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Woo! That chapter was a hard one. I spent nearly 4 hours straight to re-write it, correct it and finding the best ways to put into words my ideas. The number of times I simply removed a paragraph to start over again, I simply can't count. I really hope that this is good, that Amaria and Mightion's relationship is both clear and don't feel either forced or coming out of nowhere.
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When I finally came back to the world of the living, it wasn't like the last time. Previously, when I woke up in Stormwind's castle courtyard, I had been more than exhausted, incapable of seeing straight for a few seconds and with my body that felt like it had been turned to stone for a time. My mind, slow and confused, took its time to understand what was happening.
No. When I awoke, I felt tired. The good type of tired, where your body finally got the rest it needed. My body was a bit sore and heavy, but nothing that couldn't be managed, resting in a warm bath that helped relaxed me. I opened my eyes after a few seconds, finding myself looking at a familiar dark ground with embers and ashes falling down everywhere. I could hear lava bubbling, the soft wind blowing around me and my own respiration.
Raising my head, I looked in small surprise as I recognised the Obsidian Sanctum. My last memories quickly came back, all of it of small importance as I recalled the fact that we saved Mightion, that I could barely remember watching him as he opened his eyes.
"We did it." I half whispered in relief, closing my eyes as I rested my head on the hardened lava.
I almost couldn't believe it, but he was safe now. True, I had no idea what happened next as I remembered feeling far too exhausted to even stand up, but it didn't matter to me.
Resigning myself to step out of the comfortable lava, knowing that I probably still had a lot more to deal with as well as reassuring a few people, and apologise to others, I pushed myself upward with my forelegs. I was not prepared for the sudden, sharp pain in my right claw, making me growl in pain as I promptly stood out of the lava. Looking in the palm of my claw, I saw a series of deep scars with a light purple tint, all erupting from the centre where the scar was both deeper and darker. It only left me confused for a couple of seconds before I recalled the purple crystal that I broke.
'With hindsight, that probably wasn't a good idea.' I thought as I clenched my claws, wincing briefly as the pain returned stronger.
Trying to ignore it, I slowly made my way up to the portal on all fours, limping lightly at each step I took, not really knowing what would happened next. There would of course be relief at this whole mess being finally over, of Mightion being saved. But there was no way for me to remove the guilt in my chest, the weight of all those who died because of my foolishness. First were the soldiers of the Horde that I killed on my way back to Wyrmrest temple, then the soldiers of Stormwind's castle that died trying to stop me, and lastly all of Wrathion's soldiers who perished against the minions of N'Zoth. While I wasn't feeling any remorse for the latter, it was still partially my fault. Partially because, of course, I wasn't the one who initiated all of this. N'Zoth was the only responsible, I only gave him more options by being careless.
But this left one question remained: what happens now? My initial goal of going around Azeroth was still something I wanted to do, but there were more preoccupating things first, priorities to be respected. Would I need to be checked again for any sign of corruption? Or would I be trained to resist N'Zoth? That was actually something I was interested in now, more than ever. My place in the dragonflights might also change, I had a hard time before to get accepted, it was possible that I would have to do it again. And what about Mightion? Would he stay at the temple or return to wherever he used to live before getting captured? This was entirely possible, but after all that happened I found myself wanting to know more about him, there was no longer the deep love and adoration I felt for him while under N'Zoth influence, but either some of it remained or I was genuinely curious about him.
Putting an end to these thoughts, I stepped out of the portal only to be stopped by the two guards of the Sanctum, both slightly surprised and relieved at the same time.
"Lady Amaria! Are you feeling well?" Instantly started the first one.
"Yes. Have I been out for a long time?" I asked feeling my throat slightly sore.
"Five days, Lady Amaria. Both the Queen and Lord Mightion have been coming to see you every day." Replied the second.
"Really?" I asked surprised by the latter, pleasantly so for some reason. "Where are they now?"
"Her Majesty should be atop the Temple and Lord Mightion left in the morning for Stormwind. He should be back soon."
"Thanks a lot, I'll come back later." I said.
I opened my wings and took off, having to push a bit harder than usual, but not not to the point that it would be impeding, taking my time as I flew out of the Temple and started ascending it. Honesty, it was a bit comforting to know that Mightion wasn't here now. It meant that I could talk with Mother about him without filters. I was happy to know that he was fine, apparently in better shape than me, but that was it. A few dragons from the four other flights, mainly members of the red one, gave me a few nods of acknowledgement, apparently satisfied to see me. Which was a very welcome surprise, I would have expected them to sneer and try to avoid me as they did before.
Pushing my wings just a bit more, I landed on the platform, instantly noticing the other dragons already there. There was Alexstrasza, talking with Chronormu and Merithra, all three in their dragon forms and talking between each other but stopped as soon as I arrived. Without a word, the two smaller dragons stepped aside to let mother pass as she looked at me, eyes slightly more opened than usual and filled with an incredible amount of love and care.
"My Daughter, finally you awake." She said softly, right before she was on me.
