Fish problem
I looked up at my father, and he smiled at me. My mother, Thyriatrix, was already up and about, her scales glinting in the morning light as she busied herself with some task. I yawned again, feeling a bit more awake, and my father said, "How about some breakfast, Tharros?"
Father spoke, "I will feed you Tharros a behemoth cub and Lyriath and Vyraxys and Nyxoria and Lyrixa and Kaidorix are eating a big fish!" I thought 'another stomach pain'
I groaned inwardly, already dreading the meal. Behemoth cubs were always so rich and heavy, and I knew that eating one would likely leave me with a stomachache. Why did Father always insist on feeding me those? I thought, feeling a bit miserable at the prospect of another painful meal.
I thought,'Why does father always feed me big food? is he planning something?'
A shiver ran down my spine as I considered the possibility. Father always said that I needed to eat well to grow strong, but lately, I'd been wondering if there was more to it than that. Was he preparing me for something? Something big? I looked up at Father, searching for answers, but his expression was as calm and reassuring as ever.
Father spoke "Oh right if you are wondering why I keep giving you big size food is for making you stronger in the future!" He left and fly of
I watched as Father spread his wings and took to the sky, feeling a mix of emotions. I was relieved that my suspicions had been confirmed, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. Stronger for the future? What did Father have planned for me? I looked around, wondering when the behemoth cub would arrive, and what the day would bring.
Mother sight is concerned since he has been giving me big size food for months or years now
Mother's expression turned thoughtful, her brow furrowed in concern. "Months... or even years, Aetherius has been feeding you such large portions," she said, her voice laced with a hint of worry. "I'm not sure what he's preparing you for, Tharros, but I hope you're able to handle it." She paused, studying me intently. "You're still so young... I just want to make sure you're okay."
Mother spoke "you only a 2 years old right now"
I nodded, feeling a bit small and vulnerable. Two years old seemed so young, especially when I thought about the massive meals Father had been feeding me. I looked up at Mother, seeking reassurance, and she gently nuzzled me with her snout.
"Don't worry, little one," she whispered. "I'll make sure you're okay. Your father means well, but sometimes I think he forgets how small you still are." She paused, glancing around cautiously before continuing in a softer tone, "Between you and me, Tharros, I think your father might be pushing you a bit too hard. But we'll keep an eye on things, and make sure you stay safe and healthy."
Mother spoke, "Your father do, in fact, love you so much even if to sacrifice your mental health and well-being!"
I felt a pang in my chest, and my eyes widened slightly as I processed Mother's words. Sacrifice my mental health and well-being? That sounded so... serious. I looked up at Mother, searching for reassurance, but her expression was grim. "He just wants what's best for you, Tharros," she continued, "even if it means pushing you to your limits. But sometimes, I worry that he forgets that you're still just a child..."
Mother spoke, "I feel like he is planning something he is ambitious and respected the clan, and he is curious sometimes!"
I nodded slowly, taking in Mother's words. Ambitious and respected in the clan... that sounded like Father, all right. And curious... I remembered the way he would sometimes stare off into the distance, his eyes gleaming with a far-off intensity. What was he thinking about, when he looked like that? And what did it have to do with me?
As the story has unfolded, it's become clear that Aetherius, Tharros' father, is a complex and ambitious dragon. His tendency to stare off into the distance suggests that he's often lost in thought, contemplating something that's weighing heavily on his mind.
It's likely that Aetherius is thinking about the future of their clan, and possibly even the entire dragon world. As a respected and ambitious dragon, he might be envisioning a new era of peace and prosperity, or perhaps he's concerned about potential threats to their way of life.
Aetherius' curiosity is probably driven by his desire to explore the unknown, to discover new secrets, and to push the boundaries of what's possible. As a dragon, he's naturally inclined to be curious and inquisitive, and his ambition only fuels this curiosity further.
It's also possible that Aetherius is thinking about Tharros' own destiny, and the role he might play in shaping the future of their clan. As a father, Aetherius wants the best for his son, and he might be contemplating ways to prepare Tharros for the challenges that lie ahead.
Just then, a loud roar echoed outside, followed by the sound of scuttling feet. Mother's ears perked up, and she nodded. "Ah, right on time. Your behemoth cub has arrived, Tharros." She smiled, though her eyes still held a hint of concern. "Go ahead, eat up. You'll need your strength."
Father returned and brought the massive to my younger siblings' fish , brought me a behemoth cub and went outside, and stared off into the distance
I watched as Father handed out the food, his movements efficient and practiced. My younger siblings, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, all cheered and dug in to their massive fish, their scales shimmering with excitement. Meanwhile, I approached the behemoth cub, its massive body sprawled out before me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the meal ahead.
As I began to eat, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Father, who had stepped outside and was once again staring off into the distance. His eyes seemed to be gazing at something far away, his expression lost in thought. I wondered what he was thinking about, and what was driving his ambition and curiosity.
The behemoth cub's meat was rich and flavorful, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. I kept glancing at Father, who was still standing outside, lost in thought. Mother was watching him too, her expression a mixture of concern and understanding.
As I continued eating, I started to feel a familiar discomfort in my stomach. The behemoth cub's meat was just too much for me, and I knew I'd be paying the price later. I slowed down my eating, hoping to ease the discomfort, but it was too late. The stomachache had already begun, and I knew it would only get worse.
I know father is not the type of dragon to let his offspring westing food
I swallowed hard, knowing that Father would not be pleased if I didn't finish my meal. He was a firm believer in not wasting food, and he expected his offspring to be grateful for what they were given. I took a deep breath and forced myself to continue eating, despite the growing discomfort in my stomach. I knew that Father would be watching, and I didn't want to disappoint him.
As I continued eating, my stomach hurt badly. I placed my claws on my belly, and it hurt so much
I winced in pain, my scales feeling tight and uncomfortable. My stomach was churning and burning, and I could feel the behemoth cub's meat sitting heavy and un digestible inside me. I doubled over, my claws pressing into my belly as I tried to ease the pain. It was no use, though - the discomfort only seemed to be getting worse. I let out a soft whimper, feeling miserable and nauseous.
I gazed at the behemoth cub's massive body, and my heart sank. Only 83% remaining? That meant I still had a long way to go before I finished the meal. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, my stomach protesting the thought of consuming even more of the rich, heavy meat. But I knew I had to keep going - Father would expect nothing less. I steeled myself and took another bite, trying to push through the discomfort and finish the meal.
