Chapter Four

"I'll fight by my right, and for my kind,"

-Smaug II

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Dawn greeted the morning giving the world a bright light and awakening the first telltale sounds of life as everything that the light touches stir awake, signifying that it is time to get up and start the day. Birds fly in the air, animals emerged from their dens and holes as the next rising of the sun starts the new tomorrow that everyone yesterday is expecting.

However inside a grey tower in the middle of a land filled with mists and intrigue that once housed the largest empire of the known world, not even the disturbing wajkey-wakey warm heat of the sun could bother the large golden figure who simply shrugged off the approaching fingers of the dawn easily as it rolled on its back, accidentally making its night time toy shrill in agony for a split second before it is crushed to paste by the massive form of the dragon who snored away with half of its tongue lolling out in pleasure. The older dragons get, the more enticing the thought of sleeping is to them, and this one is no different.

Already he could see an entire day of boredom and sleeping waiting ahead of him (which is extremely appealing for him). He had hunted yesterday and brought enough fluffy four-legs whose bleats annoyed his ears. Normally he don't hunt these fluffy and cloudy prey seeing that their wool tends to stick into the gaps of his teeth and at the rare occasion, gives him indigestion for some reason. The family of two legs however living in his lair for reasons he cannot fathom preferred the fluffy four-legs to eat and he's not one to begrudge them their choice of food. After all, "Elya" tend to become sick every time he gobbled up some of the screaming two-legs that he hoarded or simply played with them by rolling them around his claws, their cries music to his ears before throwing them over the edge, enjoying the sight of watching them flap futilely with their arms before splatting down below.

Smacking his lips to savor the taste of the three whinny-four-legs he ate last night, he is prepared to doze off in a more welcoming angle when his nose twitched as a familiar smell came closer near him. He simply ignored it letting off a snort that sent puffs of smoke from his nostrils as he returned to his beauty sleep hoping it would go away. Unfortunately his luck isn't just that good today.

"Wakey, wakey Balerion, come on! You promised to take me flying today," the rather annoyed voice of Rhaenys sounded extremely loud on his sensitive ears and how he wished he could just swat her away and be done with it.

"Rhaenys," he rumbled, the girl's name sounding almost unrecognizable in his growls. "Off!"

Normally there is no way in the seven hells that a dragon would be able to speak any form of language communicable to man. However he is not just some sort of random dragon, no sir. Part of him is human that constantly warred against the draconic part that dominated his heart and mind making him do…some humanized things if pushed properly. If truth be told however, the only reason why he successfully managed to integrate speech is due to Rhaenys taunting him that maybe he's too dumb to learn it.

Let it be said that dragons can make the impossible, possible once their pride is at stake. Incensed and fully pissed that her label on him is some kind of dumb creature just because he can't speak their language, oh it hit his pride to the core. Accepting the challenge, it took him still almost eleven years to master words and phrases. Apparently despite his best efforts, dragon vocal cords aren't just designed for speaking human words. Still, at least he could communicate with his two-leg family and be smug about it at the same time.

"But you promised!" whined the fourteen year old two-legs-with-dragon-blood, climbing on his stomach as he lay at his back in relaxation before jumping up and down. "Wakey, wakey Balerion. Come on let's fly,"

For a moment he simply entertained the idea of throwing Rhaenys at the edge of his tower lair to sate her need of flying. Snorting, he kicked off the doziness that so sweetly invited him back to sleep as he rolled to his two limbs throwing a laughing and delighted Rhaenys, seeing that he is finally up before yawning, showing off rows of sharpened teeth before looking at the girl dressed in a brown homespun dress.

"Ready?" he growled, amber eyes blinking in question as she nodded happily when he lowered his massive head to her as she swaddled up to the middle of the large two jutting horns of his head.

"I'm ready now," she chirped patting his head with her small hands. "Let's go,"

Sending off twin jets of flame at his snort on her enthusiasm on taking the skies, he heaved his massive bulk over the stones of his lair to the edge where he tossed his playthings to "Fly".

