’I was almost certain that she would have refused to help, keeping me on a short leash and yet... I need to ask Protector about the beasts’ customs because something strange just happened here.’
The moment Lith left, Faluel released her son from the spell that had been restraining Sedra until that moment. She couldn’t bear the thought to raise her hand against her own child, but discipline had to be enforced.
"How dare you insulting me in front of an esteemed guest? Even attacking them while they are under my protection in my own home!" The seven-headed Hydra was back to her full size, so big that even in his Emperor Beast form, Sedra looked like a snotty brat in front of an adult.
"You say that you despise humans for their arrogance, yet you behave just like one of them. How could you breach the sacred host-guest relationship that our race holds sacred?
"Did you take the human treachery along with that ridiculous eye-candy form?" The seven heads spoke in unison, their voices roaring like a choir of angered gods.
"But mother..." Sedra had never seen his parent enraged before. His earlier arrogance had disappeared like snow under a scorching sun.
"No buts!" She roared, cutting him short. "Because of your foolishness, I had to give more than I could take to not taint my honor. What kind of master can I possibly be if I can’t keep order in my own house?
"What lessons am I supposed to impart if I’m incapable of teaching how to behave to my own children? You embarrassed me for the last time. Get out of this house and don’t return until you’ve found a master willing to Awaken you.
"Only then will I know that there is at least one person on Mogar who thinks you’ve proven yourself worthy of becoming an Awakened." Both mother and son knew that the assigned task was arduous.
The older an Emperor beast got, the more powerful the master needed to be to allow them to survive their Awakening. Moreover, powerful beings were usually very picky, just like Faluel.
"For someone who thinks himself of a Wyrm, you’re nothing more than a worm. Prove me wrong if you can." Faluel’s words struck a nerve, hurting Sedra more than any spell could.
All the lesser Dragons suffered from an inferiority complex towards their forefathers and dreamed of claiming for themselves the ancient title describing them, Wyrm. At the same time, being wingless creatures, often resembling more a snake rather than a dragon, worm was the worst slur that could be inflicted upon them.
A squishy, helpless creature forced to hide and eat dirt to not be eaten by predators. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
***
Ernas Manor, Later that day.
After saying goodbye to Ryman, Selia, and their kids, Lith could finally relax after days and days of careful preparation against the human Council. He hated to admit it, but he was going to miss Phloria’s house big time.
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