Chapter 112: Bonus 18

The dragon sat on a rock and looked at the storm clouds. It was a black dragon and Saira was captivated by the sight of it. Her little brother Fiete ran after her in a bad mood. He was still young. Just sixteen. And she had to take care of him again. They both had orange scales in addition to white scales and feathers. A rarity among white dragons. Fiete had never liked his orange feathers and scales, but Saira liked to be special.

Her brother snorted. He was annoyed. It was raining and he didn't like it when his feathers got wet. Fiete sent her pictures of their warm, dry cave. He wanted to go home.

Then go!, she urged him. The language of dragons was an interesting language. For every word, they had a picture. They used images and memories to communicate. And sounds. Hissing, humming, and growling. For the ears of the people, only these could be heard. They didn't see the beautiful pictures. Their heads were closed off from the dragons. Even for their names, dragons had pictures.

Saira! Please! It's storming!, pleaded Fiete.

I don't mind. Go ahead.

Saira looked at the black dragon. Their eyes met.

Frightened, she woke up. Her little son, Josef, slept under her wing. It had been three years since she had to leave her homeland. What was Fiete doing now? He was now nineteen. Or already twenty? How quickly time passed.

Her son slept soundly. He knew nothing but the marshland. Joseph had never seen the wilderness. He did not know his father. Yadoo. The black dragon did not know that he was a father. He did not know that Joseph existed. He didn't know she had to leave.

It had been a brief romance. Short and stormy, like the thunderstorm in which she had seen him for the first time. He had conquered her heart. They had been together for three days. They had shared the nights with each other. But then on one fateful night, another dragon had seen her and ruined her happiness. The next morning, her family could smell it. She was pregnant. And everyone learned that it was a black dragon. They chased her away.

A wonderful night had been enough. It was enough for a destroyed life and a new life.

Saira did not regret it. She loved Joseph. He was her little miracle. But with each passing day, she felt weaker. She knew her days were numbered. Just like child's days. He had inherited the disease that would tear her away from him. Soon. She could feel it. She wouldn't see him grow up. How long did she have left? A few years?

In those years, she would give him everything.

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EVERYTHING!

She had only one wish. She wished there was someone out there waiting for Josef. That there was someone who loved her child. Loved him as she did. Unconditional. Infinite.

Would this wish be granted?

How was her brother?

And Jadoo? Had he traveled on? He was a wanderer. He never stayed long in one place. Their meeting had been a coincidence. A wonderful, intense coincidence. When she was chased away, he was long gone.

He knew nothing about Josef. He probably didn't care either. Black dragons were hermits. The females raised the children alone. Foreclosed. For Josef, growing up in solitude was probably the best.

She looked at her child's dark scales. They were as black as his father's. But the wings? White feathers. And also some orange. He was perfect.

A quiet, dear child. But also an angry child.

Without a doubt, the child of a black dragon.