The World of Dragons

Chapter 2.5

                      CHAPTER 2.5

               "Leader Class.", replied the green beast. "W-wait, isn't that Class only chosen once every hundred years when the leader dies?!", squeaked Flare in a high pitched voice. Slytha nodded. Flare, again, couldn't comprehend it. Leader Class?! I was chosen for it?! I thought only descendants of a Leader Classed dragon would be chosen!, Flare screamed in his head.
                  "A-am I a descendant of... her, Slytha?". Flares voice shook as he said that. Slytha nodded once more and said,"You mean Gama, Bringer of Death? Yes, you are her only offspring before she went into dormancy. I'm leading you to her chamber.". Flare's vision went blurry for a second. He gulped and whispered,"I thought nobody disturbed her sleep, or she would wake and destroy all other Weyrs!".
                 "That's just an old nursery tale, when she does wake up, I'm sure she'll be happy to be awake and live life.", reassured Slytha. Flare still felt nervous. "What would she see me as? Would she see me as a son, would she see me as a Weyr-mate, would she see me as a random weyrling?!", he panicked.
                     "Don't worry, I knew her personlly before... this, she was glad to have someone to look after her Weyr, and she said 'when I wake up, let's just hope my Weyr remembers me'. When she does wake up, she'll probably be happy to see you.", Slytha whispered, looking back sadly on the memory.
                      "Wh-why am I being told this now, and just now? I'm the son of the greatest Leader Classed dragon in history! Shouldn't I have been told?" Flare's voice quivered saying this. All this time he could've had a legacy to carry on, to be important. Tears threatened to form.Flare recalled all the times he was made fun of just because he didn't have parents.
                    "We didn't tell you be-because we...." Slytha couldn't say the rest. They stopped. "We couldn't risk the Weyr's safety. If we had told anybody, word would've gotten out and spread to the other Weyrs. If that had happened, well, we would've been raided countless times before only a few of us were left." He finished, voice now stern.
                   Slytha motioned with his tail for Flare to continue. A sniffle echoed against the walls of the dark hall. They padded off toward the growing light. As the brightness grew, Flare braced himself.
What if Slytha's lying, what if she really is a monster? I'm probably not even her offspring and this is just a big prank, I bet this is all just a bad dream, and I'll get into the Fire Breathing Class when I wake up.
                     Flare was doubting himself as they had reached the end of the passage.
Slytha took a deep breath and sighed, "Here is your mother, in her ,well, almost full glory." Flare dragged his head up and saw a sight that he could not unsee(I feel like Cecil from Welcome to Nightvale).
                     There lay an enormous grey-purple dragon in a field covered with buttercups. She was easily twice Slytha's size and for times Flare's. Flare gasped at his "mother" and said, "Is-is that her?!" Slytha nodded. Flare stood there marveling at his origin, mouth open for the second time today. "Yep, that's her, Gama, Bringer of Death. The reason why we're all alive.", Slytha told as he raised a claw to salute her.
                     "Flare, just to let you know, she'll be training you in a few months."