a new day dawn

I woke up to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through the cave entrance. I stretched my wings and arched my back, giving a good yawn to signal the start of my day. Father's wings were still wrapped around me, and I felt grateful for the safe and cozy night's sleep. Father seems to be still sleeping

I carefully shifted out of Father's wings, trying not to disturb him. He was still sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart as I looked at him. I decided to let him sleep a bit longer, and instead, I quietly got up to start my day.

Although his wings fully covered me so I jabbed my claws on his albino scales

Father's eyes flickered open, and he looked at me with a sleepy gaze. He smiled, seeing me looking up at him, and gently said, "Good morning, little one." He stretched his wings, giving me a bit more space, and I climbed out from under his wing, shaking out my scales.

As I emerged from under Father's wing, I saw that my siblings were already up and about, playing and chasing each other around the cave. Lyriath and Vyraxys were engaged in a fierce game of "dragon tag", while Nyxoria and Kaidorix and Lyrixa were busy exploring the cave's nooks and crannies.

Mother was sitting near the cave entrance, watching the commotion with a warm smile. She looked up at me and said, "Good morning, Tharros. Did you sleep well?"

I nodded, still feeling a bit sleepy, and made my way over to her. Father got up from his resting spot and stretched his massive wings, shaking out his scales. The sound of his wings beating echoed through the cave, and my siblings all stopped what they were doing to look at him in awe.

Father let out a mighty roar, and the cave echoed with the sound. My siblings all cheered and clapped, and I couldn't help but join in. Mother smiled, her eyes shining with pride, and said, "I think someone's ready for breakfast!"

Father chuckled, his deep rumble causing the ground to vibrate, and said, "Indeed I am! Who's ready to go hunting?"

My siblings all raised their claws and let out excited cheers. I grinned, feeling my stomach growl with anticipation. It was going to be a great day!

Father left to get the meat, and I know he would give big middle size food for my less 2 year old body

I watched as Father departed, his massive wings beating powerful as he soared out of the cave. I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that he would return with a delicious meal for us.

As a young dragon, I was still growing and developing, and Father always made sure to bring back food that was just right for me. I knew that he would choose something big enough to satisfy my growing appetite, but not so big that I couldn't handle it.

I looked over at my siblings, who were all chattering excitedly about the upcoming meal. Lyriath and Vyraxys were arguing over who would get the biggest piece, while Nyxoria and Kaidorix were busy playing a game of "dragon waits" to see who could wait the longest for Father to return.

I smiled to myself, feeling happy to be a part of such a loving and lively family. And then, I heard the distant sound of Father's wings, and I knew that our meal was on its way!

As Father entered the cave, he was carrying a large assortment of meats, each one carefully selected for one of us. But then, I saw that he had something special for me - a huge, juicy chunk of meat, all for myself.

My eyes widened in excitement as Father set the meat down in front of me. I looked up at him, and he smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "This one's all yours, Tharros," he said. "Enjoy!"

I dug in eagerly, savoring the tender flavor and texture. It was the perfect size for me, and I felt grateful to have such a thoughtful father.

Meanwhile, my siblings were all enjoying their own meals, each one carefully selected by Father to meet their individual needs. Lyriath and Vyraxys were chomping down on smaller, more delicate pieces of meat, while Nyxoria and Kaidorix were enjoying slightly larger portions. But none of them were allowed to touch my special meal - it was all mine! As I eat my belly, expand by each bite, and my stomach is getting stuff

As I continued to devour my massive meal, I could feel my belly expanding with each bite. My stomach was getting stuffed, but I just couldn't help myself - the food was too delicious! I kept eating, my jaws working tirelessly to tear apart the tender meat.

With each successive bite, my belly grew rounder and rounder, until I felt like I was going to burst. My stomach was groaning under the pressure, but I just couldn't stop eating. It was like I was in a food coma, unable to resist the allure of the tasty meal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I finished my meal. I lay back, my belly bulging out like a balloon, and let out a contented sigh. I was stuffed, but it was a good kind of stuffed. I felt happy and satisfied, like I had just eaten the best meal of my life. I could feel my stomach hurt so very badly and feel so full

I winced in discomfort, my stomach aching with a sharp, stabbing pain. I felt like I had eaten too much, too fast, and now my belly was protesting. The fullness was almost unbearable, and I could feel my stomach groaning under the pressure.