Mother looks at me. She knows she can't do anything about it and all she can do is watch
Mother's eyes met mine, and I could see the concern and sympathy there. She knew how much I was struggling, and she wanted to help, but she also knew that she couldn't intervene. Father's rules were clear, and she had to respect them. All she could do was watch as I suffered through the meal, her expression a mask of quiet worry and helplessness.
I felt like I was going to burst, my stomach straining against the massive amount of food I'd already consumed. The pain was intense, a sharp, stabbing sensation that made me want to curl up and hide. And yet, I still had 79% of the behemoth cub left to eat. The thought was almost too much to bear. I felt my scales trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I was at my limit, and I didn't know how much more I could take.
I spoke, "Mother.....I....think....I'm....about...to....explode"
Mother's eyes widened in alarm, and she took a step closer to me, her voice low and urgent. "Tharros, hang in there, okay? Just try to...try to finish the meal. Father will be back soon, and...and maybe he'll see that you're struggling." She paused, her gaze darting nervously towards the entrance, as if she feared Father's return. "Just try, Tharros. For me, okay?"
Mother's gaze drifted towards the entrance, and her expression turned worried. She knew that Father was outside, lost in thought once again, staring off into the distance. She seemed to be thinking that even if Father did return, he might not even notice my distress, too caught up in his own thoughts and ambitions. Her eyes filled with a deep concern, and she whispered, "Tharros, I'm so sorry. I wish I could do something to help you."
Pov Thyriatrix
I stood outside, my scales glistening in the fading light of day. My eyes were fixed on the horizon, my mind consumed by thoughts of the future. I could feel the weight of my ambitions bearing down upon me, the desire to explore the unknown, to discover new secrets, and to push the boundaries of what was thought possible.
As I stood there, lost in thought, I was vaguely aware of the sounds of my family behind me. My mate, Lyraea, was no doubt watching over our young ones, ensuring their safety and well-being. And Tharros, my eldest son, was... Ah, yes, Tharros was struggling to finish his meal. I had chosen a behemoth cub for him, a challenging but necessary test of his strength and resolve.
But my mind was not on Tharros, nor on my family, at this moment. My thoughts were consumed by the mysteries of the universe, by the secrets that lay hidden beyond the horizon. I felt an insatiable hunger to explore, to discover, and to push the boundaries of what was thought possible. And I knew that I would stop at nothing to achieve my goals.
I go to Aetherius and said, "Sometimes I worry that you forget that Tharros is still a child!"
Aetherius slowly turned to face me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered my words. For a moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable.
Then, in a low, measured tone, he spoke, "Tharros is a young dragon, yes. But he is also the future of our clan. The future of our clan depends on his ability to lead, to adapt, and to overcome challenges. I will not coddle him, Thyriatrix. I will prepare him for the trials that lie ahead." His gaze drifted back to the horizon.
his eyes burning with an inner fire. "The world is not a gentle place, Thyriatrix. And I will not raise a son who is ill-equipped to face its challenges." I spoke."Oh wow, the one saying that is an idiot dragon and a father wow!"
Aetherius spoke "Ok I can't complain that"
I couldn't help but laugh at Aetherius' unexpected response. "Well, I suppose that's one way to acknowledge criticism," I said, chuckling. Aetherius turned back to me, a hint of a smile on his face. "Indeed. I am not perfect, Thyriatrix. And I am willing to listen to those who would point out my flaws." He paused, his expression turning serious once again. "But make no mistake, I will do what I believe is best for Tharros, and for our clan. Even if it means being...an idiot dragon and a father, as you so eloquently put it."
Pov Tharros
I lay on the ground, my stomach still churning from the massive meal I had struggled to finish. I could hear Mother and Father talking outside, their voices low and serious. I didn't have the energy to listen to what they were saying, but I knew it was about me. Father's expectations, Mother's worries...it was all so overwhelming.
I closed my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I just wanted to rest, to forget about the pain and the struggle. But even as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I couldn't escape Father's ambitions for me. I was destined for greatness, or so he kept telling me. But at what cost?
Father isn't usually like this. He's always been a bit...distracted, I suppose. Lost in his own thoughts and dreams. But when it comes to feeding me, he's always been...extreme. Like, remember that time he brought home a massive Grombleux? I was so young, but I'll never forget the way he just dumped it in front of me and expected me to eat it all. And now, with the behemoth cub...it's like he's trying to prove something. But what, I have no idea.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I was still trying to process why Father was being so... intense. Was it really just about preparing me for the future, or was there something more to it? I looked around, hoping to find some answers, but all I saw was the usual familiar sights of our home. Mother was watching me from a distance, a concerned expression on her face. I knew she was worried about me, but I also knew she wouldn't intervene. Not when it came to Father's decisions.
I stared at the behemoth cub, my eyes wide with dismay. 79% remaining? It seemed impossible. I felt like I'd already eaten a mountain, and yet...and yet there was still so much left. My stomach groaned in protest, feeling like it was stretched to its limits. I couldn't believe Father expected me to finish this monstrous meal. It was like he wanted me to burst, to explode from eating too much. I felt a wave of panic wash over me, and I didn't know how much more I could take.
I let out a loud, pained grunt, my stomach muscles contracting in agony. The sound echoed through the cave, and I could sense Mother's concern growing. She took a step closer to me, her eyes filled with worry. "Tharros, oh no...are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. But I couldn't respond. I was too busy trying to cope with the excruciating pain in my stomach. It felt like it was going to split open at any moment.
I spoke in a strained, pained tone, each word feeling like a struggle to get out. "My...stomach...hurt...so...much...and...I...don't...know...if...I...can...handle..." My voice trailed off, and I doubled over, clutching my stomach in agony. Mother rushed to my side, her expression frantic with worry. "Tharros, oh no, I have to get you some help. This is too much for you." But I knew Father wouldn't agree. He'd just tell me to keep eating, to push through the pain.
