Sometimes what we know as the truth isn't always the whole truth; it's just a pretty lie made to make us feel safe, loved, protected, to lull us into a false sense of security, and keep us calm behind a smokescreen.
"Ymerc, wake up my son, happy fifth hatch day!"
Dad's voice roused me from my rest. He wrapped his wing around me while I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It took me a moment to make sense of dad's words.
"It's my hatch day!" I yelled while my tail raised and wagging like a happy pup's.
"Come, Ymerc, we have a surprise for you," mother's sweet voice resonated through the air, reaching my still half-asleep brain. Trodding over, I rubbed my scales against mother's forepaws, my chest rumbling in contentment, a sound much like that of a purring cat's.
What is it? What is it? I hurriedly asked, my words spilling forth like a broken dam.
Father walked over, picking me up and placing me in the crook of his arm, his well-muscled paw a firm foundation under my stomach.
"You will see my son; you must be patient; otherwise, the surprise will be spoiled."
"But Dad, I don't wanna wait!" I whined.
"If you do, the surprise will be sweeter, I promise," mom said, her voice sweet like honey reaching my ears.
Mom, please tell me, I can't wait! My tail wagged even faster; my scales felt like they were gonna fly off; I just couldn't wait!
Mom's eyes flashed with an emotion I didn't recognize, my instincts telling me to shut my jabbering mouth, so with a resigned sigh escaping my lips, I shut my mouth.
Without missing another moment, dad jumped into the sky, his well-muscled legs launching through the air like an arrow shot from a bow before his wings caught the wind and held him aloft in the air. It wasn't long before mother caught up with us, their wingtips nearly touching as if they didn't want to drift apart from each other.
Wanting to feel the wind flowing across my wings, I tried to unfold them, but my father's body was in the way; I looked forward to the day when my wings were strong enough I could fly.
The sun had risen to its highest point by the time we landed; the mountains became visible on the horizon long ago, their points like stars in the sky but quickly becoming bigger until they towered over mom and dad's flying forms. A cliff stuck out from the mountain like a tree sticks out from the dirt, large and noticeable. The shadows in the cave brought about from the sun's rays seemed to move like ghosts, shivering in the recesses of the cave, Stalactites hung from the ceiling, drops of water dripping from the sharp points, the impact of water on stone sending high pitched echoes through the room like rain falling from the sky. A shiver raced across my scales; something felt very wrong here.
"Mom, where are we? I'd never been here before." I certainly haven't seen this place before.
"You mean you don't remember? This is your favorite spot? Every year we come here on your birthday, and you have a blast!"
An image of an underground lake with glowing algae growing just underneath the surface drifted lazily through my memories the way the clouds drift through the sky.
Mom, Dad, thank you so much! I love this place! I said as my lips lifted as high as they could in a draconic smile, My tail wagging uncontrollably behind me.
"Calm down, you haven't even seen it yet," mother said, fighting back a chuckle.
"Come on, let's go, let's not keep our son waiting any longer," said Dad as he could sense my eagerness.
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A Dragon's torture
FantasíaYmerc finds himself trapped in his memories, his parents torturing him to the point of death. when he wakes his wounds are severe, he can barely move.
