessary sacrifice," Aetherius said, his voice cold and detached. "And as for our eldest child...Tharros was weak. He was holding me back. And I will not be held back by anyone. I don't care that he is my own flesh and blood."

I felt a surge of rage and horror at Aetherius's words. "You're lying!" I spat, my voice venomous. "Tharros was not weak! He was kind and gentle, and he had a heart full of love! You're the one who's weak, Aetherius - weak and cruel and heartless!"

Aetherius in a verge of tears. Aetherius's eyes welled up with tears, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle to maintain his composure. His voice cracked as he spoke, and his words were laced with a deep sadness. "You...you don't understand," he whispered, his body shaking with suppressed emotion. "I had to do it. I had to make the sacrifice. For the greater good...for our people's survival..." But his words trailed off, and he couldn't finish, overcome by the emotions he had been trying to keep hidden.

I spoke, "He trusted you more than anything, and I know you love and care him so much!"

Aetherius's face contorted in a mixture of pain and grief, and he let out a sob, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. "I did love him," he whispered, his voice cracking with sorrow. "I did care for him. But I...I thought it was necessary. I thought it was the only way to ensure our clan members survival." He looked up at me, his eyes streaming with tears. "But now...now I realize that I was wrong. I was blinded by my own ambition. And now...now it's too late."

Aetherius's body shook with sobs, and he fell to his knees, overcome by the weight of his grief. "Forgive me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Forgive me for what I did to our son. I am so sorry...so sorry for my blindness, for my arrogance. I was wrong to think that I could play god and decide who lives and dies."

I stood there, frozen in shock, as I watched the dragon I once knew, the dragon I once loved, break down in front of me. I had never seen Aetherius like this before, so vulnerable, so human. And in that moment, I felt my anger and hatred begin to fade, replaced by a deep sadness and sorrow.

I spoke, "Remove the damn ice wall so I can cut your belly open to get Tharros remaining out to buried and left you to die!" Aetherius make the ice wall thicker

Aetherius's sobs stopped abruptly, and he looked up at me with a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes. With a swift motion, he raised his claws, and the ice wall surrounding him began to glow with an eerie blue light. The ice grew thicker, more opaque, and the air around it seemed to grow colder.

"You'll never touch me," Aetherius hissed, his voice venomous. "You'll never harm me. I'll make sure of it." He took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine, and the ice wall grew even thicker, a formidable barrier between us.

I snarled, my claws extending in frustration. I was so close, yet so far. I was determined to get to Aetherius, to make him pay for what he had done. But for now, it seemed, I was at a stalemate.

I spoke, "You may have strengthened the ice wall, Aetherius, but you'll never be able to keep me out forever! I'll find a way to break through, and when I do, you'll pay for what you've done to our son! You'll pay for your betrayal and your cruelty!" I spat, my voice fierce and determined.

Aetherius spoke "I'm sorry!" Aetherius's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with a deep sorrow and regret. He took a step forward, his eyes pleading, and for a moment, I saw the dragon I once loved, the dragon who was my mate, my partner, my friend.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything. For what I did to Tharros, for what I did to you, for what I did to our family. I was blinded by my own ambition, my own fears. I let my desire for power consume me, and I lost sight of what truly mattered."

He paused, taking a deep breath, and I could see the tears streaming down his face.

"I don't expect you to forgive me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't deserve it. But I hope...I hope that one day, you can find it in your heart to understand why I did what I did. And maybe, just maybe, you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

I spoke, "I'm going to break the damn ice wall!"

I could feel my anger and determination rising to the surface. I took a deep breath, focusing all my energy on the ice wall in front of me. I could feel the power of the ancient dragons coursing through my veins, and I knew that I had the strength to break through the wall.

With a fierce cry, I launched myself at the ice wall, my claws extended and my body glowing with a fierce, golden light. The ice wall shuddered and cracked as I struck it, and I could feel the cold, hard surface beginning to give way beneath my blows.