Mother spoke "Oh screw this! I'm telling your father about this! He should know that his own son is in a lot of pain all because of him!" She looks at her father, who is still staring at the distance
Mother's voice was trembling with anger and worry as she stormed over to Father. "Aetherius, snap out of it!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp. "Your son is suffering because of your ridiculous expectations! Tharros is in agony, and it's all because of that monstrous meal you forced on him!" Father slowly turned to face Mother, his expression still distant, but a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. "What...?" he began, but Mother cut him off. "Don't 'what' me, Aetherius! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Tharros is hurting, and it's your fault!"
Pov Aetherius
I blinked slowly, my gaze focusing on Thyriatrix's angry face. For a moment, I was taken aback by her outburst. I hadn't realized...I hadn't considered that Tharros might be in so much pain. I looked over at my son, seeing the anguish etched on his face, and a pang of guilt struck me. Had I pushed him too far? I thought I was preparing him for the challenges of being a dragon, but...but maybe I was wrong. Thyriatrix's words cut through my thoughts, and I felt a surge of defensiveness. But as I looked at Tharros, I knew I couldn't justify my actions. Not this time.
Pov Tharros
I lay there, watching as Mother and Father exchanged words. I could see the anger and worry etched on Mother's face, and the guilt and uncertainty on Father's. I felt a small sense of relief that Mother was standing up for me, but at the same time, I just wanted the pain to stop. I groaned again, feeling like I was going to burst. Mother rushed over to me, her voice soft and soothing. "Tharros, I'm so sorry. I'm going to help you get comfortable, okay? Maybe we can find a way to make you feel better." She gently nudged me with her snout, trying to help me shift into a more comfortable position. I nodded weakly, feeling a tiny bit of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this nightmare would soon be over.
Father thinks and says, "I can do rubbing like almost all those times when you have a stomach ache, but it will fill your stomach with gas, which most likely won't come out that easy!"
Mother spoke, "Aetherius Tharros is literally in his breakpoint. Don't you dare rub his belly he will explode!"
I groaned again, feeling like I was going to burst at any moment. Father's suggestion sounded like it would only make things worse, and I was relieved when Mother shot it down. "Aether...please," she continued, her voice firm but urgent. "We need to get him to vomit. Now. Before it's too late." Father's eyes widened in alarm, and he nodded hastily. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll...I'll help him. But how to make a hatchling vormit? What just sticking my claws in his throat?"
I felt a jolt of fear at Father's words, and I tried to squirm away from him. Mother's voice was firm and commanding. "Aetherius, no! Not like that. You'll hurt him. Remember when Tharros was a tiny hatchling and he ate that bad piece of meat? I had to use the gentle press on his throat to help him bring it back up." Father's eyes lit up with understanding, and he nodded. "Ah, yes...the gentle press. I remember now." He carefully positioned his claws, and I felt a gentle, firm pressure on my throat. I gagged, and a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the pressure build in my stomach. Maybe, just maybe, I was going to make it through this after all.
I felt a surge of panic as I vomited up the massive meal, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of relief as the pressure in my stomach began to ease. But then I saw the blood, mixed in with the partially digested food, and my heart sank. Mother's voice was tight with worry. "Aetherius, he's vomiting blood. We need to get him healed, now." She began to glow with a soft, blue light, and I felt her healing magic wash over me. Father's face was grim, but he nodded in relief. "Thyriatrix, can you...?" Mother nodded, her eyes locked on mine. "I've got him, Aetherius. Just keep him calm." I felt her magic coursing through me, soothing my torn stomach and stopping the bleeding. I let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of gratitude towards Mother. She was always there to take care of me, no matter what.
I spoke, "I think my stomach is torn from that vomit." I grunted in pain
Mother's expression turned even more worried, and she leaned in closer to examine my stomach. "Let me take a look, Tharros," she said softly. She gently probed my stomach with her claws, and I winced in pain. "Yes, it's torn," she confirmed. "But don't worry, I can fix it." She closed her eyes, focused her magic, and began to chant softly. A warm, soothing light emanated from her claws, and I felt my stomach begin to mend. The pain slowly receded, replaced by a sense of relief and comfort. Father watched anxiously, his eyes fixed on me. "Is...is he going to be okay?" he asked Mother, his voice laced with concern.
Mother shouted, "JUST KNOW THAT YOU STARTED IT! AETHERIUS!"
Father took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise at Mother's outburst. He looked guilty, his ears folding back in a sheepish gesture. "I...I know, Thyriatrix. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far." He paused, then added, "I just wanted to help Tharros become stronger." Mother's expression softened slightly, but her voice was still firm. "You need to think before you act, Aetherius. Tharros is still a hatchling. He can't handle the same things you can."
Mother's eyes blazed with anger as she gazed at Father, her healing magic still flowing into me. "You're going to be lucky if Tharros forgives you for this, Aetherius," she spat, her voice venomous. "Feeding him that behemoth cub was reckless and irresponsible. What were you thinking?" Father looked taken aback by Mother's fury, his eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and surprise. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but Mother cut him off. "No, don't even try to justify it. You need to apologize to Tharros and promise to be more careful in the future."
Pov Aetherius
I felt a pang of guilt and regret as I gazed at Thyriatrix's angry face. I knew I had gone too far, and now Tharros was paying the price. I looked down at my son, who was still recovering from the ordeal, and felt a deep sense of remorse. I had been so blinded by my desire to make Tharros strong that I had forgotten to consider his well-being. Thyriatrix was right - I had been reckless and irresponsible. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the apology I knew I had to make. "Tharros, son...I'm sorry," I began, my voice rough with emotion. "I was wrong to feed you that behemoth cub. I promise to be more careful in the future, to think of your needs before my own desires." I looked up at Thyriatrix, hoping she would see the sincerity in my eyes.
I watched with concern as Tharros struggled to stand up, his legs wobbly and unsteady. He stumbled and almost fell, but managed to catch himself just in time. I felt a surge of guilt and worry, knowing that I had pushed him too far. Thyriatrix rushed to his side, nuzzling him gently with her snout. "Easy, Tharros. Take your time. You're still recovering." I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that Thyriatrix was there to support our son. I took a step forward, wanting to help, but Thyriatrix gave me a warning glance. I hesitated, knowing that I needed to give Tharros space.
