reincarnated as a powerful dragon

The sun beat down on the training grounds, casting a warm glow over the assembled dragons. Father, Aetherius, stood tall, his albino scales glistening in the light. Mother, Thyriatrix, stood beside him, her light green scales shining with a soft, ethereal quality.

My siblings were all gathered around, each one unique and vibrant in their own way. Lyriath, with his navy blue scales, was busy practicing his fire-breathing techniques. Vyraxys, whose dark bronze scales seemed to absorb the light around him, was sparring with Kaidorix, whose forest green scales blended seamlessly into the surroundings. Nyxoria, with her amethyst scales shimmering like a jewel, was watching with keen interest, while Lyrixa, whose rose gold scales glimmered with a soft, warm light, was chatting with Mother.

I was focused on my own training. My silver scales caught the sunlight, sending shivers of light dancing across the ground. Father was teaching me advanced flying techniques, and I was determined to master them.

With a burst of speed, I shot forward, my wings beating rapidly as I soared through the air. Father watched with a critical eye, offering words of encouragement and advice.

As the training session drew to a close, I landed gracefully beside Father, my chest heaving with exertion. Father smiled, his eyes shining with pride.

"Well done," he said. "You're becoming quite the skilled flyer."

I beamed with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me. Father's praise meant a lot to me, and I was determined to continue improving my skills.

As we wrapped up the training session, Mother approached us, a warm smile on her face. "Tharros, you're doing wonderfully," she said, her voice filled with encouragement. "Keep up the good work."

I nodded, feeling grateful for my parents' support. My siblings gathered around, chattering and laughing as we all made our way back to our nest.

As we settled in for a well-deserved rest, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my family and our life together. Being a young dragon had its challenges, but with my parents' guidance and my siblings' companionship, I knew I could overcome anything.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a faint rustling outside our nest. I perked up, curious, and saw a small, furry creature peeking out from behind a nearby rock.

The creature had large, round eyes and a twitching nose. It looked like a cross between a dragon and a... and a something else entirely. I had never seen anything like it before.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The creature looked up at me and smiled. "I'm Pixie," it said, its voice high-pitched and cheerful. "Nice to meet you, young dragon!"

His scales color is pale blue lily, and he seems to be a sub-adult stage

I stared at Pixie in wonder, taking in the sight of his pale blue lily scales. He seemed to be a sub-adult, not much older than me.

"Nice to meet you too, Pixie," I replied, trying to sound calm. I was curious about this strange new dragon.

Pixie hopped closer, his eyes shining with excitement. "I've never seen a dragon like you before," he said, staring at my silver scales. "What's your name?"

"I'm Tharros," I said, feeling a little proud to introduce myself.

Pixie's eyes widened. "Tharros? I've heard of you! You're the son of Aetherius and Thyriatrix, aren't you?"

I nodded, surprised that Pixie knew my parents' names. "How did you know that?" I asked.

Pixie grinned mischievously. "I have my ways," he said. "But I'm glad I met you, Tharros. I think we're going to be great friends."

My father spoke, "He is a friend of mine!"

I turned to see Father, Aetherius, standing behind me, a warm smile on his face. "Ah, Pixie! I see you've met my son, Tharros," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Pixie's eyes lit up, and he bowed his head respectfully. "Aetherius, sir! It's an honor to meet your son," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

I watched, curious, as Father approached Pixie and gently nudged him with his snout. "Pixie is an old friend of mine, Tharros," Father explained. "We've known each other for many years."

I nodded, feeling a sense of wonder at the connection between Father and Pixie. What was their story, and how did they meet? I was eager to learn more.

My father Aetherius spoke "at thought he is just a a good friend, not like best friends he does know combat technical skills!"

I nodded, taking in Father's words. It seemed that Pixie was a skilled fighter, and Father held him in high regard.

Pixie smiled, looking pleased with himself. "Yes, I've had my fair share of battles," he said, his voice filled with a hint of pride. "I'm always happy to share my knowledge with others, though."

Father nodded, his expression serious. "I think it would be beneficial for Tharros to learn from you, Pixie. He's at an age where he needs to start learning more advanced combat techniques."

I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of learning from Pixie. I had always been fascinated by combat and strategy, and I was eager to learn more.

