Chapter 39: A Titan’s Touch

It was just after sunrise, the sky painted in soft gold and pale blues. The forest was quieter than usual, the birds only beginning to stir when the heavy, rhythmic thuds started in the distance.

We all felt them—my mate, our cubs, even the youngest ones who were still half-asleep in their moss beds. The ground trembled with each step.

Kong.

I stood up from where I was inspecting the half-cleared building site, wings stretching in the morning air. A few seconds later, the trees parted like curtains, and there he was.

Towering.

Powerful.

And peaceful.

The big guardian of Skull Island stood on the edge of our clearing, eyes scanning the growing cluster of dragon-made homes and half-built foundations. His gaze rested on me for a moment—then flicked to the rest of my family.

We didn't flinch. We hadn't for years. Kong wasn't a threat. He was an ally. More than that—a friend.

I stepped forward and nodded.

He nodded back.

Without a word, I flared my wings, then signaled to my family. It was a hunting day—and today, we'd do something different. Something special.

All of us took to the sky, even the young ones who could fly. We scouted the forests, rivers, and far fields. We caught everything we could—two deer, three boar, a wild cow that had wandered from its herd. My mate and two cubs returned from another pond with a mouthful of flopping fish. One of the older dragons even brought back a giant lizard, snapping its tail angrily until we roasted it on the spot.

We laid out the feast in the center of the camp.

Kong watched it all unfold.

Then, to our surprise, he joined in.

Not just to eat, but to help.

He knelt beside one of the newly cleared home sites, giant fingers gently patting down the muddy wall I had shaped the day before. When it started to sag inward, he used a flat rock like a spatula and pressed the shape firm. One of the cubs shrieked with laughter and brought him a stick—which he used like a sculpting tool, carving out a small groove near the roof for rain to run off.

We worked together, titan and dragon.

Not many could say that.

By the time the sun was high above, the houses had taken real form—walls thick and solid, supported by hardened roots and fire-baked mud. Openings faced the sun, just as we'd planned. Kong even added a small stone fire pit outside one of the homes and placed a few bones nearby—perhaps a gift or decoration, I couldn't tell.

Then we ate.

We sat beneath the trees. Kong leaned against a cliff wall, chewing slowly on the boar we had offered him. My cubs darted between legs and wings, snapping at scraps and flying in dizzy circles. The older ones had their own small fire pits now, roasting fish and meat the way they liked.

My mate nudged me gently and looked out at the scene.

Eleven cubs.

Three more homes nearly done.

A full belly. A warm fire. A titan ally.

And a legacy that was growing.

This wasn't just survival anymore.

This was community.

And it felt… right.