I walked towards tharros even closer, and when I got there, he was nuzzling my front right claws
I felt a warmth in my heart as Tharros nuzzled my front right claws, seeking comfort and reassurance. I gently wrapped my claws around him, holding him close as he leaned against me. Thyriatrix watched us, her expression softening as she saw Tharros seeking solace in my presence. I looked down at Tharros, my eyes filled with regret and apology. "I'm so sorry, son," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I promise to do better, to be more careful and considerate of your needs." Tharros looked up at me, his eyes cloudy with exhaustion, but also with a deep trust and love. He nuzzled my claws again, and I knew that he forgave me.
Pov Tharros
I nuzzled Father's front right claws, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me. I was still feeling a bit shaky from the whole ordeal, but being close to Father made me feel better. I looked up at him, seeing the regret and apology in his eyes. I knew he was sorry, and I forgave him. I was just glad that he was being more careful now, and that Mother was there to take care of me. I snuggled deeper into Father's claws, feeling his warmth and protection envelop me. I was safe, and that's all that mattered.
As I snuggled deeper into Father's claws, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The morning sunlight streaming through the cave entrance cast a warm glow over everything, and I felt my spirits lift. I looked up at Father, seeing the relief and love in his eyes. "I'm okay, Father," I said, my voice still a bit shaky. Father smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad to hear that, son," he said, his voice warm with affection. Mother watched us, a soft smile on her face. "Let's get you fed, Tharros," she said. "Something light, to settle your stomach." I nodded, feeling a bit hungry now that the crisis had passed.
As Mother suggested, we headed to a quiet, sheltered spot where I could rest and recover. Father led the way, with Mother and I following closely behind. My younger siblings, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, all stayed back, sensing that I needed some quiet time.
We settled into a cozy little nook, surrounded by soothing, calming energies. Mother gently nudged me with her snout, concern etched on her face. "How are you feeling, Tharros? Are you in pain?" I shook my head, still feeling a bit tender from the ordeal. "I'm okay, Mother. Just a bit sore." Father nodded, his albino scales seeming to glow in the soft light. "We'll get you all fixed up, son. Don't worry."
Father spoke, "i will get Tharros something to eat, and it is something that is light to settle your stomach!"
I nodded weakly, feeling a small spark of hunger ignite in my belly. Mother nuzzled me gently, her light green scales a soothing presence. "That sounds like a good idea, Aetherius. Something light and easy to digest would be perfect for Tharros right now." Father nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I'll go catch some of those small, freshwater fish that Tharros loves. They're gentle on the stomach and should help him feel better." He turned to leave, but not before giving me a gentle, reassuring nuzzle.
A few minutes later, he came back, and there was no fish before we got to say anything he said it first "So hah, I can't find any freshwater fish that is small, so" he smiled nervously
Mother tries to hide her anger. "And what did you get and how big?" Father answered "well it a freshwater fish just uhhhh. " he paused
I raised an eyebrow, sensing that Father was hesitating for a reason. Mother's expression was stern, her light green scales seeming to darken with annoyance. "Aetherius, how big is the fish?" she asked, her voice firm but controlled. Father took a deep breath before answering, "It's...a bit larger than I intended. But I promise, Tharros, it's still a gentle fish, and I'll make sure to prepare it in a way that's easy on your stomach." He paused again, looking at Mother before adding, "It's a...a medium-sized trout." Mother is shocked since midium-size trout is like 27-43 meters
Mother's eyes widened in shock, her light green scales seeming to pale in alarm. "Aetherius, are you out of your mind?!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "A medium-sized trout is...is enormous! How do you expect Tharros to eat that? He's still recovering from his injuries!" She took a step forward, her claws extended in agitation. "What were you thinking, bringing back a fish that's almost as long as our cave is wide?!"
Father spoke "well at least it not as big as a behemoth cub!" He smiled nervously and brought the medium-size trout, and it is a 41 meters long
I stared in awe as Father dragged the massive trout into view, its enormous body stretching out for 41 meters. Mother's expression turned from shock to outrage, her light green scales flashing with anger. "Aetherius, that's not funny!" she snapped, her voice sharp with annoyance. "This is exactly the kind of thing that could make Tharros' condition worse, not better!" She turned to me, concern etched on her face. "Tharros, don't worry, we'll figure something out. This...this monstrosity is not going anywhere near your stomach."
Father spoke, "Do you want me to cut it smaller?"
Mother threw up her claws in exasperation. "Cut it smaller?! Aetherius, that's not the point! The point is that this fish is enormous and completely unsuitable for Tharros' current state. Cutting it smaller won't make it any more digestible for him." She shook her head, her light green scales glinting with frustration. "What we need is something small and gentle, not a...a behemoth of a fish like this."
Father spoke "well I tried to find a smaller freshwater fish, and this is the smallest one I can find, and I don't think a land animal will make a small difference!"
Mother's expression turned skeptical, her light green scales seeming to darken with doubt. "The smallest one you can find?" she repeated, her voice incredulous. "A 41-meter-long trout is the smallest freshwater fish you can find? Aetherius, that's...that's absurd!" She shook her head, her claws clicking in annoyance. "I think you need to try harder, or maybe look in a different location. There must be smaller fish available somewhere."
Father spoke "well I did go at umm 20 km diameter area to find this fish" Mother's expression turned from skeptical to stunned, her light green scales seeming to pale in shock. "20 km diameter area?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aetherius, that's...that's an enormous area! If you couldn't find a smaller fish in a region that large, then...then I don't know what to say." She shook her head, her claws limp in amazement. "I think we need to accept that finding a small freshwater fish might be more challenging than we thought."
Father spoke, "So cutting the fish is an option?" Mother slammed her claws on her face she already told him it was not the point and that it could make it any more digestible for me
Mother's eyes flashed with frustration, her light green scales seeming to glow with annoyance. "Aetherius, I already told you that cutting the fish is not the solution!" she exclaimed, her voice firm but exasperated. "It's not about making the fish smaller, it's about finding something that's gentle on Tharros' stomach. Cutting a 41-meter-long trout into smaller pieces won't magically make it easier to digest!" She threw up her claws in frustration, clearly at her wit's end.
Father spoke "ohhh why didn't you tell me?" Mother spoke."I don't want to talk about it!"
Mother turned her back on Father, her light green scales seeming to darken with annoyance. The air was thick with tension as she stood there, her claws clenched into fists. Father looked taken aback, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. He took a step forward, as if to try and comfort Mother, but she raised a hand, warning him off. The silence that followed was oppressive, with only the sound of my own labored breathing breaking the stillness.