Pixie nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. "I'd be happy to teach Tharros what I know," he said, his voice filled with eagerness. "When would you like to start, Aetherius?"

Father smiled, his expression pleased. "How about now?" he suggested, nodding towards a nearby clearing. "That area is clear of any obstacles, and it's a good place for Tharros to practice his skills."

Pixie grinned, already heading towards the clearing. "Follow me, Tharros!" he called out, his voice echoing through the air.

I followed Pixie, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside me. I was ready to learn, and I was excited to see what Pixie had in store for me.

Pixie spoke "alright go run towards me and attack, but don't think I won't defend myself!"

I grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. I loved the idea of sparring with Pixie, and I was eager to test my skills.

I took a deep breath, crouched low to the ground, and then sprang forward, running towards Pixie with a fierce roar. My claws extended, and I swiped at Pixie with a powerful blow.

But Pixie was no pushover. He dodged my attack with ease, his agility and quick reflexes allowing him to avoid my claws by a hair's breadth.

As I stumbled forward, off balance from my missed attack, Pixie counterattacked, his own claws flashing in the sunlight. I raised my own claws to defend myself, and the two of us clashed, our claws ringing out as we sparred.

It was morning so I have a better shoot I run towards preparing for attack and he thought I was going to attack so he preparing and I ran passed him and attack from the back my claws slash his back left leg and it took some damage

Pixie let out a pained yelp as my claws slashed across his back left leg. He stumbled forward, his leg buckling beneath him as he struggled to maintain his balance.

I quickly spun around, my eyes locked on Pixie as I prepared for another attack. But to my surprise, Pixie was already recovering, his face set in a determined expression.

"Not bad, Tharros," he said, his voice gruff with pain. "But don't think you've got the upper hand just yet."

With a swift motion, Pixie launched himself at me, his claws flashing in the morning light. I raised my own claws to defend myself, but Pixie was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious.

I stumbled backward, my heart racing as I struggled to keep up with Pixie's onslaught. But I refused to back down, my determination and training driving me to fight back with all my might.

I spoke, "Uhh your back leg it seems like it is bleeding"

Pixie's expression faltered for a moment, and he glanced down at his back leg. Indeed, a trickle of blood was flowing from the gash I had inflicted earlier.

Pixie's face twisted in a mixture of pain and annoyance. "Ah, blast it," he muttered. "I didn't think you'd get me that good."

He took a step back, his weight shifting off his injured leg. "I think we're done for today, Tharros," he said, his voice a bit gruff. "You've made your point. You're a formidable opponent."

Pixie looked at me with a hint of respect in his eyes. "But don't think this means you've won," he added, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I'll be back, and next time, I won't be so easy on you."

I spoke, "My mother has healing magic. I will ask her to heal you!"

Pixie's expression softened, and he looked at me with gratitude. "Thank you, Tharros," he said, his voice sincere. "I would appreciate that. Healing magic is not something to be taken lightly, and I'm sure your mother's skills are... considerable."

He took a step forward, his injured leg still causing him to limp. "Please, lead the way. I would be grateful to meet your mother and receive her healing."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that I could help Pixie. I turned and led him towards our nest, calling out to Mother as we approached. "Mother! I need your help! Pixie is injured, and I was wondering if you could heal him!"

My mother sees blood flowing on pixies back, left legs, and wandering. How did he get injured

Mother's eyes widened with concern as she took in the sight of Pixie's injured leg. She quickly approached us, her expression stern. "What happened here?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle.

I hesitated for a moment before explaining. "We were sparring, Mother. I attacked him from behind and scratched his leg."

Mother's expression turned thoughtful, and she nodded. "I see. Well, let's get you healed up, Pixie. Please, come closer and let me take a look."

Pixie limped closer, his injured leg still bleeding. Mother gently touched his leg, and a soft, white glow began to emanate from her scales. The glow enveloped Pixie's leg, and I could see the wound begin to close, the bleeding slowing to a stop.

As Mother's healing magic took effect, Pixie's expression relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Thyriatrix," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I owe you one."

Mother smiled, her eyes warm with kindness. "No need to thank me, Pixie," she said. "I'm just glad I could help. Now, let's get you fully healed up."

With a wave of her claw, Mother intensified the healing magic, and the glow surrounding Pixie's leg grew brighter. I watched in amazement as the wound closed completely, leaving no sign of injury behind.

