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Brother Dragon

The unlikely brotherhood between a human and a dragon, sends them on an adventure to save their mother and discover new things about themselves in the process.

By Maika RothfussPublished about a year ago 27 min read
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“Children, it’s time I told you a story.” Ameillia stretched her scaly neck, bringing her two boys close to her with the swipe of her tail. One was Jauve, her own scales and blood; the other was Matu, a human child she had rescued some years ago. Both boys had recently turned six.

Ameilla purred, her chest soft in comparison to the rest of her; snuggling her children as she spoke. Smoke puffed from her nostrils, a live fire in her belly warming the room.

“Long ago, the land was divided into pieces. One was the land of man, built in stone and iron. They used resources from the land to power their machines and build their homes. One was the Forest Wilds, where the witches warped and altered the land to their whims. And the largest, of course, was the land of dragons; where mountains stretched higher than the clouds, the seasons were always beautiful, and the magic was so ripe you could feel it in the air.

“For a long time, everyone lived at peace. There was a truce, that we would not harm one another and in exchange, we shared our specialties. Humans were great at farming and supplied delicious fruits and cured meats. The witches could fix ailments and create special brews. And dragons shared the minerals and gems that formed within their mountains. Life was good for a long time.”

Ameillia’s voice hardened. “Things changed when Yafier became king of man. He was not kind like the old king. He wanted the power the witches possessed and the impenetrable scales of dragons. He convinced the Witch Goddess to aid him, and they took away the dragon’s ability to fly.”

Jauve stretched his tiny wings. “How did they do that, mommy?”

“It’s said that witches gave dragons their wings to begin with. Sadly, if they gave it to us, then they can take it away.”

Matu pouted. “Did the witches take away my scales and wings too, mommy?”

Ameillia paused, pain in her eyes. “No, my love. You were never a dragon. Though I will always be your mother, you did not come from me. You did not hatch from an egg like your brother. I found you and I protected you.”

Ameillia looked from Jauve to Matu; their smiles warmed her heart. “I will protect both of you, but you must understand that the world is not what it used to be. Yafier led an army towards the High Mountains where Urith, the King of Dragons, had his nest. Urith might have spared the human king, at first laughing at his feeble attempt.” Ameillia hesitated, her memories bringing her sorrow. “But Yafier slayed the dragon price, Urith’s son. He took his scales and built a suit of armer for himself. Life is not always kind, my loves. Many died because of this; humans, witches, and dragons alike. In the end, King Urith overpowered Yafier and sent his dragons onto man.

“When I learned that I was carrying you, Jauve, I left the mountains in search for a new home. One where I could keep you safe and raise you away from these horrors. I found you, Matu, during this time. You needed someone, and I was that someone.” She nuzzled both of them, letting out more steam.

“Then I found this temple and it became our home. I will always make sure you are taken care of, but promise me, my loves, that you will stay here.”

“We promise.” They agreed in unison.

Her eyes began to droop as she laid her head down in front of them. “It’s getting late, time for rest my loves.”

They all slept in what used to be the gathering hall of the temple. It had been abandoned long ago; now covered by overgrowth and crumbling into the mountainside. Though most of the structure had collapsed, the gathering hall still had an intact stained glass window, that lit up the walls in wonderful colors during the day.

Ameillia had pushed aside all the furniture and gathered anything of use; establishing a firepit in the center and a soft bedding area in the corner.

As became their routine, Ameillia tucked her boys into the pile of fur coats and bamboo fibers; then lit a small fire. She told them a more pleasant story to help them drift into dreamland, blew out the fire, then curled up in the center of the room and went to sleep herself.

As the seasons passed, Jauve began to grow his wings. Though they would not lift him from the ground, they stretched out mighty far. Instead, he used them as an extra set of arms, often knocking fruits down from tall branches and carrying them back home in. His scales reflected upon every surface, vibrant and as bright as the sun. Though Ameillia had blue scales, Jauve’s were golden and silver, but his belly had a blue tint and his horns curved the same as his mothers.

Matu on the other hand, grew into a fine young man. He was tall and lean, with amber skin and dusty brown hair that lightened in the summer and darkened in the winter. He was fast and cunning, climbing the ruined buildings almost as quickly as Jauve could. They frequently ran through the abandoned temple, discovering hidden rooms with faded treasures and relics from another time.

