Author's Note:

Hello everyone and welcome to another chapter. This one shows a little of the dynamics between Phorcys and Hera and a brief display of his power. I've also started another fic that is based on the first Golden Sun called 'Weakened Fire', its an AU focused on Garet and connects to this one. Thank you those who've shown their support for this story and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 4

Dawn had only just started to appear when Tyrell found himself unceremoniously dragged out of bed.

He landed hard on the floor and glanced up to see Hera staring down at him. She walked towards the door, "Downstairs, now!"

Leaving only that command behind, she swept out of the room. Groaning, the boy stood and stretched, before following her out of the door and down the stairs.

The floor below was one room, furnished with one large table, surrounded by chairs, at its centre and a kitchen area in the corner furthest from the door. Pots and barrels were scattered about the room and Phorcys was sat at the table, while Hera was nowhere to be seen.

Phorcys smiled, "Ah, Tyrell. Do join me."

He gestured to a seat across from him, and Tyrell noticed a breakfast already sat waiting for him. He cautiously came over and sat down, "Where's Hera?"

"Outside." Phorcys answered, "And I apologise for how she woke you, I assume she wasn't gentle with it."

"She literally threw me onto the floor."

The man sighed, "Of course she did." He nodded at the food, "You'll want to start eating that."

The boy eyed it warily, and Phorcys chuckled, "I assure you its quite safe. Letting you get hurt is far from helpful to us, and I certainly do not agree with harming a youngling like yourself."

Hungrily, Tyrell tore into the food, and for a while, said little. Eventually, he looked up at the man, "Why do you sometimes call me 'youngling'?"

Phorcys looked up from a book he'd been reading and smiled, "A slight habit of mine I suppose, it's a term we use for dragons your age. You may only be half-dragon, but it still seems appropriate."

They lapsed into silence for a little more, then Tyrell asked another question, "Why does Hera hate me so much?"

The man briefly rolled his eyes, before returning them to his book as he replied, "Her family is quite an old line, they can trace their family tree back to before Alchemy was sealed, one of the reasons why we know what we do about what happened. With this old line comes an old grudge, they never seemed to quite get over what happened in that ancient war and insist on hating Adepts. A mindset I find incredibly foolish personally." He looked up, "Since your father is an Adept, she considers your mixed heritage something of an abomination. Never mind that that same heritage is the reason you can break the seal on our draconic forms."

"You're telling him too much Phorcys!"

Hera herself walked back in the front door, her face showing her annoyance, "Why do you insist on revealing what he doesn't need to know."

Phorcys blinked in amusement, "Well, Tyrell seems to be a 'him' to you now, not an 'it'. You must be starting to like him."

She growled, "You've not answered my question!"

He idly began leafing through his book again, "Hera, I believe that Tyrell deserves as much disclosure as possible, especially considering the fact we kidnapped him. He has a right to know about the half of his heritage he's unaware of. Also, your hatred of him is hardly hidden, its not like I'm telling him some dark, personal secret of yours."

She snorted, "Regardless, we only need him to break the seal, we can do that without all this foolish coddling."

Phorcys looked up at her sternly, "Hera, I will not allow the mistreatment of a youngling under my care, be they dragon, half-dragon or any other race." He slammed the book closed firmly, "Now, does our path ahead seem clear?"

She nodded, "Yes, only the usual monsters you'd expect, nothing we cannot handle."

"Excellent." Phorcys stood, "Then we best be off, everything we need is packed up already, I'm sure someone will eventually find this place and make use of it themselves once we're gone."

Soon, they were heading north, away from the lone house they'd been in.

Tyrell, now carrying a share of the supplies alongside the two dragons, walked alongside Phorcys. Hera was only a step or two behind, likely keeping a sharp eye on him, and in silence they walked.

Several times, the boy had considered making a break for it, but he felt that he wouldn't get far before he was caught again, plus, he was unarmed and unable to use his psynergy in an unknown wilderness. He had no idea where he was, so he had no idea as to which way to go to try and get back home, so, for the moment, his best option was to stay with his kidnappers and wait.

That and he couldn't deny a desire to know more.

While Phorcys had said a lot the day before, there was a lot of information he hadn't disclosed. Why did they think he was half-dragon? What did unsealing their full power entail? What were they planning to do if they ever unsealed it? What about his mother?

That last question was probably the most prominent in his mind, if he was half-dragon (as Phorcys claimed) then his mother must have been a full dragon, since his father definitely wasn't. In all honesty, he knew little about her, he knew her name, Pele, and that she died soon after giving birth to him, but that was about it. It wasn't that his father had never told him, Tyrell just never thought to ask. Did his dad know that she was a dragon?

Something told him that he hadn't, his father didn't know what was wrong with his psynergy, suggesting that his wife's true nature was unknown. Perhaps his mother was going to reveal it at some point, but why didn't she tell her husband sooner?

Phorcys might have the answers to these questions, the man claimed to be a dragon so if Tyrell's own mother had been one too, then he might've known her.

He glanced at the man beside him, but would he tell him the truth if he had?

The man suddenly put an arm out, halting Tyrell in his tracks. The boy looked at him in surprise to find the dragon staring ahead of them. Following his line of sight, he spotted what had caused their halt.

Three skeletons.

The animated bones were moving in their direction, old swords clutched in their hands. No one was quite sure what caused these monsters to appear, animals were driven wild by high levels of psynergy, either from psynergy stones or another source, but people still hadn't worked out what caused old bones to start moving and attack travellers.

Regardless, they were a threat, especially when you were unarmed as Tyrell was.

Phorcys seemed unafraid, "Do want to take this or shall I Hera?"

The woman shrugged, "I find them more annoying than anything else, they're all yours."

"Very well then."

He strode forwards towards them, blindly, the skeletons sought to attack the man, but they never got a chance.

Almost carelessly, Phorcys swung his arm out. In response, a long whip of water lashed out from said arm and sliced through the three monsters, scattering their bones like confetti. Within about three seconds, the skeletons were defeated and Phorcys turned back to the other two, "Now then, shall we continue."

As if he hadn't just demolished three monsters with a flick of his wrist, the man continued to lead them onwards, Tyrell slightly awed by what he'd seen.

While he knew that skeletons weren't the toughest of foes, destroying them with such ease was incredible, maybe his dad or the other Warriors of Vale were capable of such a feat, but most people would've had more difficulty than that, and it certainly hadn't been psynergy as he knew it.

He definitely wouldn't make it if he tried to run now.

PS-So, lots of unanswered questions still and only a glimpse of Phorcys' power. Please let me know what you thought and maybe give my other Golden Sun story a look. I'll hopefully update soon.