"Nice to see you too. And I'm so sorry for worrying you, I've been told it's been five days." I replied, nuzzling her neck as she did the same, both of us enjoying the other's company.
"There's nothing to apologise for. All that you did, all that happened, it was N'Zoth fault." Mother continued.
This reminded me of all that happened before we actually saved Mightion. How I betrayed everyone, how I listened to N'Zoth and attacked my friends and allies, how I caused the death of many in my path. Picturing the destruction that I brought on Stormwind's castle, the corpses covered in drapes; I couldn't help but freeze on the spot. I had thought about it all briefly after being freed from N'Zoth but quickly forgot in the rush of the moment, and even now after waking up, I almost brushed them all aside.
But now that it was over, now that I wasn't completely exhausted anymore and didn't have Mightion to save, I could only be ashamed and guilty of what I did. Even if Mother was right in the fact that it was N'Zoth whispers that led me to this, that it was the madness that took over when I destroyed the castle, I couldn't help but know that it was also my fault. In my forced love, crazy hurry to save Mightion, I condemned many people. This reminded me of the conversation I had a while ago with Anduin, where I called him on his methods and compared him to Arthas for being so ready to do anything to save his people. But now I had become the 'Arthas', I was the one who had been ready to sacrifice everything to save Mightion and I hadn't been able to stop myself. It had been Tyrygosa, Anduin and everyone else who stopped me.
I could only think about how I failed. Mightion was safe, I was saved too, but at such a heavy cost.
"No." I wheezed out slowly.
"Daughter?"
"I will have to face the consequences of what I did. Even by taking in account N'Zoth whispers, I was the one who was too weak to resist and brought so much death in my wake. I should have come to you as soon as I heard them, but I didn't." I told her as I pushed her away slowly.
"Perhaps, but remember that you're not the first one to fall to the Old Gods. Neltharion was an Aspect as powerful as me and even he couldn't resist indefinitely before he succumbed to madness and became Deathwing. We will do our best to correct this monumental mistake, make sure that you are ready to fight them should they ever come back. But please, don't burden yourself with all of this." She pleaded me.
"I won't. It will not be a burden, but a reminder of what I did. And I will do whatever I can to apologise for what I did." I said, completely adamant about this. I didn't voiced it out loud, but where it took me a couple of days or hours, I couldn't tell exactly, to fall to N'Zoth corruption, it took several millennia for Deathwing.
Mother looked at me for a few seconds in silence before sighing lightly, backing down.
"Alright. Let's put these thoughts aside for now, you've just woke up, it is a time for joy, not sadness."
"Right. By the way, do you know when Mightion will be back? I'd like to talk to him." I asked.
"In the hour I would say, he was only delivering a few things for Anduin and he told me that he had a few words to share with him. But before you meet him, I believe that we should have a little talk." She told me sternly.
"Oh?"
With a nod to the two other dragons that were still there, Mother passed in front of me and jumped in the air. Not waiting for an invitation, I gave a small smile to Chronormu and Merithra before following my Mother that was already making her way toward her chambers. The two guards standing at the entrance opened the doors before Alexstrasza could even land and I followed her inside. The loud clang of the doors closing echoed slightly in the large room as Mother turned around, looking at me intensely and almost making me feel uncomfortable.
"Before we dive in, could you tell me how's your claw? I did my best, but not everything can be healed." She said with a touch of sadness.
"It hurts a bit, but I can walk as long as I don't push too much." I answered honestly.
"Can I?" She asked.
I lifted my claw toward her and she gave it a critical examination, looking at it from several angles before she opened her mouth and let out a ruby-red flame that engulfed my claw without hurting me in the slightest. On the contrary, it relaxed me a bit as the pain was slightly relieved and I watched in amazement the purple in the scars diminish slightly.
"I'm afraid that this will never fully heal. With time, I will be able to remove all traces of the twisted energies that dug in your flesh, but the scar shall remain." She explained.
"Don't worry, I have a long history with lifelong scars." I replied with a chuckle, thinking about both the lightning and the 'I must not tell lies' scars on my old body.
"Do not joke about this. Do you have any idea how worried I was when I received word that you were falling to the corruption? I saw and felt all my past mistakes repeat themselves once again." Mother headbutted me on the arm, a stern yet incredibly worrying gaze in her eyes.
"I- sorry." I lowered my head.
"You will remain here until you are both healed and trained to resist N'Zoth whispers. That is non negotiable." She added.
"Yeah, I probably deserve that."
"Its not a matter of deserving, daughter. I only want you safe, can you blame me for that?" She asked rhetorically.
"No." I exhaled loudly.
"Good. Now that this is settled, I believe I don't need to tell you how foolish and stupid your actions were, even under the whispers of the old gods." Mother scolded me.
"Its only now that I realise it." I completely agreed.
"Then we can move on to Mightion."
"Is there a problem?" I asked worried.
"Not in the way you think. I believe that it would be safer to share with you what happened while you slept." She told me.
"Oh. Please, continue."