I let out a little whimper, feeling miserable. Why had I eaten so much? I knew I shouldn't have devoured that entire huge meal by myself. Now I was paying the price.

I tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but it was no use. My stomach hurt too much, and I felt like I was going to burst. I just lay there, feeling miserable and uncomfortable, wishing I had just stopped eating when I was full.

Father walked forward and rubbed my belly, and the food was digested and full of gas, and I couldn't burp it out

Father's gentle rubbing motion on my belly felt soothing at first, but it quickly turned into a uncomfortable sensation. The food in my stomach, which was already feeling uncomfortable from being overfull, started to churn and bubble. I could feel the gas building up, making me feel even more bloated and uncomfortable.

I tried to burp, but it was like my body was refusing to let the gas out. I strained and strained, but all that came out were tiny, unsatisfying belches. The pressure in my stomach was building up, making me feel like I was going to explode.

Father looked at me with concern, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Tharros, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, trying to reassure him, but I couldn't hide the discomfort on my face. I was miserable, and I just wanted to find a way to release the pressure in my stomach.

Father spoke "Ah the gas can't get out again! Oh well, it looks like I have to keep rubbing. " The gas continues to fill up with so much gas, and I am unable to burp it out

Father chuckled and continued to rub my belly, trying to help me release the trapped gas. But despite his efforts, the gas just kept building up. I felt like a balloon, inflating with every passing moment.

The pressure in my stomach was becoming unbearable. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. The gas was trapped, and it seemed like it was going to stay that way.

Father's rubbing motion was starting to feel a bit more intense, but even that wasn't enough to dislodge the gas. I let out a little whimper, feeling frustrated and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Tharros," Father said soothingly. "We'll get the gas out eventually. Just hang in there." But I wasn't so sure. It felt like the gas was going to stay stuck inside me forever.

He kept rubbing and the gas tightly my stomach and belly and trapped inside my stomach

Father continued to rub my belly, but the gas remained stubbornly trapped inside my stomach. It felt like it was going to burst out at any moment, but somehow it just wouldn't budge.

The pressure was becoming almost unbearable. I felt like I was going to float away like a balloon, my stomach was so bloated. Father's rubbing motion was starting to feel a bit more intense, but even that wasn't enough to dislodge the gas.

I let out a little groan, feeling miserable. Why wouldn't the gas just come out already?! It was like my body was playing a cruel trick on me.

Father's expression was calm and soothing, but I could tell he was a bit concerned. "Hang in there, Tharros," he said. "We'll get through this." But I wasn't so sure...

The gas increased, and I feel like I'm going to burst

I felt like I was going to explode. The gas inside my stomach had reached a critical point, and I could feel it straining against my skin. My belly was tight and hard, like a drum stretched to its limits.

I let out a little whimper, feeling like I was going to burst at any moment. Father's rubbing motion had stopped, and he was looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Tharros, I think you need to...ah...find a way to release the pressure," he said, his voice calm but urgent.

But the gas remained stubbornly trapped inside my stomach, refusing to budge. I felt like I was going to pop, like a balloon inflated to its breaking point. The pressure was building and building, and I didn't know how much more I could take.

Father spoke, "How about I push down your belly to release the gas, but there is a chance that it will explode your belly so..... LET DO IT!" Mother nearby and heard Father word in horror

Mother's eyes widened in alarm as she heard Father's words. She rushed over to us, her voice trembling with concern. "No, dear! You can't be serious! That's not a safe solution!"

But Father was undeterred. He looked at me with a determined expression, his eyes shining with a mix of concern and confidence. "We have to try something, my dear. Tharros is clearly in distress."

I felt a surge of fear mixed with desperation. I didn't want my belly to explode, but at the same time, I couldn't bear the discomfort and pressure anymore.

Mother looked like she was about to protest again, but Father gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, my dear. I'll be careful."

And with that, Father placed his hands on my belly, preparing to apply pressure...