Pixie stood up, testing his leg, and smiled. "Good as new," he said, his eyes shining with appreciation. "Thanks again, Thyriatrix. You're a lifesaver."

Mother chuckled, her expression pleased. "Anytime, Pixie. Now, why don't you stay for a while and rest? You're welcome to join us for lunch."

Pixie spoke "Ok let continue training, but this time it not combat!"

I nodded eagerly, always up for a challenge. "I'm ready to continue training, Pixie. What's next?"

Pixie grinned mischievously, but said nothing. Instead, he turned and began to walk away, beckoning me to follow him.

I exchanged a curious glance with Mother, but she just smiled and nodded encouragement. "Go on, Tharros. See what Pixie has in store for you."

I shrugged and followed Pixie, wondering what the next stage of my training would entail. Pixie led me to a nearby clearing, but instead of explaining what we would be doing, he simply stopped and turned to face me, a knowing glint in his eye.

As we arrive at the same spot, Pixie tells me what the next training will be "alright it weighs lifting!" I thought 'well this will be useful when the day I will carry a baby dragons in the future'

I smiled to myself as I thought about carrying baby dragons in the future. It was a pleasant thought, and I felt a sense of excitement and responsibility at the prospect of one day being a parent.

Pixie, seeming to sense my enthusiasm, grinned at me. "Weight lifting is an essential skill for any dragon," he said. "You never know when you'll need to lift something heavy, whether it's a boulder or a baby dragon."

He gestured to a nearby boulder, which looked like it weighed a significant amount. "Alright, Tharros. Show me what you're made of. Lift that boulder!"

I approached the boulder, feeling a surge of determination. I focused my energy, took a deep breath, and grasped the boulder with my claws.

With a mighty roar, I lifted the boulder off the ground, my muscles straining with effort. I held it aloft for a moment, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Pixie watched me with a critical eye, his expression unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Tharros," he said. "You've got some real strength in those claws of yours."

I grinned, feeling a sense of pride at Pixie's praise. But then he added, "Now, let's see if you can hold it for a bit longer."

Pixie spoke, "Just know that boulder is about 20 kg"

I nodded, taking note of the boulder's weight. 20 kg was a significant amount, and I could feel the strain in my muscles as I continued to hold it aloft.

I gritted my teeth, determination etched on my face. I was not going to drop the boulder, not now that I had lifted it. I focused all my energy on maintaining my grip, my claws digging deep into the rock.

Pixie watched me, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're doing well, Tharros," he said. "Keep it up." My muscles grew as hours passed

As the hours ticked by, I could feel my muscles growing stronger, more defined. The strain of holding the 20 kg boulder began to fade, replaced by a sense of endurance and stamina.

I stood tall, my claws still grasping the boulder, my wings spread wide for balance. Pixie watched me, a look of approval on his face.

"Very good, Tharros," he said, his voice filled with pride. "You're demonstrating excellent strength and endurance. Now, let's see if you can take it to the next level."

With that, Pixie gestured to an even larger boulder, one that looked like it weighed at least 30 kg. "Think you can handle that one, Tharros?" he asked, a challenging glint in his eye.

Pixie spoke, "It is 29.9 kg"

I eyed the new boulder, my mind racing with the challenge ahead. 29.9 kg was a significant increase from the 20 kg boulder I had been holding, but I was determined to rise to the occasion.

I took a deep breath, focused my energy, and reached out to grasp the new boulder. My claws wrapped around it, and I lifted it off the ground, my muscles straining with effort.

Pixie watched me, a keen eye on my form and technique. "Remember to use your legs, Tharros," he reminded me. "Don't just rely on your claws and back." A few hours later, pixies allow me to take a break

I let out a sigh of relief as Pixie nodded, allowing me to set the boulder down. My muscles ached, but in a good way, like they had been stretched to their limits and were now stronger because of it.

I took a step back, surveying the area where I had been training. The ground was scuffed up, and there were scratch marks on the nearby rocks where I had lifted and set down the boulders. I felt a sense of pride, knowing that I had put in a good day's work.

Pixie approached me, a hint of a smile on his face. "You're doing well, Tharros," he said. "Take a break, rest those muscles. We'll get back to it later."