Aetherius's eyes widened in alarm as he realized that I was actually going to break through the wall. He took a step back, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and desperation.

But I didn't care. I was beyond reason or mercy. I was driven by my rage and my grief, and I would stop at nothing to get to Aetherius and make him pay for what he had done.

Aetherius spoke "alright Tharros is not dead!"

I froze, my claws hovering in mid-air as I stared at Aetherius in shock. "What?" I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "What did you just say?"

Aetherius took a step forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Tharros is not dead," he repeated, his voice firm. "It was a prank. I just want a good laugh!"

My eyes widened in outrage and shock as I stared at Aetherius, my mind reeling with his words. "A prank?" I repeated, my voice rising in fury. "You thought it would be funny to tell me that our son was dead? You thought it would be amusing to watch me suffer and grieve?"

I felt a wave of rage wash over me, and I launched myself at Aetherius, my claws extended. "You're sick," I spat, my voice venomous. "You're twisted and cruel. I don't even know what to say to you right now."

Aetherius took a step back, a look of alarm on his face, but I could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He thought it was funny. He actually thought it was funny to hurt me like that.

Aetherius spoke, "If you want to know where tharros here," he reveals tharros he was hidden, and he seemed to be unconscious body

Aetherius spoke again. "I knock him up unconscious. I know he will ruin the prank, so I knock him up unconscious"

I stared at Tharros's unconscious body, my heart racing with fear and anger. We were still trapped inside the ice wall that Aetherius had created, and I could feel my rage and frustration building up.

"You knocked him unconscious?" I repeated, my voice shaking with rage. "You hurt our own son just to keep him from ruining your sick prank?"

I glared at Aetherius, my claws extended, but I couldn't attack him without risking harm to Tharros. Aetherius took a step back, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Get out of there right now!," I growled, my voice low and menacing. "Get out of this ice wall, and then you'll pay for what you've done."

Aetherius hesitated, then raised his claws and touched the ice wall. The ice began to glow, and then it started to melt, slowly revealing the both Aetherius and Tharros unconscious body. I watched, my eyes fixed on Aetherius, as the ice wall disappeared, leaving us standing in the cold, snowy landscape.

Now that they were free, I turned my attention to Tharros, I ran towards tharros and gently shaking him to try and wake him up. "Tharros, wake up!" I cried, my voice filled with worry and fear. "Please, wake up!"

Pov Aetherius

I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on Thyriatrix's furious face outside the ice wall. I could see the rage and anger burning in her eyes, and I knew I was in trouble. I had gone too far this time, and I wasn't sure if I could fix things.

As I looked down at Tharros's unconscious body beside me, I felt a pang of guilt and regret. I had never meant to hurt him, I had just wanted to play a prank on Thyriatrix. But now, I realized that it had been a stupid and cruel thing to do.

I raised my claws and touched the ice wall, melting it away. As the ice disappeared, Thyriatrix stormed towards me, her eyes blazing with anger.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," she growled, her voice low and menacing.

I took a step back, my eyes fixed on Thyriatrix's face. I knew I had to try and make things right, but I wasn't sure where to start. I looked down at Tharros, still unconscious on the ground, and knew that I had to try and make amends.

I spoke, "Can I come closer to Tharros?"

Thyriatrix look at me in anger and said "Find but don't think I will forgive you for knock him out for a prank!" Thyriatrix gaze get more fiery

Thyriatrix spoke, "Our 2nd child and son Lyriath end up thinking you actually ate him, and it turned out it was a prank!" She growl loudly

I took a step back, my eyes widening in alarm as Thyriatrix's voice rose to a deafening growl. I could see the fury and hurt in her eyes, and I knew I had made a grave mistake.

"Thyriatrix, I-" I began, but she cut me off with a swipe of her claw.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" she snarled, her voice venomous. "You think it's hilarious to put our children through that kind of trauma. Lyriath thought you ate his brother! He thought you were a monster!"