Father spoke, "This isn't the first time this is happening!" Mother nodded

Mother's expression changed from one of alarm to one of understanding. She nodded in agreement with Father, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and familiarity.

"Yes, Tharros has a strong stomach, just like his father," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "But sometimes, that strength can make it difficult for gas to pass through."

Father smiled reassuringly. "That's right. You've got a sturdy digestive system, son. But that means we need to be a bit more...persistent when it comes to releasing gas."

I nodded, feeling a bit better knowing that my stomach was strong, even if it was being a bit stubborn. Father continued to apply gentle pressure to my belly, trying to help coax out the trapped gas...

I thought,'Somehow I inherent father strong stomach that is stable on keeping large amounts or large size food in without bursting'

That thought brought a sense of pride and connection to my father. I realized that I had inherited his strong stomach, which allowed me to handle large amounts of food without any issues. It was a unique trait, and I felt grateful to have it.

But, as I looked down at my bloated belly, I couldn't help but think that this trait also came with its own set of challenges. Like now, when I was struggling to release the trapped gas.

I looked up at Father, who was still gently rubbing my belly. "Father, I think I understand now," I said, my voice filled with a newfound appreciation for my stomach. "I inherited your strong stomach, didn't I?"

Father smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "That's right, son. You've got a stomach that can handle just about anything."

Father is pressing down my belly, and a lot of gas released

As Father continued to press down on my belly, I felt a sudden release of pressure. A large amount of gas escaped from my stomach, and I let out a sigh of relief.

The feeling was almost instant. My belly, which had been tight and bloated just moments before, began to deflate. The discomfort and pain began to fade away, replaced by a sense of relief and relaxation.

I looked up at Father, who was smiling down at me. "Feel better, son?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded, still feeling a bit surprised by the sudden release of gas. "Yes, Father. Much better."

Father smiled and patted my belly, now much flatter and more comfortable. "Good, good," he said. "I'm glad that worked. You know, when I was a young dragon, I used to get gas all the time. My father would have to press on my belly just like I did with you."

I looked up at Father with interest. I loved hearing stories about his childhood. "Really, Father?" I asked. "What would happen when you got gas?"

Father chuckled. "Well, let's just say it was quite the spectacle. I would get so bloated and uncomfortable, and then...KABOOM! The gas would come out, and it would be so loud and smelly. My siblings would all laugh and tease me, but my father would just smile and say, 'Ah, it's just a little dragon gas, son.'"

Father spoke, "but Kaidën my older brother, seems very gluttony and still seems quite large amount of muscle mass. Hah"

Father's expression turned thoughtful, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. "Kaidën's always been a bit of an enigma, even to this day. He's powerful, don't get me wrong, but...he's not exactly the strongest dragon in our clan."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "You see, Kaidën's power is more...unpredictable. He's got a lot of natural ability, but he's never been one to follow the traditional paths. He's always done things his own way, and that's led to some...interesting results over the years."

Father chuckled. "That gluttonous dragon, my first friend, varkorus is his rival of eating contest he often called Kaidën and Cubby cheeks or fat dragon or glutton even know Kaidën is a bit muscle than him!" He chuckled

Father's chuckles turned into a full-blown laugh, his eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, the eating contests between Kaidën and Varkorus were the stuff of legend! Those two would go at it for hours, devouring entire feasts in a single sitting."

He wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling. "And poor Varkorus, he never stood a chance against Kaidën's bottomless stomach. Kaidën would always emerge victorious, leaving Varkorus in the dust. But Varkorus never gave up, and he'd always come back for more, earning him the right to tease Kaidën with nicknames like 'Cubby Cheeks' and 'Fat Dragon'."

I spoke, "So varkorus is your first friend?" Father nodded

Father's expression turned nostalgic, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Yes, Varkorus was my first friend, and we've been through thick and thin together. We met when we were just young dragons, and we quickly became inseparable."

Father chuckled, a fond glint in his eye. "Ah, yes, Varkorus was a bit of a handful, even back then. Always getting into trouble, making a mess, and leaving Kealith to clean up after him. But despite all the chaos he caused, Varkorus had a heart of gold, and Kealith...well, Kealith was the voice of reason in our little group."