My muscles mass have increased surprise fast

I gazed at my reflection in a nearby stream, and my eyes widened in surprise. My muscles had indeed increased in mass at an alarming rate. My claws looked stronger, my scales more defined, and my wingspan seemed broader.

I flexed my claws, feeling the power and strength that now resided within them. It was as if my body had adapted to the intense training Pixie had put me through, and I was now reaping the benefits.

Pixie appeared beside me, a knowing glint in his eye. "You're a quick learner, Tharros," he said. "Your body is responding well to the training. Keep it up, and you'll be a force to be reckoned with in no time."

The trees surrounding us swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly. The forest was quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds or the distant rumble of a waterfall. It was a peaceful setting, but I knew that my training was far from over.

Pixie spoke, "I be telling your parents how you progress goes today wait here I won't be long!"

I nodded, watching as Pixie took to the skies, his wings beating rapidly as he soared above the treetops. I sat down at the base of a nearby tree, my back against the trunk, and waited for Pixie's return.

The forest was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to relax and unwind after the intense training session.

Before I knew it, I heard the sound of wings beating, and Pixie landed beside me, a smile on his face. "Your parents are pleased with your progress, Tharros," he said. "They're eager to see you continue to grow and develop your skills." My silver scales seem to get tougher than ever before

I ran my claws over my silver scales, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. They did indeed seem tougher than ever, with a subtle sheen to them that caught the dappled forest light.

I flexed my neck, feeling the scales ripple beneath my skin. They were stronger, more resilient, and I could sense the added protection they offered.

Pixie watched me, a knowing glint in his eye. "Your scales are adapting to the training, Tharros," he said. "They're becoming more durable, more resistant to damage. It's a sign of your growing strength and power."

I thought 'damn I'm am now almost robust this fast. I'm still 1 year old and prefer to hide under my father wings when I'm scared and shy'

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Despite my rapid growth and increasing strength, I was still just a young dragon at heart. I still had a tendency to get scared and shy, and I loved the feeling of safety and security that came with hiding under my father's wings.

It was a bit ironic, I thought, that I was becoming so robust and powerful on the outside, while still being a bit of a scaredy-cat on the inside. But I supposed that was just part of growing up, and I was grateful to have Pixie and my parents to guide me along the way.

Pixie spoke, "Your father told me that you often hide under his wings and even sleep under it, and I believe you are still having that habit right." I nodded and blushed

I looked down, my scales flushing with a warm, embarrassed glow. I nodded sheepishly, my ears folding back in a gesture of shyness. "Y-yes," I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I still like to hide under Father's wings when I'm scared or feeling shy."

Pixie chuckled, a warm, gentle sound. "Don't be embarrassed, Tharros," he said, his voice filled with kindness. "It's a sweet habit, and it shows how much you trust and love your father."

I spoke, "I get scared a few times like when during a thunderstorm or my siblings scared me a bit and other things"

Pixie nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "It's completely normal to feel scared sometimes, Tharros," he said. "Thunderstorms can be very frightening, and it's natural to feel a bit spooked when your siblings play tricks on you."

He smiled reassuringly. "And it's okay to admit when you're scared. It takes a lot of courage to acknowledge your fears and to ask for comfort and protection when you need it."

I spoke, "I only meet 2 other dragons beside my parents and siblings, and the 2 included you!" Pixie chuckled a bit

Pixie's chuckle was warm and gentle, and he nodded his head in amusement. "Well, Tharros, it's not surprising that you haven't met many other dragons yet," he said. "You're still very young, and your parents are probably being careful about who they introduce you to."

He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling with kindness. "But I'm glad that I'm one of the few dragons you've met outside of your family," he said. "I've enjoyed our time together, and I'm looking forward to seeing you grow and develop into a strong, confident dragon."

Pixie spoke "just wait in next year when the starlight gathering starts, it a place where all dragons in the clan meet and get to know one another and make new friends or enemies or rival. and that is where I met your father at thought he look very enormous in my point of view"

he smiled and continued speaking and a little upset toon "your father told me that you are a genderless although neither me or your parents know what is a genderless your father think that you can't have children of your own so yeah"

I thought 'hah I can I just want to keep a secret about it to be a surprise when I do get pregnant and I have plans to carry 20-32 baby dragons at once but Aurorin say it is risky, but I mean how risky it will be?'