Thyriatrix's growl grew louder, more menacing, and I could feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. I knew I had to try and calm her down, but I wasn't sure if I could.

Thyriatrix spoke, "He is now down there crying!

I felt a pang of guilt and regret, imagining Lyriath's small form shaking with sobs. I took a step forward, my eyes pleading with Thyriatrix.

"Let me go to him," I said, my voice soft and contrite. "Let me apologize and try to make things right. I was wrong to play that prank, and I know it. I'll do whatever it takes to regain Lyriath's trust and make amends."

I glanced at Tharros, still unconscious on the ground, and then back at Thyriatrix, hoping against hope that she would give me a chance to make things right.

I nodded, relieved, and quickly made my way to the mountain cave where Lyriath was. As I descended into the cave, I saw Lyriath sitting in the center of the cave, surrounded by his siblings - Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix They all looked up at me with concern etched on their faces.

Lyriath's scales, once a deep navy blue, now seemed to be a dark and blood-red color, a testament to the trauma he had experienced. His eyes looked red-rimmed from crying, and I could tell he was still shaken by the prank.

I knelt down beside him, feeling a deep sense of regret and sorrow. "Lyriath, I'm so sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to I." Lyriath roar. "Why did you eat my big brother father why?!" I thought,'it was a prank'

I hesitated, realizing that Lyriath was still consumed by the fear and trauma of thinking I had eaten his brother. I took a deep breath and tried to explain, hoping to calm him down.

"Lyriath, I...I didn't eat Tharros," I said gently. "It was just a prank, a stupid mistake. I never meant to hurt you or Tharros. I swear, he's safe. Thyriatrix is taking care of him right now."

But Lyriath's expression didn't change. He looked at me with a mixture of anger, fear, and betrayal. "Why would you do that, Father?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion. "Why would you make me think you ate my brother?"

I felt a pang of regret and sorrow, realizing that I had caused my child so much pain and trauma. I knew I had to make things right, but I wasn't sure where to start.

I spoke, "Can all you little ones come forward please"

Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all stepped forward, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Vyraxys's dark bronze scales seemed to gleam in the dim light of the cave, while Nyxoria's amethyst scales shone with a soft, purple light. Lyrixa's rose gold scales sparkled, and Kaidorix's forest green scales seemed to blend in with the surroundings.

They all looked up at me, waiting for me to continue. Lyriath, still visibly upset, remained where he was, his dark and blood-red scales a stark reminder of the trauma he had experienced.

I walked towards Lyriath and did not say a word

Lyriath looked up at me, his eyes still red-rimmed from crying. He seemed wary, unsure of what I was going to do next. The other children watched in silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

I knelt down beside Lyriath, my movements slow and deliberate. I reached out a hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, trying to offer what little comfort I could. Lyriath flinched at first, but then seemed to relax slightly, his tense muscles easing under my touch.

The cave was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of the children's scales as they shifted uncomfortably. Lyriath looked up at me, his eyes searching for answers, for reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

Lyriath steps back to the stone wall, and my mouth opens

I let out a deep, sorrowful sigh, my mouth still open in a silent expression of regret. I looked at Lyriath, his back against the stone wall, his dark and blood-red scales seeming to blend in with the shadows. His eyes were cast downward, his gaze fixed on the ground.

I could feel the weight of my mistake bearing down on me, the knowledge that I had hurt my child and damaged the trust between us. I wanted to reach out to him, to hold him and tell him how sorry I was, but I knew I had to give him space.

I started to lick Lyriath dark and blood-red scales, but Lyriath thought I was tasting him before eating him

Lyriath's eyes widened in terror as he felt my tongue on his scales. He let out a blood-curdling scream, his body tensing up in fear. "NO! FATHER, NO! DON'T EAT ME!" he shrieked, his voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

The other children watched in horror, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all took a step back, their scales bristling with fear.

