Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 23: The Price Of Power

Baragon walked over to me, laid down, and slept without a word. I stayed by him as part of my core told my whole that he wanted to talk to me when he did.

When Baragon woke up, I asked, "do you want to talk about what just happened?" He used his massive arms to push his body up off the ground and sit next to me.

"Firstly, Berserkers and Beasts do not get along," he looked at me and nudged me a bit, "same for your species and Biordagons Dragons like yourself but stand on two legs."

"She said something to you that made you lose control," Baragon looked forward, and his voice began to stutter thought just slightly.

"Your Mother and I became good friends quite easily, even when your father was alive. How we met is quite funny actually," he nudged his face with an arm, "she was badly wounded, there were no spore magic users nearby, your father never learned it, wanting to keep his born elements. As I passed their home, I heard her screams. I went inside and saw her squirming; she had broken many of her bones, an injury that we can not regenerate from without consequences. In her pain and panic, her energy could not recover, and if she severed and regrew the limbs, her energy would run out."

"If she did, she would have become a Devourer, would she not? I asked.

"Indeed," Baragon replied, "so I used my spore magic, even though mine is weak, I could use it to draw your father's energy into your mother. She said thank you, and then I was on my way."

"Thanks for that."

"I do not know why, but since that day, I protected the two of them and their children, maybe as they were one of few surviving Primordagon families, several Dragons have gone missing over the hundreds of years."

My head perked up when I heard that, and I realised that the only other Primordagon outside of my family was Acidra.

"I kept close to them until one battle your father was trapped, with Elemontols all around him, and your mother was in danger also, so I had to choose, and I chose your mother."

Knowing that the Dragon, who was now caring for me, let my father die made my core shake, but I kept my voice as calm as possible.

"And you could not save both."

"No, the Elemontols were already tearing away at him. There were just too many," he breathed slowly, causing the ground to become bark and then fracture. "There are always too many of those things. There were fewer around your mother. They fused, which let me save her. But when we went to your father, there was nothing left off him," he swerved his head towards me, "it was either one or the other, but not a day goes by that I do not hate myself for it. So I made a promise to care for her children."

"But why were you not there with her then, and why did you not fight with us?" I asked, thick yellow tears coming from under my eyes.

"She wanted to fight alone, like most of us," Baragon turned around and wrapped his arms around me. "It is wrong for me to be training you, but our kind are a greedy one, some more than others, and I just could not let you go," I wrapped both my front legs and wings around him and pressed my maw into his chest.

"Even if you lost, I would never go with her, I love you, If I had not met you, If you had not cared for me, I do not know what would have happened to me, I would have become consumed and blinded by revenge," I looked up at him, "besides I like using bark magic and diversification is good." After a few moments, I said, "I think we are being watched," as I sensed Dragons around us.

"This is called a comfort squeeze, and we created it, but the smooth-skins stole it from us, so now it is seen as their own." Baragon pulled from me, "let us get back to training."