"Hold on," he garbled once more to Rhaenys in warning who held on his horns as he prepared for flight. Massive wings opened in all their glory and claws bent on the ground before propelling himself up in two flaps, the drafts of the wind mixing with the magic on his blood and lightening his body enough as he took the skies with his passenger laughing in happiness as they sailed over the clear realms of the gods, his golden form passing over the clouds barely being hidden now on unfriendly eyes as the lands below seemed nothing more than pinpricks for their eyes.

He simply chuckled as Rhaenys began bubbling her enthusiasm on their flight. Her lessons on forcing him to learn her language is a pain in the ass, but now that he can understand her, it is so much better.

Listening to the musical voice of his little friend as they wafted over the clear skies, he let his mind wander on the past years. A lot of it have changed on not only him, but to the two-legs family that also call his lair home.

He is bigger now that he could fight one on one against one of the largest animals that dwelt on the sea with ease and win. This posed a problem with him, for some reason that even he don't understand, his instincts are screaming at him that showing himself to the entire world is detrimental for his health. His magic also got stronger and it is obvious on the things going on the surrounding lands outside his lair which is saturated with the presence of his magic.

Unknown creatures ranging from sea-serpents, half-man, half-horse (which is tasty to eat), merfolk both terrifying and beautiful, lions with tales of serpents big enough to kill ten men with ease and nymphs of all kind began appearing on the man-deserted ruins of Valyria. The stone-men which called that place their home are pushed out to its borders by the spirits from the trees making them scarce appearing any longer. One fact remained though, all of the said creatures are afraid of him.

As for the two-legs family that lived with him, they too managed their own growth spurts. The two whelps that had endeared themselves to him are not so…. "whelpish" anymore with Rhaenys on fourteen years of age and Aegon on ten. The two couldn't be more different from each other. Whereas Rhaenys spent most of her free time pestering him and if possible, ride him, the smaller whelp preferred poring over the countless scrolls and books that are found on his "hoard". In fact he's so timid and quiet that it worried him a bit. In his draconian mind, timid and weak whelps don't live long on the harshness of the world. He would have tried throwing him over the edge to tough the whelp up a bit and give him some grit like his sister if not for the human part in him wresting control and stopping him from carrying out the deed on making Aegon a smear design on the mountainside.

For the two adult two-legs though, he's going to admit that he does not know what to do. He had caught them one day rutting as naked as the day they are born with one another over the small pool created by the falls falling at the side of his lair. Seeing two beautiful men locking lips and going at it with pants and moans echoing rather loudly immediately shut down the human side of him leaving the draconian part of him to….act things out.

That of course involved him fully revealing himself scaring to death the two females before planting his nose to sniff out the extracts between Ashara's legs. To say that his-once-supposed-to-be-prey-two-legs smacked him just as she promised to her lover became literal.

Not that she got away with it of course, the two soon learned who's the true king in this place when he once more swallowed the naked Ashara whole nearly making Elia faint as he gulped the naked woman halfway in his throat and kept her there for a few seconds before spitting her out. As much as he is pissed off with her daring to strike him, Rhaenys loved her aunty Shara and the little two-leg whelp won't be happy if he did that. The two didn't dare lay hands on him again though he made it a habit on pushing his snout every time he could between their legs when they least expected it to shut up his human side much to the displeasure and terror of the two two-legs females (not that he planned to mate with them, oh gods no. He won't dare mate with someone so…..beneath him and without an ounce of dragon blood at all).

Still with his place now in the family intact and the two-whelps-with-dragon-blood adoring him, life couldn't be more perfect and simple once more as he soared through the evening skies with Rhaenys at his back.

The golden dragon on heaven's skies didn't know how fast his life would soon come to change once again.

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Hiya another chappie done. Sorry for those who are teaming up for a Harry X Elia romance, that is a big no-no. One more thing, I noticed that some are protesting as to why the Draconian mind is greater than that of his human once. Simple, he is in a dragon's body with a dragon's instincts and a dragon's soul along with it. The magic in such a body is greater than a human one and that's the reason why the draconian is so powerful despite influenced and tempered by the human one. Also the human part of him is traumatized with death in his last life and are barely holding on.

Next chaps would be more..interesting. So please Review.

PS: Ahem, seriously? You guys want the dragon to "tongue" Elia? Hihihihihi ^_^