I froze, realizing too late that Lyriath had misinterpreted my actions. I tried to pull back, to reassure him that I wasn't going to hurt him, but Lyriath was beyond consolation. He scrambled away from me, his eyes wild with fear, and hid behind his siblings.

I release my sleeping gas in the mountain cave

The air in the mountain cave began to fill with a sweet, pungent aroma as I released my sleeping gas. The children's eyes, already wide with fear, began to droop as the gas took effect. Lyriath, still cowering behind his siblings, was the first to succumb, his body relaxing as he fell into a deep sleep.

Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix soon followed, their scales glistening in the dim light of the cave as they slumped to the ground, fast asleep. The cave was silent once more, the only sound the soft, steady breathing of the sleeping children.

I stood amidst the sleeping forms of my children, feeling a mix of relief and regret. I knew I had to make things right, to find a way to heal the wounds I had inflicted on my family. But for now, I simply stood watch, guarding my children as they slept, and trying to come to terms with the consequences of my actions.

Pov Thyriatrix

I stood on top of the mountain, the wind whipping my light green scales as I gazed out at the breathtaking view. But my attention was focused on the figure lying beside me - Tharros, our eldest child, still unconscious from the prank Aetherius had played earlier.

I felt a surge of anger and hurt as I thought about Aetherius's actions. How could he do this to our child? To our family? I had been furious with him earlier, and I was still seething with anger now.

As I stood there, I saw Aetherius emerge from the mountain cave below. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. But I was unmoved. I was still too angry, too hurt, to forgive him so easily.

"Aetherius," I called out, my voice carrying on the wind. "What do you want?"

Aetherius hesitated, then began to make his way up the mountain towards me. I watched him warily, my eyes never leaving his face. I was ready for him, ready to confront him about his actions and demand answers.

I spoke, "You knock Tharros out unconscious and prank me and Lyriath that you ate him and all for that to make me and Lyriath crying and our Hearts broken?!"

Aetherius's eyes dropped, shame and guilt written all over his face. He took a step back, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thyriatrix, I...I'm so sorry. I didn't think it would hurt you and Lyriath so much. I was just trying to play a prank, but I realize now it was cruel and heartless."

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I know I can never undo the pain I've caused, but I want you to know that I love you and our children more than anything. I was wrong to hurt you like this, and I promise to do everything in my power to make it right."

Aetherius's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sorrow and longing. He took a step forward, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, Thyriatrix, forgive me. I don't deserve it, but I'm begging you to give me another chance."

Pov Tharros

I slowly sat up, rubbing my head to try and clear the haze. I was lying near Mother, and I could see the tension in her body as she stood facing Father. Her eyes were blazing with anger, and her voice was firm but shaking with emotion.

"You knock me out unconscious and prank me and Lyriath that you ate me, and all for that to make me and Lyriath crying and our hearts broken?" Mother's voice was filled with pain and accusation.

Father looked down, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, Thyriatrix. I was wrong to hurt you and our children like this. Please forgive me."

I looked up at Mother, and she glanced down at me, her expression softening for a moment. She reached out and gently brushed a scale on my forehead, a comforting gesture that made me feel a little better.

I mumbled "Mother?"

Mother's expression softened even further as she looked at me. She knelt down beside me, her voice gentle. "Yes, child? Are you okay?" She examined my face, her eyes filled with concern.

Father got closer and patted my head, but Mother wasn't too happy about it

Mother's eyes narrowed, and she gently pushed Father's hand away from me. "Don't," she said, her voice firm but quiet. "You've done enough harm for one day." She wrapped a protective arm around me, holding me close to her side.

Father spoke, "I just want to patted him!"

Mother's expression remained stern, her voice unwavering. "You'll do no such thing. Not after what you've done. You need to earn back our trust, and that's going to take a lot more than just a simple pat on the head."