I listened to Pixie's words, a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. I was excited to hear about the Starlight Gathering, and the prospect of meeting new dragons and making friends or rivals. But at the same time, I felt a twinge of frustration and amusement at Pixie's words about my father's assumption that I was genderless and couldn't have children.

I thought to myself, 'Ha! If only they knew...'. I had plans, big plans, to surprise everyone when the time was right. And as for Aurorin's warning about the risks of carrying 20-32 baby dragons at once, I pushed the thought aside. I was determined to make it happen, no matter what. Little did Pixie or anyone else know, I had a secret, and it was going to be a big one.

I kept my thoughts to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face. Pixie, oblivious to my secret, continued to chat with me, telling me more about the Starlight Gathering and what to expect.

As we talked, I found myself getting more and more excited about the prospect of meeting new dragons and making friends. But at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was hiding a big secret, one that would change everything when it was finally revealed.

Pixie, sensing that I was getting restless, stood up and stretched his wings. "Well, Tharros, I think that's enough chit-chat for now. You've got a big year ahead of you, and I'm excited to see how you'll grow and develop."

I nodded, standing up and stretching my own wings. "Thanks, Pixie. I'm looking forward to it." And with that, Pixie took off into the sky, leaving me to my thoughts and my secrets.

Although I know I'll run and hide under my father wings by overwhelming

I chuckled to myself, feeling a bit sheepish about my tendency to run and hide under my father's wings when things got overwhelming. It was a habit I'd had since I was a little dragon, and even though I was growing stronger and more confident, I knew that I still had a way to go before I could face all challenges head-on.

The thought of the Starlight Gathering, with all its new dragons and unfamiliar sights and sounds, was a bit daunting, and I could already imagine myself scurrying under my father's wings for comfort. But at the same time, I was determined to push past my fears and make the most of this opportunity to meet new friends and learn new things.

I ask a question, "Why don't you have a mate?"

Pixie, look at me and said "How did you know that?" He blushed

I ask another question, "Do you have a mate?" He answered "well no"

I question him again. "Then why do you don't have a mate?" He said shyly "well" he looked away for a minute and didn't answer

I watched Pixie's reaction with interest, noticing the way he blushed and looked away, avoiding my gaze. It was clear that this was a sensitive topic for him, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

I decided to press him a bit more, curiosity getting the better of me. "Come on, Pixie," I said, trying to sound gentle and non-judgmental. "You can tell me. What's going on?"

Pixie looked back at me, his eyes hesitant, and I could sense that he was struggling to open up. But I held his gaze, trying to convey that I was listening and that I cared. Slowly, he began to speak, his voice barely above a whisper...

Pov pixie

I looked away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. Tharros' question had caught me off guard, and I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't usually talk about my personal life, especially not about something as sensitive as this.

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something about Tharros' curious expression that put me at ease. Maybe it was the fact that he was still so young and innocent, or maybe it was the way he looked at me with such genuine interest.

Whatever the reason, I found myself wanting to open up to him. I took a deep breath and began to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "I...I've just never really found someone, I suppose," I said, feeling a pang of vulnerability. "I've been focused on my duties as a mentor and a guardian, and I haven't really had the time or opportunity to...to meet someone special."

I trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed. I hadn't meant to reveal so much, but Tharros' gentle expression encouraged me to continue. I looked up at him, hoping that he wouldn't think less of me for my admission.

Even knows I am 59 years old and only 5 years away from reaching adult stage

I looked at Tharros with a thoughtful expression. He was still just a young dragon, only 1 year old and still growing. It was sweet of him to be so curious about me, and I appreciated his interest.

I smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "It's okay, Tharros. I'm just not...settled down, yet. But that's a story for another time, maybe."

Pov Tharros

I looked at Pixie with curiosity, sensing that there was more to his story than he was letting on. I tilted my head to the side, trying to encourage him to open up more.

"Why aren't you settled down, Pixie?" I asked, my voice gentle and non-judgmental. I was genuinely interested in hearing more about his life and experiences.

Pixie's expression turned thoughtful, and he looked away for a moment, collecting his thoughts. I waited patiently, sensing that he was struggling to decide how much to share.

I ask another question, "How old are you?"