Their life was peaceful and simple. The boys spent their days playing, learning, exploring. They were allowed to leave the temple so long as they could see it from where they were. Though Matu often wondered what laid beyond their dwelling, Jauve made sure they never wandered too far.

That was until Ameillia began showing symptoms. She had noticed the sickness four seasons ago but had been able to hide it. She was growing frequently tired, sleeping for days on end. Her body was much heavier and when her back toe began to solidify, she knew the sickness would consume her within the year.

Ameillia had been asleep for the past five days. Jauve and Matu visited her on their regular morning, mid-day, and evening routine. One afternoon, Matu noticed that her back leg had marbleized. She had attempted to cover it with her wings, but Matu spotted a glint out of the corner of his eye.

It was cold to the touch and he pushed away her folded wing, revealing the stone had crept all the way up her thigh.

Jauve followed Matu’s stare. “What’s happening to her?”

“I don’t know. We’ll ask her when she wakes up.”

“What happens if she doesn’t…”

“Don’t!” Matu cut him off. “We’ll ask her when she wakes up.” With that, he folded her wing back over her leg and left the room. Jauve curled up next to his mother and fell asleep.

Ameillia woke two days later.

“How long was I asleep?” She spoke wearily, moving her head to look at Matu and Jauve, eating their breakfast besides her. Their eyes lit up, Jauve’s food dropping from his mouth.

“Mother!” They spoke in unison.

“Almost eight days.” Matu set his hand on his mother’s tail. “Mom, what’s happening to you?”

She let out another sigh. “It’s a rare sickness that dragons can get. We believe that expose to certain minerals causes it to happen.” Her eyes glazed over, hazy memories lingering behind them. “My blood is thickening. Hardening. I’m slowly turning to stone.”

“How do we cure it?” Jauve asked.

“There is no cure.” She closed her eyes.

“Is there one out there?” Matu pointed out the window.

Ameillia let out another sigh. “There is nothing out there. We are all safer here.”

“But if there’s a chance to help you…”

“Enough!” Her voice echoed on the stone walls. Her wings opened, though not to their full extent. She settled back, pulling the startled Jauve and Matu close to her. “I’m sorry. I did not mean for the outburst. I will be okay. The stone will not consume me for a while longer. I will think of something. You will stay here…” Her head lowered to the ground and her grip loosened on the boys.

“Mother…” Jauve cried out.

“Do not worry, my love. I am alright. Just tired.” She let out another sigh, steam rising from her nostrils. “Have you caught any boars recently?” She held her eyes open, but her head remained on the floor.

“We have. Matu caught the last one, he’s become really good with his bow!” Jauve bounded out the room towards their kitchen where the meat was being stored.

Matu lit the fire pit that rested in the middle of the room. Their mother had chosen to rest in what used to be the gathering hall. Over the years, the temple changed to suit their needs and personalities. Matu and Jauve both had separate rooms now, but this was where they spent most of their time. It was where they cooked food, sat reading, and bathed in the sun. It was where Jauve had hatched and where she fell in love with the building. It had kept them safe, and she would now become a part of it.

“Is that true, my love?” She shifted to watch him. She could tell he was displeased, but he attempted to play it off.

“Yeah. I can hit the farthest tree now. I haven’t missed a shot in the past month.” He shrugged, avoiding her watchful eyes.

“I’m very proud of you. You are a wonderful creature, my love.” Amillia loved her boys more than anything in the world. Matu’s appearance did not matter to her.

“Thank you, mamma.”

That evening, they ate the largest boar the boys had caught, sharing stories of their adventures through the forests and along the rivers. Ameillia fell asleep listening to their laughter.

It was late into the night when Matu woke Jauve.

“Jauve, wake up. We’re leaving.” Matu was shoving some food into a bag. He was dressed in a thick coat that he had sewn together from a wolf hide; his bow slung across his back.

“What? Where are we going?” Jauve stretched.

“To find the witches and ask them for help making a cure for mom.”

“What!” Jauve leapt onto his feet, swinging his tail around and almost knocking over Matu. “We can’t do that!”

“Yes, we can. Mom is only getting worse, and I know the witches can create a cure.” He shoved away his brothers tail, resuming his packing.

“How do you know that? How do you even know where to find them? And that they won’t skin us and eat us once we do find them!” Jauve began to pace back and forth.

