"Alright. I promise." Skylark whispered, staring out at the bleak landscape. It was so dark. Even in Daddy's castle. Their home, it was well lit. It didn't smell terrible. And it was long gone. The grey-haired dragon knew this, and he bit his lip to keep from crying. Deciding to pass the time traveling by conversing, the boy put on a smile and began, "Hey, Leo will you tell us a story? I like stories."
He squeezed his brother's arm reassuringly. He would have spoken, but Sleipnir needed something extra, he could tell. It felt like forever since they were eggs, but they had spoken with feelings. It would have been something Edge would be interested in, if he still cared about them. "Courage." And "Strength." Was all he sent with a smug smile, trying to cheer up his twin. "We... don't have time to cry, Sleigh. Father said there's no such thing as love, and Daddy proved to you that mates are no good, but.... but... we had each other first, before Daddy and Father, and we'll always have each other. And I... I know that what exists between us has to be love. From now on, I promise not to say I love you when I don't mean it."
"D-Daugh!" Charon screamed as something hit him from above. Not worried about his stomach, knowing it would heal. He would always heal. He hadn't known scars in centuries, hadn't known bruises even longer. That voice... it sounded sickeningly familiar and yet, in all the pain he was in, Charon couldn't place it. He meant to call out, demand who would do such a thing to him. Who would dare attack someone who was already down, only a hydra would do that. At least, that's what Charon chose to believe.
"You..." It was hard to speak when his intestines were spilling out of him. "Can't leave a scar on me, I'm a hydra, I'm... I'm the king's right... hand... man... Ugh! Edge.... Edge will get you for... for doing this..." He mumbled tiredly, vision blurring. Ah, accept the familiar dark. "Our king... with never succumb to death...."
Terra felt her cheeks heat up in fury. She felt like crying out of anger, but she was done being weak. Done being 'motherly' and caring about... about people who didn't give a damn, about her either way. "You're not like Relin, you're not a spoilt brat who is meant for greater things. He doesn't deserve to be an elder, and we all understand that. He'll never be half the dragon his mother was, he'll never really be an elder." Terra all but whispered, eyes searching for something in Ferrum.
Even as he opened the door, she wouldn't silence. They stepped out into the hallway, where a scream met their sensitive ears. There was no one in sight, though, so the dragoness swallowed thickly. "Ferrum, do you truly think that repopulating this world with dragons, even if they are impure, is a bad thing?" Terra sighed. "I had given up hope of the earth ever seeing days of green, but that Ygdrassil could be the key to restoring... fixing everything. Ferrum, can you see it?" Terra's anger seemed to have dissipated for a while, as she had gotten it all out and was sonbered by the metal dragon's outburst.
"A new world, even better than the old one. Do you know why? No humans to pollute it. The hydras are unspeakably evil, but I've seen corrupt elders in dragons as well. Relin's offspring give me... hope, of a better future. Call me fool if you so wish, but I hardly think this is the end."
The boy felt it, of course, the raw emotion in the other's voice. Logical thought was against him uncurling and exposing himself, but something about the other boy's voice was familiar, somehow. Edge knew he had heard it before... many, many times. But in this tone, he was strange and unfamiliar. Edge didn't like it, but he was curious.
Tell a story? His story? Immediately, the boy was interested. With a slight fire in his violet eyes, Edge slowly climbed down from the bookshelf he was hiding in, fears and doubts forgotten. Left on the shelf. "Will you... tell me everything? I may not know, but I understand..." Edge responded to the voice, deciding the stay, back against the bookshelf but revealing his location. Memories out of reach, but close enough one word rushed at him with enough force to make his heart rate surge.
"P-Path-Path?"