He smiled, lost in thought for a moment. "I remember when we met Kealith, I was 16, and Varkorus was 14. Kealith was already 18, and he seemed so much older and wiser than us. But he took us under his wing, and the three of us became inseparable."

Father spoke, "Varkorus may be a muscle brain, but he knows a lot about the West continent area where we live. That is the only a few reasons why Kealith is still friends with him!"

Father's expression turned thoughtful, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. "And that's why, despite all the chaos he causes, Varkorus is still a valuable member of our little group. Kealith may roll his eyes at Varkorus's antics, but deep down, he respects him for his knowledge and his unwavering loyalty."

Father spoke, "Want to know about me?" I nodded

Father spoke, "I'm more like ambition and just like varkorus. I'm not that smart even too now!" He paused and continued explaining."Sometimes I get involved in varkorus Antic and Kealith trying to give me the right decision, but I sometimes ignore it"

I looked at Father with surprise, not expecting him to be so candid about his own strengths and weaknesses. "Really, Father?" I asked, intrigued.

Father nodded, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Yes, really. I've always been driven by my ambition, and sometimes that leads me to make reckless decisions. Varkorus and I, we're alike in that way. We're both passionate and impulsive, and that can get us into trouble."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "And Kealith, poor Kealith, he's always trying to rein us in, to get us to think things through before acting. But sometimes, I just can't help myself. I get caught up in the moment, and I ignore Kealith's advice."

Father spoke, "But I'm not the same amount of trouble making like varkorus, at least that what I'm telling myself"

I laughed at Father's comment, and he joined in, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, Father, I think it's safe to say that you're not as much of a troublemaker as Varkorus," I said with a grin. "But I'm sure Kealith would have a thing or two to say about that!"

Father chuckled "well I'd ment your mother when he was 2 years old, and it happened the same day on where I met Kealith!"

I look in surprise "Wait so that mean you met Mother when you were 16 years old?!" Father nodded

My eyes widened in surprise as I did the math in my head. "Whoa, Father, you were really young when you met Mother!" I exclaimed. Father nodded, a faraway look in his eyes, a soft smile on his face. "Yes, I was. It was a day that changed my life forever."

Father mumbled, "At least it doesn't look like I'm a wieldo"

I raised an eyebrow, confused by Father's comment. "A wieldo?" I repeated, not familiar with the term. Father looked at me, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Never mind, it's just an old expression. Let's just say I'm glad I didn't end up like some of the other young dragons who...ah, never mind."

I, looked at Father with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. My younger siblings, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, were all gathered around us, listening in on the conversation. Mother, Thyriatrix, sat nearby, a warm smile on her face as she watched our interaction.

Lyriath walked towards me and sat next to me and said "wait what happened to the young dragons?"

Lyriath looked at Father with curiosity. "Wait, what happened to the young dragons, Father? You said you were glad you didn't end up like them, but then you didn't finish what you were saying."

Pov Aetherius

I looked at Lyriath, my expression turning slightly serious. I hadn't intended to bring up that particular topic, but now that Lyriath had asked, I supposed it was only fair to explain. I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts before responding.

I thought,'But wait, shouldn't tell them what happened to the young dragons'

I hesitated, unsure if I should share the story with my children. It was a part of my past that I hadn't spoken much about, and I wasn't sure if they were ready to hear it. I glanced at Thyriatrix, my mate, seeking her guidance, but she just gave me a gentle nod, leaving the decision up to me.

And I answered with a few hesitated "Nothing, Lyriath...it's just...nothing," I said, my voice trailing off as I struggled to come up with a suitable explanation. I didn't want to lie to my children, but I also didn't want to reveal too much about my past. I hoped that Lyriath would drop the subject, but his curious gaze told me that he wasn't going to let it go that easily.

I thought about what happened to the young dragons

Memories that I had long suppressed began to resurface, and I felt a pang of discomfort. I remembered the young dragons who had gotten caught up in the thrill of exploring the unknown, only to succumb to the dangers that lurked in the shadows. I recalled the reckless abandon with which they had pursued their desires, disregarding the warnings and advice of their elders. And I remembered the tragic consequences that had befallen them...