“Calm down.” Matu placed a firm hand on Jauve’s snout, staring him in the eyes. Jauve let out a sigh and sat down. “I found this.” He held out a small, leather-bound book. He thumbed through it, revealing tattered and worn pages. “I believe it belonged to my birth mother.”

“What?” Jauve stared at Matu in shock.

“I found this book, a little while back. I’ve read it many times now, so I know the witches can cure diseases. Even dragon ones.” He closed the book, clenching it tightly. “Besides the spells and charms; she writes about a baby. I found it with some small toys and baby clothing. Mom was stashing it beneath the brick stones.”

Matu sat next to Jauve. Though Jauve was bulkier, they were roughly the same size. Amillia was not a very large dragon, but she told them that Jauve’s father was; and he was likely to grow to his size within a few years.

“Do you even know where to start looking for them?”

“Does that mean you’re coming?” Matu teased.

“I don’t think I have a choice.”

Matu left a note and some cured food next to their mother, in case she awoke while they were gone. She wouldn’t be pleased, but he figured he would apologize once they returned with the cure.

He had found a map while digging through what used to be a study and used it to chart a general course. He assumed the witches still lived in the Forest Wilds and estimated that they were about a three-day journey, if they kept at a decent pace. Once they got there, he would figure something else out.

The first day was exciting, as they finally saw something that wasn’t the crumbling walls of the temple or the little pond with the same three rocks in it. The second day Matu convinced Jauve to jump from a small cliff in an attempt to fly. It was unsuccessful, as were the many times Matu had coerced him as a kid.

They swam in a clear stream when the sun was hot and ate a strange creature that Matu thought might be of a horse breed. The third day they spent throwing the strange meat back up though. On the fourth day, they evaded what they thought might be a dragon. And on the fifth day, Jauve’s fears began to creep up, slowly getting the better of him.

“What if we don’t find them and now, we’re lost? Or what if they don’t even live here anymore? Or, what if we do find them and they turn us into that stripped horse thing?! Or what if…” Jauve swung his wings about as he talked, ruffling the bushes and branches as they treaded through the underbrush.

“Jauve!” Matu halted, causing Jauve to bump into him. “Shut up. We’re going to be fine. We’re going to find the witches. We’re going to get a cure, and mom is going to be fine! Now will you please calm down!”

Jauve patted the ground with his tail and huffed out some steam. “Fine, but shouldn’t we have found them by now?”

“Well, we’ve had a couple setbacks. Besides, if you flew us there it’d be faster.”

Jauve shouldered Matu with his wing. “Yeah, that went so well every time we’ve tried it.”

“Maybe you aren’t trying hard enough.” Matu gave his brother a grin, but Jauve wasn’t enjoying this game.

“Maybe if…” But his words were cut short as Jauve suddenly found himself hanging in the air. He struggled to move but vines wrapped themselves tightly around his legs, climbing up his chest and around his wings.

Matu found himself in a similar situation, crying out as he struggled against the crawling rope.

“What’s going on?!” Jauve called out.

“Hey, let us go!” Matu responded, but there was no one around them, only the trees. When the vines stopped crawling, they found themselves dangling a few feet above the ground.

“What are you doing here?” A soft whisper echoed in the air. They both stopped struggling and listened. A cool breeze drifted through the air, rustling the leaves.

“We’ve come to find the witches.” Matu answered in a low tone.

“Why do you seek out the witches?”

“To find a cure for our mother!” Jauve responded this time, resuming to thrash about.

The vines began to loosen, and they were lowered to the ground. One of the larger oak threes that was besides them began to shift and sway. It warped, altering itself until it became a woman. Her skin had fragments of texture from the bark, her hair long and tangled with flowers and leaves. Her large green eyes filled with tears as she stared at Matu.

She embraced him before he had fully found his footing. “I never thought I’d see you again. Oh, Matu…” She sighed. Her skin was warm and rough, similar to Ameillia’s. She smelt like damp earth and tulips.

When she let him go, she went to Jauve this time; brushing her hand along his cheek.

“You smell nice.” Jauve commented with a toothy grin.

“Thank you, child.” She laughed, the tune easing them.

“Who are you?” Matu asked.

She looked back at his matching green eyes. “My name is Cybel and I’m your mother, Matu.”

Cybel, goddess of the forest and witches, led Jauve and Matu deep into the Forest Wilds. The spread of trees grew smaller and smaller; the earth becoming damp and swampy. The air felt thick and fog wafted around their feet. It had been light only a few minutes prior. A dark haze now set upon them, revealing the glow from fire bugs that littered the marshland.