Father spoke "Look it was hard to get this alright, and a trout is not easy to find too!"
Mother's back stiffened, her light green scales seeming to bristle with indignation. She slowly turned to face Father, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think I don't know how hard it is to find a trout?" she spat, her voice low and venomous. "You think I don't appreciate the effort you put into finding one? But that's not the point! The point is that you brought back a fish that's completely unsuitable for Tharros' condition. And now you're just making excuses?" Her voice rose, her anger and frustration boiling over.
Father took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise at Mother's outburst. "I-I was just trying to help," he stammered, his voice defensive. Mother's expression didn't soften, her anger still simmering just below the surface. "Help?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You call this helping? Bringing back a fish that's almost as long as our cave is wide?" She shook her head, her light green scales glinting with disgust. "You need to think about Tharros' needs, not just go off and try to find the biggest fish you can." Father looked crestfallen, his ears folding back in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Father mumbled, "I literally said this is the smallest fish I can find"
Mother's expression turned from anger to incredulity, her light green scales seeming to pale in shock. "The smallest fish you can find?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "A 41-meter-long trout is the smallest fish you can find?" She stared at Father, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Aetherius, what kind of fishing spots are you visiting? The deepest, most monstrous parts of the ocean?" Her voice rose, her incredulity turning to outrage. "How can you expect me to believe that this...this leviathan is the smallest fish you can find?"
Mother landed back in the cave, her wings beating slowly as she settled in beside the massive trout Father had caught earlier. She looked at him, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment, as she gestured to the enormous 42-meter tuna she had brought back. Father raised an eyebrow, a smug expression spreading across his face. "Soooo?" he repeated, his voice dripping with "I told you so". Mother let out a deep sigh, her light green scales seeming to darken with annoyance. "Fine," she muttered, "I couldn't find a smaller fish. Are you happy now?" Father nodded and giggled
Mother shot Father a withering look, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "It's not funny, Aetherius," she said, her voice stern. "We still have to figure out how to feed Tharros. Neither of these...monstrosities is suitable for him." Father's grin faltered, and he looked at Mother with a more serious expression. "I know, I know," he said, "but at least we can agree that finding a small fish is...challenging." Mother sighed, her expression softening slightly. "Yes, it seems that way." Mother spoke, "and the main thing is why are these fish is this big?!"
Father's expression turned thoughtful, and he scratched his chin. "That's a good question," he said. "I've never seen fish this size before. It's as if...they're mutated or something." Mother's eyes widened in alarm, her light green scales seeming to pale. "Mutated?" she repeated. "What could cause that?" Father shook his head. "I don't know, but we need to be careful. If the fish are this big, who knows what other dangers are lurking in the water?"
Father spoke, "I did get information a week ago is that this year is that the fish are evolving to be this big!"
Mother's eyes went wide with surprise, her light green scales seeming to shimmer with alarm. "Evolving?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean, this is a natural process? The fish are actually growing to this size on their own?" Father nodded, his expression serious. "That's what I was told. Apparently, it's some kind of adaptation to the changing environment. But I have to admit, I didn't think it would be this extreme." Mother looked stunned, her gaze drifting to the massive trout and tuna lying before them. "This changes everything," she muttered, her voice filled with concern.
Father laughed. "Oh boy, Tharros, your stomach will get torture now!" He laughed so hard
I let out a weak groan, my stomach already churning at the thought of trying to digest one of those massive fish. Mother shot Father a stern look, her expression unamused. "Aetherius, this is not funny," she scolded, her voice firm. "Tharros' health is at stake here. We need to find a solution, not make jokes about it." Father's laughter slowly died down, and he looked at Mother with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, sorry," he muttered, still chuckling slightly. "I just couldn't help it." Father laughed even harder
Mother's expression turned from stern to furious, her light green scales seeming to darken with anger. "Aetherius, stop it!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the cave walls. "This is not a laughing matter! Tharros needs our help, and you're over here laughing like a fool!" Father's laughter finally began to subside, replaced by a look of chagrin. He wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling slightly. "Sorry, sorry," he repeated, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I just...can't help it."
Father spoke "and I don't think there are land animals that can be OK for Tharros recovering stomach because I also see that there are so many big creatures no deer no wolf no anything that can help up Tharros!" He laughed
Mother's face turned red with rage, her light green scales seeming to glow with anger. "That's it, Aetherius!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the cave walls. "I've had enough of your laughter! Tharros is suffering, and you're over here laughing and making jokes! What's wrong with you?" Father's laughter finally stopped, replaced by a look of shock and fear. He took a step back, his eyes wide with alarm. "I-I'm sorry, dear," he stammered, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I didn't mean to upset you."
Aetherius spoke "sorry Tharros didn't mean to laugh at your current condition . Also, what about my 42-meter trout and your 41-meter tuna?"
I groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Father, please...just focus on finding something I can eat, okay? And as for the trout and tuna...I don't think either of those are going to work." Mother shot Father a stern look. "Aetherius, we need to think of something else. These fish are not an option. We need to find something smaller, something that Tharros can actually digest." Father nodded, looking chastened. "Right, right. I'll go look again. Maybe I can find something smaller this time."
He left, and 30 minutes later, he came back with a 49-meter sword fish, and he laughed
Mother's face turned purple with rage, her light green scales seeming to glow with fury. "AETHERIUS!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the cave walls. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WE NEED SOMETHING SMALLER, NOT BIGGER!" Father's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Mother with a sheepish expression. "Oops?" he ventured, his voice trembling slightly. I just facepalmed, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. "Father...seriously?"
Father spoke "Look I tried. You know that to dear, this is actually the smallest one I can find now!"
Mother's expression turned from rage to incredulity, her eyes wide with shock. "The smallest one you can find?!" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "A 49-meter swordfish is the smallest one you can find?!" Father nodded, his expression completely serious. "I'm afraid so, dear. I've been searching for 30 minutes, and this is the smallest one I could find. I think it's safe to say that the fish in the ocean have... grown significantly."