Pixie's expression changed to a hint of a smile, and he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, Tharros, I'm a bit of an old dragon," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "I'm...59 years old, to be exact." He chuckled as if amused by his own age.

I spoke, "Just 5 years away from adults stage, do your siblings have their own mate and have children?"

Pixie's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked away, a hint of wistfulness in his expression. "Ah, yes...my siblings," he said, his voice a bit softer. "Well, Tharros, I'm a bit of an oddity among my family. You see, I'm the youngest of my clutch, and...well, let's just say that I've taken a bit of a different path in life."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "As for my siblings, yes, they've all found their mates and started their own families. I'm actually an uncle many times over," he said, a hint of a smile returning to his face. "But as for me...well, I've just never really found the right one, I suppose."

Pixie spoke, "i can't believe i get roasted by a 1 year old dragon! Maybe I should get a mate, or else I will get roasted by another baby dragons I come across!"

I burst out laughing at Pixie's words, my scales shaking with mirth. "Haha, Pixie, you're so funny!" I exclaimed, still chuckling. "But seriously, don't worry about getting roasted by baby dragons. You're an awesome dragon, and I'm sure you'll find a great mate when the time is right."

I grinned mischievously, still feeling a bit playful. "Besides, I'm not just any baby dragon. I'm a super-wise and super-awesome 1-year-old dragon, and my roasting skills are unmatched!"

Pixie spoke, "I guess you are right." He looked down in embarrassment

I immediately felt a pang of regret for teasing Pixie. I didn't mean to make him feel embarrassed or self-conscious. I scurried over to him, my little dragon legs moving quickly, and looked up at him with big, apologetic eyes.

"Hey, Pixie, I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft and contrite. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You're really cool, and I like talking to you." I reached out a small claw and gently touched his scales, trying to offer what little comfort I could.

He just nodded and continued training me further in combat skills and increased muscle mass

I focused intently on the training, determined to learn as much as I could from Pixie. He was a skilled warrior, and I knew that I could learn a lot from him.

As we trained, I could feel my muscles growing stronger and more defined. Pixie was pushing me hard, but I was determined to keep up.

"Come on, Tharros!" Pixie shouted, his claws flashing in the sunlight. "Defend yourself!"

I raised my own claws, blocking Pixie's attack with a loud clang. I countered with a swift strike, but Pixie was too fast and dodged out of the way just in time.

"Good try, Tharros!" Pixie exclaimed, grinning. "But you need to work on your speed and agility. Let's try again!"

I spoke, "Can I use my fire elements in this?" Pixie shook his head, and it seemed like he had a bad experience from it, not that he is terrible at fire elements, but he seemed to be had get his ass kick from it

Pov pixie

I watched Tharros nod and continue with the training, feeling a mix of relief and unease. I was glad that he hadn't pushed the issue of using his fire elements, but at the same time, I knew that I couldn't avoid the topic forever.

I had to admit, the thought of Tharros using his fire elements made me a bit nervous. I had...bad memories of being on the receiving end of a dragon's flames. It was a painful and humiliating experience, and one that I didn't care to repeat.

I pushed the memories aside and focused on the training, trying to keep my emotions in check. But I couldn't shake the feeling that Tharros was going to discover my secret sooner or later. And when he did, I wasn't sure how he would react.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I was getting too caught up in my own family dynamics. I needed to focus on Tharros's training.

"Alright, Tharros, let's try something new," I said, clapping my hands together. "We're going to work on your agility and quick reflexes. I want you to dodge my attacks and then counter with your own."

Tharros nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and responsibility as his mentor.

"Ready, set, go!" I shouted, launching myself at Tharros with a flurry of claws and teeth.

Tharros leapt into action, dodging and weaving with impressive agility. I chased after him, our movements a blur as we clashed in a whirlwind of scales and fire.

I remember how my older brother blaze used his fire elements on me, and I got injured badly. I shook my head again and forced him

I gritted my teeth, memories of that painful encounter with Blaze's fire elements flooding my mind. I had been so caught up in trying to prove myself to my siblings that I had let my guard down, and Blaze had taken advantage of it.

I shook my head again, forcing the memories aside. I couldn't let Tharros see me like this. I had to be strong, for his sake as well as my own.

"Focus, Tharros!" I barked, trying to sound stern despite the turmoil inside me. "Don't let your guard down, not even for a second!"