When Cybel hummed, their surroundings bended to her whim.

She led them to an enormous tree that had been hollowed at the base. Small huts were built inside, as well as around it. Other wooden/human creatures muddled about, taking note of their new visitors. A hush fell among the groves.

The boys watched their surroundings in amazement. Jauve had to hold his wings close to his body, as they kept getting caught in the vines that hung down from the willows. Matu watched the wooden witches, whispering as they walked past.

Cybel took them into the base of the large willow, where they climbed up stairs leading inside of the tree. Here was a small dwelling, containing a cabinet, a desk, a bookshelf, and a bench. There was a ladder that led to a bed loft above them as well. Though there was a fair amount of papers, books, bottles, and plants littered across all these surfaces.

“I don’t have many visitors.” Cybel told them as she rearranged the mess. She pulled a bottle from the cabinet and handed it to Matu.

“This will cure her?” He asked.

“No, it’s water. Drink and give some to Jauve as well. Your mother’s illness is a complicated one to begin with. Besides that, I haven’t made a cure for paralysis in a long time. Especially not for a dragon.”

Matu gladly drank, then gave some to his brother. “This isn’t really what I pictured the Forest Wilds witches to look like.”

Cybel frowned. “There aren’t many of us left. Life is a little different now.”

There was a crash as Jauve’s tail knocked a bottle from the bookshelf. “Oh, sorry.” As he turned, a wing caught the edge of a book and yanked a few more items onto the floor.

“Stop turning!” Matu called in frustration. “If you won’t stay put, go wait outside, Jauve.”

“Fine.” Jauve huffed, shoving Matu as he exited.

Cybel laughed. “She raised you both well. You look like you’re growing into a fine young man.”

“How come you left me?” Matu smile faded.

Cybel placed her hands around his. “I have loved you since the day you were born. But unfortunately, I made many poor choices because of love. I was badly injured and the only way I could heal was to become one with the land. I couldn’t take care of you in that state and you could not take that form with me either, because your father was human. You are only half witch, Matu; but my-o-my are you something special.

“I came across Ameillia first. Her egg was dying, but when you touched it, it came back to life. I asked her to care for you and she took you whole heartedly. I hope she loved you as much as I wish I could have.”

Tears streamed down Matu’s face. “She did.”

Jauve grumbled to himself as he paced around the tree. When he began to draw a crowd, he pushed farther into the woods; until he realized he could no longer see the large tree. Every direction he looked appeared the same. Panic set in and he called out for help.

“Matu! Help! Matu!” What started as a brisk pace, turned into a run. Everything felt strange and the darkness suffocated him. “Help! Anyone!”

With a thud, he found himself impacting a rather large boulder. Jauve groaned, folding his wings over his head. His horns ached and his vision blurred momentarily. When the world stopped spinning, he noticed he wasn’t alone. A ruby colored dragon, perched on top of the rock, looked down at Jauve, studying him.

“I can’t believe it. It’s you.” The ruby dragon hopped down from the rock. He doubled the size of Jauve; steel plates hung around his chest and head. They were embedded with gems as well as assorted dragon scales. “My leigh.”

Then he bowed.

“What are you doing?” Jauve rose, flexing his wings.

“Come with me. We must go to the king at once.”

“I can’t… I have to…” Jauve turned to look back, but he couldn’t distinguish anything through the thickness of the forest.

The other dragon pushed Jauve forward, gesturing him towards a warn road. That’s when he noticed the cart. It was a large metal box on wheels, attached to six muscular horses. Then he noticed the man, sitting right behind the animals.

The red dragon climbed into the back, gesturing Jauve to follow.

How strange. Jauve thought.

“Hello.” He greeted the man as he followed.

“What are you doing?” The other dragon looked at him with a firm expression.

“I was saying hi?”

“How come?”

Jauve hesitated. “I was being polite.”

The dragon was silent for a moment, then bellowed out a laugh, spitting fire in the process. “You don’t need to be polite to the humans. They’re nothing but useful tools and food.” He laughed again.

“Oh.” Jauve looked down, lowering himself as the cart began to take them somewhere new.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go see the king.

With Matu’s assistance, and the fact that he had his mother’s old spell book on him, they were able to concoct a brew within a couple hours. It would require steeping overnight, but she welcomed them to stay with her.