Mother's eyes remained wide with shock, her gaze fixed on the massive 49-meter swordfish lying before them. She seemed to be struggling to wrap her head around the sheer scale of the fish. "Significantly?" she repeated, her voice still barely above a whisper. "That's an understatement. This is...this is absurd." Father nodded in agreement, his expression still serious. "I know, dear. I've never seen anything like it. It's as if the entire ocean has undergone some kind of...mutation." He laughed again
Mother's expression turned back to rage, her eyes flashing with anger. "AETHERIUS, STOP LAUGHING!" she thundered, her voice echoing off the cave walls. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY! THARROS IS STARVING AND WE CAN'T FIND ANYTHING FOR HIM TO EAT!" Father's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Mother with a sheepish expression. "Sorry, dear. I just...can't help it. It's just so...absurd."
Father spoke, "Is either my 41-meter trout or yours 42-meter tuna or my 49-meter sword fish!"
Mother threw up her hands in exasperation. "NO, AETHERIUS! NONE OF THOSE OPTIONS ARE GOING TO WORK! WE NEED SOMETHING SMALLER, NOT BIGGER!" I chimed in, feeling frustrated. "Father, please...just listen to Mother. We need something we can actually eat, not something that's going to make our stomachs explode." Father looked at us, still seeming to not understand the problem. "But...but I thought you were hungry?" I spoke "I am!"
Father's face lit up with a smile. "Well, in that case, let's have a feast! We can start with the 49-meter swordfish, and then move on to the 42-meter tuna, and finish off with the 41-meter trout!" Mother facepalmed, looking like she was about to lose her patience. "Aetherius, stop. Just stop."
I spoke "Father don't tell me all those fish are what I have to eat now!"
Father's expression turned sheepish, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, Tharros...I'm afraid so. I've looked everywhere, and those are the smallest fish I could find. I know it's not ideal, but...well, you're a growing boy, and you need to eat something!" Mother shot Father a look, and then turned to me with a sympathetic expression. "Don't worry, Tharros. We'll figure something out. We just need to...think outside the box, I suppose."
I thought,'My stomach was torn and got healed by Mother healing magic, and my stomach is still recovering, and I'm stuck these damn fish'
I let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and despair. "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "I'm stuck with a stomach that's still recovering, and the only food options I have are these...these monstrosities." I glanced over at the massive fish, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. "How am I supposed to eat those? It's like trying to swallow a small island."
Father spoke, "So let start with the 49-meter sword fish and 42-meter tuna and 41-meter trout!"
I looked at Father, horrified. "NO! Father, are you kidding me?! Those fish are enormous! My stomach is still recovering, and you want me to eat...that?!" Mother stepped in, placing a calming hand on my shoulder. "Aetherius, stop. Tharros can't eat those fish. We need to find something smaller, something that won't hurt him." Father looked crestfallen, but Mother's firm tone brooked no argument.
Father looked crestfallen, but Mother's firm tone brooked no argument. "But...but I thought I was helping," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Mother sighed, her expression softening. "I know you were trying to help, Aetherius. But we need to think about Tharros's health right now. Those fish are just too big."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "Thanks, Mother. I don't think I could have handled eating one of those...giants."
Father looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face lit up with a new idea. "I've got it! I'll just go catch something smaller then!"
Mother and I exchanged a skeptical look. "Father, what are you going to catch?" I asked, trying to hide my doubts.
Father grinned. "Don't worry, I'll find something. I'll be right back!"
And with that, he set off again, leaving Mother and me to wonder what new culinary disaster he would bring back this time.
As we waited inside the mountain cave, we could hear the sound of Father's excited voice echoing off the walls. "I've got it! I've caught something smaller!" he shouted.
Mother and I exchanged a skeptical look. What could Father have possibly caught that was smaller than the monstrous fish he had brought back earlier?
We walked towards the entrance of the cave, curious to see what Father had caught this time. As we approached the entrance, we saw Father's excited face peering in at us.
"Ta-da!" he said, holding up his catch.
We peered out of the cave, trying to see what Father had caught. And as we looked, our eyes widened in surprise...as we saw that Father was holding up a massive octopus, its tentacles writhing and squirming in the air. The octopus was easily the size of a small house, its massive body undulating as it struggled to free itself from Father's grasp.
I felt my jaw drop in shock, and Mother's eyes went wide with alarm. "Aetherius, what in the world...?!" she exclaimed.
Father beamed with pride, seemingly oblivious to the absurdity of the situation. "I told you I'd catch something smaller!" he said, grinning from ear to ear.
I shook my head, trying to process the sheer scale of the octopus. "Father, that's...that's not smaller," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Mother shot Father a stern look. "Aetherius, take that...thing...back where you found it. Now."
Mother spoke, "Tharros is still a 2 year old hatchling!"
Father's grin faltered, and he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and realization. "Oh dear, I forgot," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "Tharros, you're still just a hatchling. I'm so sorry, son. I got carried away."
He looked down at the massive octopus in his hands, and then back at me. "I think I need to find something a bit more...hatchling-sized," he said, chuckling awkwardly.
Mother nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, dear. That would be best. Why don't you try again, and this time, see if you can find something that's more suitable for Tharros?"
Father nodded, and carefully released the octopus back into the water. "I'll be right back," he said, and set off once again to find something for me to eat.
Father spoke, "Just know I won't find anything hatchling size food!" Mother spoke "alright I know!"
Father nodded and set off again, leaving Mother and me alone in the cave. Mother turned to me and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Tharros. Your father did bring the smallest fish he could find, after all."
I looked up at Mother, my eyes wide with skepticism. "The 41-meter trout?" I asked, my voice incredulous.
Mother chuckled and ruffled my scales. "Yes, dear. I know it's not exactly...hatchling-sized. But we'll figure out a way to make it work."
Father came back with a fish, and it is much bigger than a 49-meter sword fish that Father caught
I felt my eyes widen in horror as Father proudly held up his latest catch. The fish was enormous, dwarfing even the massive 49-meter swordfish he had caught earlier. I couldn't even begin to estimate its size, but it was clear that it was a behemoth of the deep.
Mother's expression was a mix of shock and exasperation. "Aetherius, what...what is that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Father beamed with pride, seemingly oblivious to the absurdity of the situation. "I told you I'd catch something bigger!" he exclaimed.
I shook my head, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. How were we supposed to eat this...this monstrosity? Mother spoke "Aetherius seriously what is that fish?"
Mother spoke "Aetherius seriously what is that fish?"
Father's grin faltered for a moment, and he looked at the massive fish in his hands with a hint of uncertainty. "Uh...I think it's a...a whalefish?" he ventured, his voice tinged with doubt.