Tharros looked up at me, his eyes wide with concern, but he nodded and refocused on the training. I watched him, trying to push aside my own demons and be the mentor he needed me to be.

Pov Tharros

I nodded, trying to shake off the feeling of concern that had settled in my chest. Pixie seemed...off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. One moment he was fine, and the next he was tense and distracted.

I refocused on the training, trying to push aside my worries about Pixie. But I couldn't help sneaking glances at him, trying to read his expression. He seemed to be struggling with something, but I had no idea what.

As we continued to train, I started to notice that Pixie was holding back. He was a skilled fighter, but he seemed to be pulling his punches, as if he was afraid of hurting me.

I frowned, feeling a surge of frustration. I knew Pixie was trying to protect me, but I didn't need his protection. I needed him to push me, to help me become stronger.

"Pixie, what's wrong?" I asked, pausing in our training. "You're holding back. Why?"

Pixie spoke, "It is nothing just continue!"

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Nothing?" I repeated, my voice laced with doubt. "You're not exactly convincing, Pixie."

Pixie's expression turned stubborn, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "I said it's nothing, Tharros. Just drop it and let's continue with the training."

I sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. I knew Pixie was hiding something, but I also knew that he wasn't going to tell me what it was. At least, not yet.

"Fine," I said, shrugging. "But if you're not going to tell me what's going on, then at least promise me that you'll stop holding back during our training. I need to learn how to defend myself, and I need you to push me to my limits."

Pixie's expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "I promise, Tharros. I'll stop holding back. Let's continue."

Suddenly, my father, Aetherius, arrived during my training and spoke, "How is the training?"

Pixie answer "Good and your son just roasted me about not having a mate!"

My father's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a hearty laugh. "Ah, Pixie, you're getting roasted by my son, eh? Well, I suppose that's one way to keep you on your toes!"

I chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed but also amused by the exchange. "Father, I didn't mean to embarrass Pixie. I curiosily about him!"

My father's expression turned serious, and he looked at Pixie with a discerning eye. "Pixie, is everything all right? You're not holding back because of something I should know about, are you?"

Pixie shifted uncomfortably, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "No, Aetherius, everything's fine. Just a minor... distraction, that's all."

My father's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step closer to Pixie. "Pixie, I've known you since you were a youngling. I can tell when something's bothering you. If it's something that's affecting your training with my son, I need to know about it."

Pixie hesitated, looking like he was torn between revealing whatever was bothering him and keeping it hidden. I could sense his unease, and I felt a pang of concern for my friend.

"Father, maybe we should just focus on the training for now," I suggested, trying to intervene. But my father's expression remained serious, and he shook his head.

"No, Tharros. I need to know what's going on with Pixie. If it's something that's affecting his ability to train you properly, then it's my business as your father and the leader of our community."

Pixie spoke, "Ok you can go, and I can continue finishing training Tharros so I can go home and cry a little about my life" he look at the ground

I felt a pang of surprise and concern at Pixie's words. I had never seen him like this before - he was always so confident and carefree. I looked at my father, who was watching Pixie with a mixture of surprise and understanding.

"Pixie, wait," my father said, his voice softening. "If something's bothering you, you can talk to me about it. I'm here to listen."

Pixie shook his head, still looking at the ground. "No, Aetherius, it's fine. Really. I just...need to get my head back in the game, that's all."

I could tell that Pixie was trying to brush off his emotions, but I knew that he was hurting. I decided to try and lighten the mood, hoping to lift Pixie's spirits.

"Hey, Pixie, don't worry about it," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "We can finish the training later. How about we grab some food instead? I'm starving!"

Pixie looked up at me, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, okay. Food sounds good."

Pixie flaps his lily blue wings and fly away

I watched in awe as Pixie's delicate, lily-blue wings unfolded from his back and began to flutter rapidly. He rose into the air with a gentle whoosh, his wings beating in a hypnotic rhythm.

As he flew away, the fading light of the sun caught his wings, casting a shimmering glow over the delicate membranes. I felt a sense of wonder and magic wash over me as I gazed after Pixie, his tiny form dwindling into the distance.

I stood there for a moment, feeling the breeze rustle my hair, and listened to the faint hum of Pixie's wings as he vanished into the night.