Matu went to find Juave, but when he was unsuccessful, he panicked. A small witch, that looked mostly like a tree with a long-pointed nose, told him he saw the golden dragon disappear into the forest over an hour ago.

“Jauve’s gone!” Matu burst back into his mothers den.

“Oh dear.” She put down the book she was reading and led them to the base of the tree. At the back was a small shrine. She sat crossed legged before a blossoming flower bush.

“The trees tell me that a dragon scout has found him and taken him to go see king Urith. Oh dear.” Cybel rose. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself incoherently. Matu stared at her in anticipation. After a moment, she sighed. “Our best course of action is to wait for the brew, take it to your mother, then go find Jauve.”

“Why is that?”

“It’d be better if Ameillia was with us.”

“Is Jauve in danger?” He grabbed her hand, and she squeezed back.

“Well… he should be okay.”

“I have to go after him.”

Cybel held him steady. “It’d be worse if you went there. King Urith is ruthless and would kill you on sight.”

“Why will it better if we go with our mom then?”

“Because she’s the queen.”

The cart went faster than Jauve thought it would; the muscular creatures leading them towards enormous mountains. The forests thinned, then flattened; becoming hills that grew into highlands, giving way to rocky mountains.

The weather changed as well. Baren rocks gave way to a lush forest, covered in snow by a passing blizzard. A chill ran down Jauve’s spine, but the other dragon appeared unfazed. He glanced at the human from time to time, but he led them on, unwavering.

They came around a bend into a cavern. A wave of heat emitted from the entrance, giving way to pits of molten lava once they were inside. Light from the lava pools bounced off Jauve’s golden scales, glittering the cavern.

They wound down tunnels until they arrived at a mighty forge in the center of the mountain. Lava poured into various mechanisms before being shaped, cooled, and mended into its final form. All tasks were being performed by humans. A few other ruby scaled dragons marched around, watching or reprimanding the workers.

Finally the cart stopped and before him was the largest dragon Jauve had ever seen. He had plentiful, long horns that wrapped around his forehead, leading down his snout. His scales were golden and silver, each delicately polished. He wore a tiny crown around one horn and a similar gem encrusted plate as the ruby dragon.

“What have you brought me, Kirub?” He was turned away, but his voice boomed nonetheless.

“Your son.” The scout told him.

“What?!” This caught his attention. He swung around to look at the small golden dragon. “You’re the spitting image of Narun. I don’t understand, who are you?” He demanded.

“I’m Jauve.” He squeaked out.

“Don’t be shy boy. Where did you come from?”

“I’m not sure, really. Far away from here. My mother, she’s sick and I just wanted to find a cure for her.”

“What’s your mother’s name, boy?” He leaned in closer to the small dragon.

“Ameillia.” Jauve was frozen with fear, but did his best to hold his ground.

“Intersting. Come boy, we have much to talk about.”

Matu was able to convince his birth mother to let him go after his brother. He would have snuck out in the night regardless, but he appreciated the horse she gave him instead. She instructed the steed to take him to the mountain where Urith now resided.

It was a long and tiresome journey, but as the mountain finally approached, fear crept through Matu’s body. He had expected to encounter more dragons, but surprisingly, he saw none.

The horse approached the mouth to a large dark cavern. It was lit from lava pools that traveled into it’s depths. He heard commotion coming from far within.

This was it.

Matu ventured into the cavern, sticking to the shadows as he crept along. He passed by sections where he saw humans mining, but he noticed they were chained down and kept his distance.

Matu pushed towards the noise, until it became clear it was laughter and lively chatter. He peered into an opening to see the cavern bellow out; hundreds of dragons lounging about. It looked like a party. There were performers, notably human ones, on a stage against the back wall. Giant tankard and trays filled with various liquids and treats dotted the room.

Then he saw the enormous golden dragon, standing erect besides a flowing fall of lava. His black eyes watched the crowd with diligence. And there besides him, almost a fourth his size, was Jauve. His tail was curling back and forth, his wings pressed against his body.

Matu went to stand when something sharp pressed against his back.

"Now, what might you be doing?" The dragons claws pressed into him. He took the bow from Matu and dragged him into the cavern, drawing a silence. He threw Matu down with a hard thud.

"Found this runt watching you, Sr. Might have come to kill you."

King Urith loomed down at Matu. He huffed, spitting out fire. “Cook him. Give him to my son as a treat.”