Mother's expression turned incredulous. "A whalefish? Aetherius, that's not a fish, it's a...a sea monster!" she exclaimed.
I nodded in agreement, my eyes wide with awe. The fish was truly enormous, with scales as big as boulders and a mouth that could swallow a ship whole.
Father looked defensive, his grin returning. "Hey, it's still a fish! And I caught it, didn't I?" he said, proudly holding up his catch.
Mother spoke, "we are feeding our 2 year old hatchling, and you telling me he can eat that?!"
Father's grin faltered, and he looked at the massive whalefish in his hands, then at me, and finally at Mother. His expression changed from pride to sheepishness.
"Uh...well...I didn't think that one through, did I?" he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
Mother threw up her hands in exasperation. "Aetherius, sometimes I don't know what to do with you! Our hatchling needs something small and manageable, not a...a sea monster!"
I nodded in agreement, feeling a bit relieved that Mother was intervening. The whalefish was definitely not something I wanted to try to eat!
Father spoke, "Then eat the damn 41-meter trout I caught there are no other options that is smaller than that!" Mother grunt."Find!"
Father's face lit up with understanding. "Ah, Thyriatrix?" he asked, looking at Mother with a hint of hope.
Mother nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, Aetherius. Go ahead and give Tharros the 41-meter trout you caught earlier. Maybe it's not as small as we'd like, but it's better than going hungry...again."
Father grinned, relieved, and gestured to the massive trout. "Well, Tharros, it looks like you're having your second breakfast...after the, uh, unpleasantness earlier."
I looked up at Father, feeling a bit queasy at the memory of the stomach ache and torn stomach from my first breakfast. And, of course, the subsequent vomiting that Father had to induce to help me feel better. I wasn't exactly looking forward to eating again, but I knew I had to try.
I thought,'I hate your father for causing this to happen.' I take a bite of the fish
As I took a bite of the 41-meter trout, I couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment towards Father. I thought to myself, "I hate you, Father, for causing me so much pain and discomfort. Why do you always have to catch such enormous fish?"
But then I remembered what Father had said earlier - that the fish in our area were evolving into giant fish and that the 41-meter trout was actually the smallest one Father could catch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this was the new reality we lived in. The fish were getting bigger, and we had to adapt.
I took another bite of the trout, trying to wrap my head around this new information. The fish was surprisingly tender, but I could feel my stomach protesting already. I just hoped I wouldn't end up like I did after the first breakfast...
As I chewed, I couldn't help but think about how much our lives had changed. Just a day ago, Father's catches were enormous, but manageable. But now, with the fish evolving into giants, every meal was a gamble. I swallowed, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. I just hoped that my stomach could handle this new reality. I looked up at Father, who was watching me with a concerned expression. For a moment, my resentment faltered, and I felt a pang of sympathy for him. He was trying his best, after all. But as I looked back at the massive trout, my stomach churned again, and I couldn't help but think that his best wasn't good enough.
My younger siblings, Lyriath and Vyraxys and Nyxoria and Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, are watching me concern
My younger siblings, Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix, were all gathered around me, their eyes wide with concern as they watched me struggle to eat the massive trout. They were all so young, and they looked up to me as their big brother. I didn't want to scare them, but I couldn't help the grimace on my face as I tried to swallow another bite.
Lyriath, the most curious of the bunch, asked in a trembling voice, "Th-Tharros, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
I forced a smile onto my face, trying to reassure them. "I'm fine, little ones. Just...just taking my time, that's all." But my siblings exchanged worried glances, and I could tell they didn't believe me.
Mother feels hopeless that this is now the fish new size
Mother's expression was etched with worry and hopelessness as she gazed at the massive trout. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is...this is the new norm, isn't it? The fish are just going to keep getting bigger and bigger."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with concern. "How are we supposed to feed our children? How are we supposed to survive in a world where the fish are this enormous?"
Father put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but even he couldn't hide the doubt in his eyes. "We'll figure it out, Thyriatrix. We always do."
But Mother just shook her head, her expression bleak. "I don't know, Aetherius. I just don't know if we can adapt to this new world."
Father's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a hearty giggle. "Ah, the absurdity of it all! I mean, who would have thought that our biggest problem would be fish that are too big to eat?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I have to admit, it's a bit ridiculous."
Mother shot him a stern look, but Father just winked at her. "Come on, Thyriatrix, you have to admit, it's a bit funny. I mean, our poor Tharros here, trying to eat a fish that's almost as big as he is!" He guffawed, holding his sides.
My siblings and I couldn't help but laugh along with Father, despite the initial shock and worry. Even Mother cracked a small smile, though she tried to hide it.
Father spoke "well now we know what to expect when I go get some food!" He giggled, and Mother bonk his head with her tail "OW!"
Father chuckled, his albino scales glistening with amusement. "Well, now we know what to expect when I go get some food!" He giggled, and Mother playfully bonked him on the head with her tail.
Mother's light green scales shimmered as she rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "You think it's funny, Aetherius? Do you think it's funny that our children are struggling to eat because the fish are too big?"
I watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and relief. My silver scales caught the light as I shifted uncomfortably, still trying to digest the massive trout.
My siblings - Lyriath, with his dramatic dark red and navy-blue scales; Vyraxys, with his dark bronze scales; Nyxoria, with her amethyst scales; Lyrixa, with her rose gold scales; and little Kaidorix, with his forest green scales - all looked on with wide eyes, taking in the scene.
Father rubbed his head, still grinning. "Hey, I'm just trying to make the best of a strange situation. And besides, I'm just glad I could provide for our family, even if it is a bit...unconventional."
Mother's expression softened, and she wrapped her tail around Father's waist. "I know, Aetherius. And we appreciate it. It's just...adjusting to this new reality is going to take some time."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a pang of sympathy for my parents. They were doing their best to keep our family safe and fed, even in the face of these bizarre changes.
Just then, Lyriath spoke up, his dark red and navy-blue scales glinting with curiosity. "Hey, Father? What's going to happen to the other fish? Are they all going to get this big?"
Father's grin faltered, and he exchanged a concerned glance with Mother. "We don't know, son. But we'll do our best to find out and adapt."
Father spoke, "beside Tharros, have a strong stomach just like me, and I'm sure that we can cut the fish smaller for you, little ones!"