Aetherius laughed in a nervous tone "well I knocked out Lyriath and Vyraxys and Nyxoria and Lyrixa and Kaidorix out with the same way I did to Tharros" he unfolded his wings and flew off

Mother's eyes widened in shock and anger as Father revealed what he had done to my siblings. "Aetherius, come back here!" she shouted, but he was already flying away, his wings beating rapidly as he disappeared into the distance.

Mother's grip on me tightened, and she pulled me into a fierce hug. "I'm so sorry, Tharros," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'll keep you safe. I'll always keep you safe."

I wrapped my arms around Mother's neck, holding her tightly as she held me. I could feel her heart racing with anger and worry, but her hug was warm and comforting. I felt safe in her arms, protected from the chaos and uncertainty that Father had created. I looked up at Mother, seeing the determination and love in her eyes. "I love you, Mother," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Mother looks up and see father who is not flying off and just stays above

Mother's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Father, who was hovering in the air above us. Her grip on me tightened, and her voice was low and warning. "Aetherius, what are you doing? Leave us alone."

Father spoke, "I'm sorry, but they are OK just not waking up today"

Mother's eyes flashed with anger, but she seemed to relax slightly at Father's words. She looked up at him, her voice still firm but with a hint of relief. "You'd better hope they're okay," she said, her eyes never leaving Father's face. "If they're hurt, even a little bit, you'll have to answer to me."

Father spoke, "Ha well, I have an ability that releases sleeping gas from" Father paused, "never mind"

Mother's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. "Save it, Aetherius," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't want to hear about your abilities or your excuses. What I want to know is why you felt the need to use that on our children."

Father spoke, "They seem too scared to get near so yeah I use it"

Mother's face turned red with anger, and her voice rose to a shout. "You used a sleeping gas on our children because they were scared of you? That's not a solution, Aetherius! That's cowardice!" She took a step forward, her eyes blazing with fury. "You should be trying to earn their trust, not manipulating them with your powers!"

Mother spoke, "I'm going to go back to the mountain cave to check on them!" She got up and got down from the top of the mountain, and Father spoke."Wait! The gas is still there!" And there was no answer

Father's voice echoed through the air, but Mother was already gone, descending down the mountain. He looked down, his eyes scanning the path she had taken, a look of concern etched on his face. "Thyriatrix, wait!" he shouted again, but there was only silence.

He got down and covered me under his wings, and I feel calm and safe and comfort

I snuggled deeper under Father's wings, feeling the warmth and protection they provided. Despite the earlier chaos and Mother's anger, I felt a sense of calm wash over me as Father's wings enveloped me. His gentle humming, a soft vibration that seemed to come from his chest, added to the soothing atmosphere, and I let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and comforted.

Father spoke "well I'm dead!"

I looked up at Father, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean, Father?" I asked, my voice muffled slightly by the warmth of his wings.

Father spoke, "Remember that I use my ability sleeping gas on you?" I nodded

Father's expression turned grim, and he said, "Your mother is going to kill me when she finds out that the gas is still active and it's going to affect her too." Father spoke, "and it did"

I looked up at Father, and saw a mix of resignation and amusement on his face. He nodded, as if confirming his own thoughts. "Yes, I'm definitely dead."

A few hours later, the mother came back on top of the mountain and did not do a happy face

Mother's face was a thundercloud, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Father. She stalked towards him, her movements stiff with anger, and her voice was low and menacing. "Aetherius..." she growled, her tone dripping with warning.

Father, still covering me with his wings, looked up at her with a mixture of resignation and trepidation. He seemed to know that he was in trouble, and he didn't try to defend himself or make excuses.

Mother stopped in front of him, her chest heaving with anger. "You knew the gas was still active, didn't you?" she spat, her voice venomous. "You knew I would be affected too, and yet you did nothing to warn me."