“No!” Jauve cried out. “He’s my brother!”

“What did you say?” Urith growled. He looked back and forth between the boys. “What treacherous behaviors your mother has done!”

There was murmur amongst the other dragons as a they began to crowd around. Matu noticed his guard had lost focus on him, taking the opportunity to swing around and grab his bow. He fired a shot precisely into the right eye of king Urith.

He cried out in pain, pushing backwards into the wall. The cavern shook, causing the lava pits to stir.

“Jauve!” Matu seized the moment, squeezing around the chaos. Some of the dragons attempted to grab them, but they were small enough to squeeze through a small passage leading into another tunnel.

“Which way?” Matu asked.

“Uh…” Jauve looked around but a sudden crash forced them in a direction. King Urith broke through the tiny opening, debris and lava spraying about.

“Get back here!” Urith bellowed.

The boys ran, turning this way and that, avoiding other dragons and large empty pits or pools of lava. When they saw light, they sprinted towards it, coming to an opening in the mountainside. Unfortunately, they were far up in the sky, clouds coming to meet them.

Urith followed close behind, bearing his teeth.

“Jauve, I need you to fly.” Matu turned to his brother. “I know it’s never worked before, but I believe you can do it. If anyone can give dragons flight back to them, I can. Alright? I’m a witch after all. You trust me?” Jauve looked into Matu's assured eyes.

Jauve went to speak, but Urith came up beside them, widening the hole in the mountain as he grabbed Matu.

“Matu!” Jauve cried out, as they all tumble down the mountainside. Jauve dived forward to catch up with the large Golden dragon. Matu was unconscious, scratches etched into his skin. “Let him go!”

Jauve clawed at the king. Pulling out scales and kicking at the tender underside of his belly. Urith's grip on Matu loosened. Jauve seized the moment to pull Matu free.

Urith grabbed for them, but Jauve jumped away. They continued to tumble down the Cliffside, rocks bashing into their sides. Jauve shielded Matu as best he could. He searched for an opportunity when he noticed a sloped rock coming to meet them. He took in a breath, held Matu close to him and folded in his wings.

As the Boulder approached, he angled his body to kick off of it, shooting them away from the mountain. He watched Urith attempt to grab at them, fail, then claw at the rocks himself, trying desperately to slow down.

As the dove forward into the clouds, Jauve opened his wings as wide as he could.

Instead of plummeting, he held. In fact, he flew. Jauve cried out joyously.

“Matu! Matu! We're flying.”

Matu began to stir. He opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. “I knew you could do it.” He muttered weakly.

Jauve lowered them to the ground. Landing was rough, but better than Urith’s. He laid in a leap on the ground, some yards from them.

Jauve laid Matu down. “Jauve, tell the trees to find Cybel. Have them tell her where we are.”

Jauve did as instructed and then they waited.

Cybel arrived within the hour, Ameillia at her tail. She appeared lively, healthy. Her scales glowed.

Cybel attended to Matu’s wounds as Ameillia approached Urith's body.

She was about half his size, but she nuzzle him as she rounded to face him. “I’m sorry my love. I had to.”

Urith did not stir.

Cybel rose, Matu rested at her feet. He had sustained a few broken bones but nothing some herbs and rest couldn’t mend. She picked him slowly, allowing vines to reach down and carry him.

“It is over." Ameillia spoke. “Jauve and I shall speak with the others. The world shall be new.”

Cybel bowed to the dragon. “I shall gather my sisters. If my prince is still alive, I hope that he can meet his son."

Ameillia bowed. “Take care of him.”

“Mom, I want to go with Matu.” Jauve felt uneasy standing next to the mound of dragon.

“He is in good care my love. You shall see him soon, but you have new responsibilities. I’m sorry I hid you from all this, but I see that you two are capable of so much. I couldn’t be more proud.”

Jauve nuzzled his brother, who gave him a weak smile.

“See Jauve. I told you, we got this.”

“Don’t die on me alright?”

“Me? Nah. Besides, I want to go flying again.” Matu teased then closed his eyes.

**Author Note: While writing this, I came up with more ideas that were too long and complicated to fit into this version. I really enjoyed these characters and hope to make a larger version as well. Thanks for reading!

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Maika Rothfuss

I've loved to create stories ever since I was little. It's taken a lot for me to actually show anyone my work, but I hope to inspire and create wonder with the tales, characters, and worlds I've created.

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