"It's true that Gentor put himself into trouble as well, but he was a lone Wyrm with no one to teach him."
"I needed to rescue him only once. He listened to me and, under my guidance, set himself straight. As for Verhen, I'm not babying him. The crisis he's in is not of his own making and he can't face the enemy alone.
"I'm helping a brother in his time of need, not a petulant Wyrmling who storms castles and then whines when humans hunt him down!" Valtak's fiery gaze overwhelmed Armak's, forcing him to shut up.
He couldn't refute his father's words but truth changed nothing.
"You were my father. You were supposed to help me." All the logic and time on Mogar didn't make the Lich Dragon feel any less betrayed.
"I am your father." Valtak countered. "And I haven't called you to repeat the same old argument again. I want to settle things between us. Please."
A long silence befell the two while Armak pondered what to do. He had waited for that moment for millennia and wanted to savor every moment of it.
"Not my problem. Goodbye." The call ended abruptly, the hologram of the Lich Wyrm shattering.
"I guess some wounds are not meant to be healed." The Father of Fire sighed.
He put his communication amulet away and walked outside the palace. He needed fresh air and solitude to cleanse the sourness that still lingered in his heart.
Alas, when it rains, it pours.
He was in the Blood Desert, where "fresh air" during the day was just an expression. On top of that, the main plaza was crowded with Fire, Golden, and different species of Dragons sired by Surtr that had answered the call of their respective patriarchs.
"Just great." The Elder Wyrm grumbled, waving at the newcomers with the closest thing to a smile he could muster.
"What's the matter, Valtak? Are you alright?" Zoreth's voice came as a surprise, making him flinch.
"Everything is fine, hatchling." The Father of Fire turned to face her and discovered that she was alone in the crowd.
The area around the Shadow Dragon was empty. No matter the Brood to which the other Wyrms belonged, they all considered her an embarrassment to their bloodline. A lost daughter of Leegaain.
'A lost daughter who answered the call of the Brood.' Valtak thought.
She and Armak had many things in common, yet they couldn't be more different. They had both disavowed their family out of childish pride and done terrible things.
Yet while one walked the wrong path because it was the only one available to her, the other did it out of sheer stubbornness. All Zoreth wanted was to live again and earn her place back into the Brood whereas Armak wanted everyone to recognize he was right and they were wrong.
The Lich Wyrm didn't seek forgiveness, he wanted others to beg for it.
Lith's request to teach Zoreth about Origin Flames came to Valtak's mind, quickly followed by his recent conversation with Gentor.
"Breaking the cycle." He muttered.
"What cycle?" Zoreth asked in confusion.
"I'll explain it to you while we practice." The Father of Fire patted her shoulder. "Follow me. We have many things to do and little time to do them."
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