"It's about Sangre, isn't it?" My mother was quick to catch what was going on. Perhaps she has been waiting for me just to talk about it already.
"Yeah…" I sighed, sitting over the snow. "Its kind of funny now that I've also evolved into a Vampire Dragon like him, isn't it?"
"It is indeed… rather ironic." My mother sighed, looking into the distance. "So what do you want to talk about him? Go ahead and ask me anything you want…. I've made up my mind to talk about this."
"Son… This topic is rather delicate for your mother…" My father said. "Perhaps we could-"
"It's fine, Fafnir, you don't need to get in the way." Said my mother. "I already said I've made up my mind. Dear, are you trying to insult my resolve?"
My mother's eyes glowed slightly angrily. I guess she was really taking this seriously. Father quickly shut up after her words.
"A-Ah… No, not at all…" He sighed, feeling slightly intimidated.
I guess dragons are dragons at the end.
"Alright then. Sangre paid me a visit after I defeated the Venerable of Blood." I said. "We fought, and I won… but it ended being a clone made of his blood. The real one didn't even came to visit us, and while we fought, he stole a treasure from the Venerable's inheritance, probably growing stronger from that as well."
"So that's how it was. We knew a bit, but we cannot see all details." My mother sighed. "What did he told you?"
"A lot… He told me you abandoned him when he most needed you, and he told me there was never anybody for him when he most needed people to save him. He said he was desolate and resentful of us dragons, and that was denied access to the Draconic Records as well." I said, crossing my arms. "Tell me, mom, is this true? If you say a lie, I'll know immediately, so don't try to lie to me."
"I would never lie to you." My mother's eyes glowed brightly, as she smiled faintly. Her eyes… looked genuinely sorrowful and in pain whenever I spoke to her about Sangre.
"Indeed, all of that is true. Sangre did try to manipulate you, but not with lies, he used all the truth." Sighed my mother.
"What?!"
I felt surprised… My mother has been treating me so well all this time, and so my father. It surprised me greatly that she would have done something like that to another of her sons.
"Why?!" I roared angrily, showing my sharp fangs, my tail began hitting the floor furiously, shaking the surroundings. I couldn't control myself. "Why did you leave him alone?! If you took care of him, nothing of this would had happened! If you took care of him… I would not feel forced to kill my own brethren!"
My mother remained in silence as I roared furiously.
Once I calmed down, she spoke.
"I… I was weak back then." She muttered. "What happened in those times… It was thousands of years ago. In such times I had yet to heal myself from the wounds I received in the Era of Chaos. And I had received a prophecy from mother, saying that I would give birth to the Dragon King."
"Eh?" I felt speechless.
"Sangre was taken away from me by force. The venerable did not kill me… however, as long as I were to give him an egg." She sighed. "In that moment, I had to make a choice."
"Choice…?"
"I had to choose between living and one day giving birth to you… Or dying fighting for Sangre's egg, and then not even knowing if he would still be snatched away from me." She said, tears flowing from her eyes.
"But… What?"
This… wasn't what I expected.
So it was all my fault?
It was because of me that mother neglected Sangre…
It was for me that he has become what he is right now.
Or maybe… there was just no point even if she tried?
She did… what was realistically right, but even then…
Even then, it fills me with so much anger.
"But you could had helped him once he grew up- giving him access to the draconic records!" I said.
"Yes, I could… but even then, the Venerable was alive. If I contacted Sangre, I would be risking my own life. I laid low and waited until he finally were to perish, while recovering my many wounds… I couldn't die, even when I wanted to help him, I could not risk my life. The task of birthing you was… something I couldn't ignore." My mother said. "I am sorry, Drake…"
"But when the Venerable died there were no more excuses…" I said. "You could had-"
"At that point Sangre was completely evil." Said mother. "He knew I was going to birth you at that point. He wanted to get into the draconic records to absorb our powers, find me, and kill me."
"…"
"You saw him, right? You saw how he spoke. You saw how he acted, right? His heart has been corrupted, getting close to him would risk my life… I did not want to gamble my life." Said my mother. "I know it sounds selfish but… I wasn't doing it for my own sake, but for yours."
"No… I understand. I get it." I sighed.
I sighed, quickly deciding to go away. I had received all the answers I wanted.
"Wait, Drake!" My father called for me.
"Bye for now."
I quickly disappeared from the Draconic Records, opening my eyes over my bed. I sighed in frustration, feeling both relieved and… at the same time, filled with even more guilt.
Fucking hell.
...
Once I joined back with my family, I tried to calm down and attempt to forget my concerns, but the more I tried to enjoy myself with my family, the more they came back to me.
This is unlike me. I've never been this kind of person that lets his thoughts get the better of him.
Yet… whenever I think about this deal, I get pretty pissed off, and at the same time, kind of depressed.