My siblings and I looked at each other, then back at Father. Lyriath spoke up, his voice filled with excitement. "Really, Father? You think we can handle it?"
Father nodded, his albino scales glinting with confidence. "Of course, son! You're all growing up to be strong and capable, just like your brother Tharros here."
I felt a surge of pride at Father's words, and my silver scales seemed to shine a bit brighter.
Vyraxys, ever the pragmatist, spoke up next. "But, Father, how are we going to cut the fish? It's so big!"
Father chuckled. "Leave that to me, son. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Or rather, in my fins."
Father cut the fish, but not the one I eating he only cut the 42-meter tuna that mother caught and the 49-meter sword fish that he caught
Father began to expertly cut the 42-meter tuna that Mother had caught, and the 49-meter swordfish that he had caught earlier. The sound of his sharp fins slicing through the fish filled the air, and the smell of fresh seafood wafted up, making my stomach growl with hunger.
As Father worked, he called out to my siblings, "Alright, kids! Who's ready for some fish? I've got tuna and swordfish, cut up into nice, manageable pieces!"
Lyriath, Vyraxys, Nyxoria, Lyrixa, and Kaidorix all cheered and gathered around Father, eager to get their fins on the food. I, on the other hand, was still working on the 41-meter trout that I had been eating earlier. It was a bit of a challenge, but I was determined to finish it!
My stomach slowly filled up with the 41-meter trout that Father caught
The 41-meter trout was finally starting to disappear, and my stomach was slowly filling up with its delicious, flaky flesh. I felt a sense of satisfaction and relief wash over me as I swallowed the last bite. My silver scales seemed to shine a bit brighter, and I let out a contented sigh.
Father, noticing that I had finished my meal, gave me a proud smile. "Well done, Tharros! You've got a hearty appetite, just like your old man!"
Mother, meanwhile, was busy helping my siblings eat their portions of tuna and swordfish. The scene was one of happy chaos, with everyone chattering and laughing as they enjoyed their meal together.
A small burp escaped my mouth, a gentle rumble that signaled the start of the digestion process. But I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet - the 41-meter trout was still making its way through my system, and I could feel it churning and sloshing around in my stomach.
I let out a gentle belch again, feeling the pressure build up and then release. My silver scales seemed to shimmer and ripple slightly as my body worked to break down the massive meal.
Father chuckled and patted me on the back. "Easy there, Tharros! You're going to need some time to digest that beast of a fish."
Father spoke, "Want the rub it can help, but it can fill your stomach with gas and trap the gas inside"
Father offered me a gentle smile. "Want the rub, Tharros? It can help with digestion, but I have to warn you, it can also fill your stomach with gas and trap it inside. You might feel a bit... bloated."
I considered Father's words, weighing the potential benefits against the possible discomfort. My stomach was still working to digest the massive trout, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk adding more gas to the mix.
I looked at Father uncertainly, my silver scales rippling with indecision. "I... I don't know, Father. What do you think I should do?"
Father's expression turned stern, and he handed me the rub with a firm nod. "Just take the damn rub, Tharros! It'll help with digestion, and we can deal with any... unpleasantness later."
I hesitated for a moment, but Father's no-nonsense tone brooked no argument. I took the rub, feeling a slight tingling sensation as it absorbed into my scales.
Almost immediately, I felt a gentle warmth spreading through my stomach, easing the discomfort and bloating. But, as Father had warned, I could also feel a faint rumbling and gurgling, a sign that the rub was indeed producing gas...As Father continued to rub, the gas inside my stomach began to build up at an alarming rate. I could feel it expanding, pressing against my scales and making me feel like I was going to burst.
The rub, which had initially brought relief, now seemed to be exacerbating the problem. The gas was trapped inside my stomach, with no clear escape route. I felt like a balloon inflating to its limits, ready to pop at any moment.
I looked up at Father, my eyes wide with discomfort. "F-Father... I think it's getting worse..." Father spoke, "Just endure it!"
I let out a loud belch, hoping to release some of the pressure building up inside me. But to my surprise, it didn't seem to make a difference. The gas continued to build, making me feel like I was going to burst.
Father looked at me with concern, his albino scales seeming to glow with worry. "Tharros, maybe we should try something else. This isn't working."
I nodded, feeling a bit desperate. The pressure inside me was becoming unbearable. I was starting to feel like I was going to burst at the seams.
Mother, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward. "I think I might have an idea," she said, her light green scales shimmering with thought. "Let me try something."
Father spoke "no I have an idea!" He pressing my belly down
Father's hands pressed down on my belly, applying firm pressure. I felt a sudden surge of discomfort and pain as the gas inside me was pushed and squeezed. My silver scales seemed to ripple and tense, reflecting my growing unease.
I let out a pained hiss, trying to wriggle free from Father's grasp. "F-Father, stop! That hurts!"
But Father didn't let up, his expression determined. "Just a little longer, Tharros. This will help release the gas." I let out a small burp and Father pressing even further
I let out a small burp, hoping that would bring some relief, but Father didn't let up. Instead, he pressed even further, his hands digging deeper into my belly.
I yelped in pain, my silver scales rippling with discomfort. "F-Father, stop! Please!"
But Father's grip only tightened, his albino scales seeming to glow with determination. "Just a bit more, Tharros. We need to get that gas out."
I felt like I was going to burst, the pressure inside me building to unbearable levels. I let out a pained whimper, my body tensing up in anticipation of what was to come...Suddenly, I let out a massive belch, one that seemed to shake my entire body. The sound was deafening, echoing through the air like a thunderclap.
Father's grip finally relaxed, and he stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Ah, that's better," he said, his voice dripping with relief.
I, on the other hand, felt like I'd just been put through a wringer. My silver scales were still rippling with discomfort, and I could feel the echoes of the belch still resonating through my body.
I looked up at Father, my eyes narrowed in a mixture of relief and annoyance. "Thanks, Father," I said, my voice dry. "I think."
Father chuckled, his albino scales glinting with amusement. "Anytime, Tharros. Now, let's get you cleaned up. You're not exactly smelling like a field of flowers at the moment."
I couldn't help but laugh, despite the lingering discomfort. Father was right, I did reek. I nodded, and together we headed off to find a nearby stream to wash off the lingering stench.