Pov Tharros

I watched Father's expression, noticing the faintest hint of sadness and concern etched on his face. It was clear that whatever had happened to the young dragons, it was something that still weighed heavily on his mind. I felt a pang of curiosity, wondering what secrets Father was keeping hidden. Lyriath, sensing my gaze, turned to me and raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if I knew what was going on. I shook my head, and we both turned our attention back to Father, waiting for him to continue.

I spoke, "I think it is done talking about your past may be talk about what else kind of dragons in the clan since me and you and all of us are western dragons so"

Father's expression changed, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Ah, yes, of course, Tharros. There's much to talk about when it comes to our clan and the different types of dragons that live among us." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "As you know, we are Western dragons, but within our clan, there are several different sub-groups, each with their own unique characteristics and traits."

"For example," Father said, "there are the Aerodrakons, who are known for their incredible speed and agility in the air. And then there are the Terradrakons, who possess immense strength and are skilled at navigating the earth and stone." He glanced around at my siblings and me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "And of course, there are the Aquadrakons, who are at home in the water and possess the ability to breathe underwater."

Father spoke "well those kind of dragons are not impressive since all dragons' elements and abilities are random, like their scales color is from their elements or environment or whatever!"

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Father's statement. "Really? I didn't know that, Father," I said, looking at Lyriath and Tharros, who seemed just as surprised as I was. "So, you're saying that our elements and abilities are randomly assigned, and that's why some dragons have certain powers or scale colors?" I asked, seeking clarification.

Father spoke "well Lyriath scales was navy blue until you burn his scales out of anger by jumpscared you, and good thing we were nearby a waterfall, but his scales were damaged so you and your mother and Lyriath went to a special spring to heal his scales, but it end up turn his scales into dark and blood-red color!"

My eyes widened in surprise, and I looked at Lyriath with a mix of shock and amusement. "Whoa, I had forgotten about that! I was so scared when Lyriath jumpscared me that I accidentally burned his navy-blue scales," I said, chuckling at the memory. I turned to Father, "And I remember the special spring! Mother said it was a magical place that could heal even the most damaged scales." I looked at Lyriath again, "But I guess it had an unexpected effect on his scales, turning them dark and blood-red."

I said, looking at Lyriath with a hint of remorse, "Sorry about what I did to you, Lyriath." But Lyriath just smiled and shook his head, his expression forgiving. "It's okay, Tharros. I know you didn't mean to burn my scales. And besides, I think my new scales are kind of cool," he said, his voice light and teasing. I smiled back at him, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

Lyriath spoke, "and I feel stronger of when my scales was navy-blue although I still have some navy-blue on me and it have a not bad pattern on me!"

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, your new scales do look pretty cool, Lyriath. And I'm glad to hear that you feel stronger too." I glanced at the navy-blue patterns on Lyriath's scales, admiring the unique design. "The way the dark and blood-red colors mix with the navy-blue is actually really striking. You're like a one-of-a-kind dragon," I said, grinning at my brother.

Father spoke, "To be fair, I never see a dragon that had a dark and blood-red color scales with a bit of navy-blue on it." he chuckled

I laughed along with Father, amused by his comment. "Yeah, Lyriath's definitely one of a kind, even among our own clan," I said, smiling at my brother. Lyriath seemed to be enjoying the attention, his chest puffed out slightly as he struck a pose, showing off his unique scales.

Lyriath spoke, "There is a high chance that I might forget that my scales were a full-on navy-blue"

I raised an eyebrow, teasingly saying, "Oh, Lyriath, you're already forgetting your roots!" Father chuckled, and Lyriath playfully rolled his eyes, his expression mock-offended. "Hey, it's not my fault! It's just that my new scales are so awesome, they're making me forget about the old ones," Lyriath said with a grin.

Father spoke, "I guess that is enough chitchatting for now! And it's is before noon now, so"

Father trailed off, but I knew what he was getting at. "So, it's time for training!" I exclaimed, my excitement growing. Lyriath nodded in agreement, and we both looked at Father expectantly. "That's right, boys," Father said with a smile. "Today we're going to work on your aerial combat skills. Let's head to the training grounds!"