Father nodded slowly, his eyes cast downward. "I'm sorry, Thyriatrix," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Mother's eyes flashed with anger, and she raised a hand, her claws extended. Father flinched, expecting her to strike, but she seemed to think better of it. Instead, she turned her back on him and stalked away, her tail twitching with rage.

"Aetherius, you're going to have to do a lot to make up for this," she threw over her shoulder, her voice cold and unforgiving. "A lot."

Father spoke, "On what do i have to make up?"

Mother stopped in her tracks and turned back to face Father, her eyes blazing with anger. "You really don't understand, do you?" she spat, her voice incredulous. "You used your sleeping gas on our children, and then you didn't even have the decency to warn me that it was still active. I walked right into it, and now I'm furious."

She took a step closer to Father, her claws still extended. "You're going to have to make up for scaring our children half to death, and for putting me in a position where I could have gotten hurt. And most of all, you're going to have to make up for lying to me and manipulating our children with your powers."

Father looked up at her, his eyes wide with realization. "I...I didn't think," he stammered.

Mother's expression turned icy. "Exactly. You didn't think. And that's the problem."

Mother spoke, "AETHERIUS YOU BETTER GET RIGHT HERE SO I CAN BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF YOU!" She roar in anger

I trembled with fear, burrowing deeper under Father's wings as Mother's thunderous roar echoed through the air. Father's eyes went wide, and he hastily got to his feet, his wings unfolding as he prepared to defend himself.

"It's okay, Tharros," he whispered, trying to reassure me. "I'll protect you."

But I knew that Father was no match for Mother's fury. I had never seen her so angry before, and I didn't know what she was capable of.

Father took a step back, his eyes fixed on Mother as she charged towards him. Her claws were extended, and her teeth were bared in a snarl. Father raised his hands, preparing to defend himself, but I knew it was futile.

Mother was a force to be reckoned with, and Father was no match for her wrath.

Mother spoke "alright look I have to do it myself!" She ran towards father

Father stood his ground, his eyes fixed on Mother as she charged towards him. He raised his hands, palms outwards, in a futile attempt to calm her down. "Thyriatrix, please!" he begged, but Mother was beyond reason.

As she reached Father, she swung her claws at him with a mighty roar. Father tried to dodge, but Mother was too fast. She struck him with a series of swift and precise blows, sending Father crashing to the ground.

I cowered in fear, watching in horror as Mother unleashed her fury on Father. I had never seen her like this before, and I didn't know how to stop her.

Just when it seemed like Mother was going to deliver the final blow, she suddenly stopped. She stood over Father, her chest heaving with exertion, and her eyes blazing with anger. For a moment, she just stared at him, as if daring him to get back up.

But Father didn't move. He just lay there, defeated and helpless.

Father spoke, "I...I think you've made your point, Thyriatrix," Father said, his voice weak and trembling. He slowly got to his feet, his wings battered and bruised, and his body covered in scratches and gashes.

Mother's expression didn't change, her eyes still blazing with anger. "You're lucky I didn't kill you," she spat, her voice venomous. "Using your powers on our children...it's unforgivable."

Father hung his head in shame, his wings drooping in defeat. "I know," he muttered. "I was wrong. It won't happen again."

Mother's gaze lingered on him for a moment, as if searching for any sign of insincerity. Then, seemingly satisfied that Father was truly remorseful, she turned and walked away, leaving Father standing alone, battered and bruised.

I spoke "wait is my younger siblings awake?" Mother nodded and said "well they still think that your father ate you and Aetherius. You are cruel enough to do that kind of prank on us!"

I spoke "Yeah I know, and can I check on them so they know that I'm not dead?" Mother nodded "alright after all, they are crying right now. Lyriath and Vyraxys and Nyxoria and Lyrixa and Kaidorix"

I nodded, feeling a surge of concern for my younger siblings. I quickly followed Mother down the mountain and into the cave where Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix were waiting.

