Later that night, Max was laying on his bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the discovery he had made. It went against everything that everyone on Bark knew about dragons. Maybe even the whole world! This changes everything now. But would anyone believe him? No, of course not. Sighing, Max sat up.
His dad was in his room.
"Ah! Dad! Uh... you're back!" Max exclaimed, startled. He almost jumped out of his own skin. Sitting on a stool at his desk, his father chuckled softly as he murmured, "It's okay son, I'm not a dragon here to carry you off." Taking off his helmet and setting it down, Rooster went on, "Yeah, I'm back. And I've heard about what you've been doing."
"You... you have?" Max questioned. He turned pale white in an instant. He was scared that his dad had somehow found out about Snowball. If that was the case, then he was as good as dead. Frightened, Max tried to think about how he was gonna explain this when Rooster replied, "You've been doing so well in training. I've heard you even used your own bare hands against a Panthera!"
"Oh that?! That... that was nothing!"
"It was something! I wished I could've been here to see it!"
"You do?"
"I'm proud of you Max, for everything you've done... except burning down the village several times," Rooster pointed out. They both chuckled at that for a little before the chieftain sighed and mumbled, "And I know your mother would be proud of you too. You're more like her than you know. I also have a gift for you." Taking a small helmet he had brought with him, he explained, "This was your mother's. It should fit you now."
"Thank you Dad," Max spoke softly. Accepting the helmet gratefully, he tried it on. It did fit. It was the perfect size. He took it off and set it on his nightstand just as Rooster got up. "Good luck in training tomorrow son," he remarked before leaving. Once the door was shut, Max let out a heavy sigh.
He was so dead.
