Jessi: Sorry for the late update but I was kind of distracted by results day. I did very well though :)

Tiamet knelt on the wooden floor of the corridor and closed his eyes. He could still see with his eyes closed, but it was much more different than anything any mortal had seen before.

Magic flowed in its own path, much like a river. On this magic rich world it was easy to see, an eternity of blue-silver, the very Weave itself. Around the deity it flowed close, like a cat rubbing itself against him.

He deepened his concentration, widening his vision, taking in the city of Waterdeep.

Waterdeep was home to powerful mages and magical artefacts both minor and major. Around the mammal dwelling known as Blackstaff Tower the Weave surrounded it, mixing in with the very mortar itself. To the deity it appeared as a tangled cylinder-shaped mesh of magic.

His son was surprisingly easy to find. Chelevva's body appeared as a silver outline around a brilliant core of magic. From this core magic flowed freely in and out of his polymorphed form. It was odd to see him like this. The strange mix of deities that had brought forth the platinum dragon gave him a vast array of abilities, one of which was to hide within the Weave itself.

"Why are you just sitting there Chelevva," the deity opened his eyes again and stood, "when you can hide yourself even from my sight?"

He spoke an incantation and vanished from the corridor.

Chel sat huddled on the roof of a tall building, in the shelter of a chimney stack. He hadn't bothered to replace his robes magically or otherwise so the torn material flapped in the wind. His chin rested on his knees and his arms were wrapped about his legs.

He sensed the ripples in the Weave that meant that someone had teleported onto the roof to his left. His father had come to collect him.

Tiamet was flung backwards, away from Chelevva. Sparks flared to life as he struggled against the younger dragon's spell with his own magic. Even with his deity's strength he was still pushed slowly backwards along the rooftop.

"Enough!" the Dragon Lord's eyes widened. This shouldn't be happening! His teeth ground against each other as he poured more of his strength into countering the spell. The thin mammal arms trembled violently then each one shattered, the bones now in a thousand pieces, "Chelevva!"

As suddenly as it had come the magic stopped. The deity fell to his knees, blood pouring down his useless, limp arms and soaking into the sleeves of his robes. Beneath the dark robes his rake thin chest heaved.

You haven't regained your full strength. Much of your power still lies about the mountain and this city.

Tiamet looked up as a voice came into his head,

"It was you who spoke to me during my fight with Tiamat."

Yes.

"And got rid of the vermin?" despite himself the deity smiled, "And I thought you hated me."

There was no reply from the younger dragon and Tiamet walked over to his side, meeting no resistance, his arms healing on the way. Chel did not move, not even when his father sat down next to him.

"Chelevva," said the older dragon finally, "why did you leave Mercuria?"

Chel continued to stare straight ahead, face blank.

"Do you truly hate me?"

An expression of agony crossed the dragon's beautiful face,

"You are my father and my deity. I love you... but..."

"Then why leave? You have everything back at my Court."

"Exactly... I hate the Court. I hate being trotted out as... as some kind of pet! I hate the females who swarm over my lair. I hate the endless bowing and scraping. I hate..." Chel trailed off.

"These feelings are not unfamiliar to you. I've been aware of your... depression since your childhood. All of your treasures and honours have not made you happy?"

"No."

"Leaving the Court did not make you happy?"

"No."

"Vengeance against our ancient enemy... the one who caused all of this... this has not made you happy?"

"Does this have a point, Father?" Chel glared at his god.

"Allow an old fool one more question please," Tiamet spoke again when his son nodded for him to continue, "What, if anything, has made you happy?"

Chel stared off into the distance. It was a long time before he spoke but when he did his voice was chocked,

"Vale-uke..."

"And you are angry at me because I possessed her and hurt her. If I didn't care about you how would I know that?" the deity leant back, staring up into the sky, "I heard all of your prayers while you have been here. I worried constantly about you and whether you would come back at all but I could not bring myself to force you to come back. You were not happy in Mercuria."

There was a long silence. It was broken by Chel's soft voice,

"But... you like to worry. It gives you something to do."

"...Was that a joke Chelevva?" a smile brightened up the god's face, widening as the younger dragon laid his head on his shoulder, "Poor hatchling," he pulled Chel into a hug, "An elven lover is... an unusual choice but, then again, you have never been a typical dragon."

"I have your blessing, Father?"

"Of course. Consider your stint of chastity done. It may continue, however, if you do not do something. Vale is currently riding out of Waterdeep very fast."

"What?"

"Oh, yes," he glanced down at his son's expression of anxiety, "She is already four miles outside the city in that direction," he pointed.

Chel vanished instantly. Alone on the rooftop the deity smiled and turned to watch the sunset.