As we entered the cave, I saw my siblings huddled together, their eyes red from crying. Lyriath, with his dark and blood-red scales, looked up at me with tears streaming down his face. Vyraxys, with his dark bronze scales, sniffled and buried his face in my shoulder. Nyxoria, with her amethyst scales, Lyrixa, with her rose gold scales, and Kaidorix, with his forest green scales, all clung to me, relieved to see that I was alive and safe.

"I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm not going anywhere," I reassured them, trying to calm their fears.

Mother watched us, her light green scales seeming to glow in the dim light of the cave. Father, with his albino scales, stood off to the side, watching us with a somber expression.

My younger siblings ran and hugged. They really indeed thought I die by getting eaten by Father

As my younger siblings hugged me tightly, I could feel their tears and snuggles, and I knew that they had been truly terrified. Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all clung to me, holding on as if they would never let me go.

"I thought Father ate you!" Lyriath wailed, his dark and blood-red scales mottled with tears.

"I thought you were gone forever!" Nyxoria sobbed, her amethyst scales glistening with tears.

Vyraxys, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all nodded in agreement, their faces still etched with fear and worry.

I hugged them all tightly, trying to reassure them that I was safe and sound. "I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm not going anywhere," I repeated, trying to calm their fears.

As we hugged, I glanced over at Father, who was watching us with a somber expression. His albino scales seemed to glow in the dim light of the cave, and I could see the guilt and regret etched on his face.

Father spoke, "So little ones Tharros is alive and well"

My younger siblings slowly turned to face Father, their eyes still red from crying. Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all looked at Father warily, as if they were still trying to process what had happened.

Father took a step forward, his albino scales seeming to glow in the dim light of the cave. "I know I scared you all, and for that, I am truly sorry," he said, his voice filled with remorse.

My siblings looked at each other uncertainly, then back at Father. Lyriath spoke up, his voice trembling. "Why did you do that, Father? Why did you make us think you ate Tharros?"

Father sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It was supposed to be a prank!"

My siblings' eyes widened in shock and outrage, and they all started talking at once. "A prank?!" Lyriath exclaimed. "That was not funny, Father!" Vyraxys said, his voice shaking with anger. "You scared us so much!" Nyxoria added, her amethyst scales glistening with tears.

Lyrixa and Kaidorix just shook their heads, looking at Father with disappointment and hurt. I could see the pain and betrayal in their eyes, and I knew that Father had a long way to go to make things right.

Mother, who had been watching the scene unfold, stepped forward, her light green scales seeming to glow with a soft, gentle light. "Aetherius, that was not a prank," she said, her voice firm but controlled. "That was reckless and irresponsible. You need to apologize to our children and promise to never do something like that again."

Father looked at Mother, then at my siblings and me. He took a deep breath, his albino scales seeming to glow with a faint, remorseful light.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I was wrong to play a prank like that on you. I know it was not funny, and I should not have scared you like that. It was thoughtless and irresponsible, and I promise to never do something like that again."

My siblings looked at each other uncertainly, then back at Father. They seemed to be weighing his apology, trying to decide if they could forgive him.

Lyriath spoke up, his voice still trembling. "We thought you ate Tharros, Father. We thought we'd never see him again."

Father's face contorted in pain, and he fell to his knees. "I know, my little ones. I'm so sorry. I was blind and stupid, and I didn't think about how my actions would affect you. Please, forgive me."

My siblings looked at each other, then at Father. Slowly, they nodded, one by one, and Father's face lit up with relief and gratitude.

Lyriath spoke, "We thought that Tharros was dead and gone forever!" He tightens his hug on me, refusing to let go

I wrapped my arms around Lyriath, holding him close as he buried his face in my shoulder. I could feel his tears and his trembling, and I knew that he was still shaken by the thought of losing me.

"It's okay, Lyriath," I whispered, trying to comfort him. "I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have me as your big sibling."

Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all nodded in agreement, their faces still etched with worry and concern. They all hugged me tightly, refusing to let go, and I could feel their love and relief washing over me.

Father watched us, his eyes filled with tears and regret. He seemed to be struggling to come to terms with what he had done, and I could see the weight of his guilt bearing down on him.

Mother placed a gentle hand on Father's shoulder, her light green scales glowing softly in the dim light of the cave. "Aetherius, you need to give them space," she said, her voice soft but firm. "They need time to process what happened and to forgive you."

I spoke "hush I'm here. Don't worry, I'm still here!"

Lyriath's grip on me tightened, and he looked up at me with tears streaming down his face. "I thought I'd never see you again, Tharros," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all nodded in agreement, their faces still etched with worry and concern. They all hugged me tightly, holding on as if they'd never let me go.

I wrapped my arms around them, holding them close as we stood there, a tight knot of siblings, clinging to each other in relief and gratitude. "I'm here, I'm here," I whispered, trying to reassure them. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

As it is a night time, Mother grabs me and walks towards her father and places me down in front of him and her father confused. He thinks he will never be trusted him nearing me

I looked up at Mother, wondering what she was doing. She smiled softly and nodded at me, as if to say "trust me".

Father spoke "what?" He is so confused

Mother spoke "you are sleeping with him like always!" And Father spoke "but why after that prank of me saying that I ate Tharros and knocked him out unconscious I thought you will never trust me near him ever again"

Mother spoke "Yeah but you and I both know that Tharros won't sleep without him under your wings!" Father chuckled and nodded

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart as I looked at Father. He chuckled and nodded, and I could see the relief and gratitude in his eyes.

Mother smiled and nodded, her light green scales glistening in the dim light. "Yes, Tharros has always felt safe and secure under your wings."

Father's face softened, and he looked at me with love and adoration. "Come on, little one," he said, spreading his wings wide. "Time for bed. Sleep tight."

I nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me. I snuggled under Father's wings, feeling his warmth and protection envelop me. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that everything was going to be okay.

I feel so safe and calm and comfortable and warm

I snuggled deeper under Father's wings, feeling his warmth and protection envelop me even more. His albino scales seemed to glow softly in the dim light, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy as I breathed in the comforting scent of his scales.

Mother's gentle voice whispered in the background, "Sleep tight, Tharros. We're here for you." But I was already drifting off, surrounded by the safety and love of my parents.

Mother spoke, "He been go and ran under your wings ever since he was 1 day old he ran only he fell shy or scared or overwhelmed"

Father chuckled, his wings wrapping tighter around me. "Yes, our little Tharros has always been a daddy's boy, hasn't he?" He smiled, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, feeling safe and protected under Father's wings. I was home, and everything was right with the world. I let out a soft sigh, feeling my eyes grow heavier as I drifted off to sleep.

Pov Aetherius

I wrapped my wings tighter around my precious Tharros, feeling a sense of pride and love wash over me. My albino scales seemed to glow softly in the dim light, and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered all the times Tharros had run to me for comfort.

"Ever since he was one day old," Thyriatrix reminded me, her voice filled with amusement. "He'd fall, get shy, or scared, but he'd always run to you."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth in my heart. "Yes, my little Tharros has always been a daddy's boy." I looked down at Tharros, who was now fast asleep under my wings. I felt a surge of love and protectiveness towards him, and I knew that I would do anything to keep him safe.

I spoke "it seem no matter how I hurt him or scared him, he will always go near me"

Thyriatrix looked at me with a mix of understanding and gentle reprimand. "Aetherius, that's because Tharros loves and trusts you unconditionally. He knows that you would never intentionally hurt him, and that you're always trying to protect him, even if your methods can be...unorthodox at times."

I looked down at Tharros, feeling a pang of guilt and regret for the prank I had played on him earlier. But at the same time, I felt grateful for the deep bond that Tharros and I shared.