"After you fell unconscious, we gave Mightion a very short summary of what happened and told him to come with us. He was still a bit weak but managed to follow us as me and Tyrygosa took you out of the cave. I invited Wrathion to join us and he surprisingly did, escorting us as I carried you back here. As it was a matter of dragons, Anduin, Jaina and Genn returned to Stormwind with the only request to be kept updated about your health. As soon as we arrived, both Wrathion and Mightion took you in the sanctum and allowed me to keep coming everyday to check on you." She explained as she sat on her haunches.
"So where's Wrathion? Did he went with Mightion?" I asked, having completely forgotten about the other black dragon.
"No. I only got to share a few words with him and he assured that he would come back to the temple one day to take the mantle of aspect of the black dragonflight, but until then he will remain in the shadows. He and Mightion exchanged privately for quite a while and I was told afterwards that it was a matter only to be heard by members of the black dragonflight. I swear that this young one is going to exhaust me faster than any other." Mother sighed annoyed.
"He gave me the same impression, both eccentric and quite power-hungry. And I can't deal with constant smile and smirks." I added.
"Yes, he is especially irritating in that regard. Following this, Wrathion took his leave and I haven't heard from him since. Mightion has remained at the temple most of the time and spent quite a lot of it watching over you, you simply happened to wake up in his short absence."
"Right. What did he said?" I asked slightly creeped out by the fact that he watched me sleep, but also reassured to know that he apparently didn't blame me.
"He was at first quite closed, refusing to share with me, but after some insistance he finally revealed that he cut off his connection to Azeroth in an attempt to separate himself from the rest of the black dragonflight. By refusing his natural gift, he was spared by the whispers of the old gods but also lost most of his powers. It is in his weakened state that the Twilight Hammer found him and started forcefully corrupting him until Wrathion found him, took him away and put him to sleep to slow down the old gods corruption." Explained Mother.
"Yes, but about me?" I nervously pressed my mother before realising what I just said. "I-I mean, I just want to know if he is mad at me."
Alexstrasza booming laugh took me by surprise as I didn't saw anything funny in my situation.
"Oh daughter, you are simply so refreshing to me. But fret not. Mightion has asked about you and was more than awed when he learned the extents you reached to save him. When he learned of the manipulation made on you, he was quite concerned about any potential traces that could have remained but I assured him that the Shard of Light purified you just like it did for him. I do not know how he truly feels about you, but based on the attention he has given you, I believe that you have nothing to worry about." She smiled down at me.
I let out a big sigh of relief that I didn't know I had been holding.
"I feel sorry for you, daughter." Sadly continued Alexstrasza. "Emotions are powerful things, to be manipulated and crushed in such a way is truly terrible. Your not attracted to him anymore, are you?"
"Not really, thankfully. The way I remember it, I looked like a creepy and crazy person. But..." I couldn't help but linger.
"Yes?" She invited me to continue.
"I... its not love, or at least not in the way I know it. I haven't really fell in love with anyone, I had feelings for a friend back in school and I kinda start to feel a bit of the same for Mightion." I said, being honest with myself even if I sort of didn't liked it. "I don't know if it was a childish love or anything more."
"Hmm. That is interesting."
"Why? Do you think I still have some of N'Zoth influence?" I asked worried.
"Oh, not a single chance, not after all the checks we did. Mightion was concerned over your age though." Stated mother, completely out of the blue.
I snapped my head toward her, eyes opened wide as horror ran through me. Only for her to laugh out loud again.
"I'm jesting daughter!" Assured me Mother with a large smile on her draconic face. "He was surprised, but when I informed him that it was a natural development for you, he didn't pressed the issue."
"What do you mean? You've told him about my past?" I asked as dread took over me, feeling betrayed. It wasn't how I had planned to meet him, not with him already knowing my most important secret. What would Mightion say he if learned that I used to be human? A male?
"No, daughter, only that you grew up far quicker than any other dragon and that you were already an adult. The truth of your past is yours to deliver." She reassured me.
"How old is he?"
"Shouldn't you be asking him?" My mother raised an eyebrow.
"Please." I begged.
"Fine, fine. He is two-thousand six-hundred and forty-seven years old." She relented.
I stood silent at that, forcing myself to remember that my own mother was more than ten thousands years old and looked like a goddess. I hadn't thought before of Mightion as an old man but it briefly crossed my mind as I accepted the age that mother just gave me.
"Okay. It'll take some time to get used to, you all live so long that it's almost worrying. But what should I do now?" I asked mother.
"Now? Well it will be between you and Mightion isn't it?" She replied with mirth.
"I know, but is there something that I need to do? I'm not even sure if I want to start anything, I'm still feeling awkward at the idea of being with another dragon. Even if we can take human form. I don't really mind anymore being in love with a male, I only found it a tiny bit weird." I started to go on, hundreds of thoughts and ideas gathering in my head.
"Calm down, daughter. He remained at your side when you were injured and unconscious, you have nothing to worry about." Comforted me mother.
I forced myself to calm down, taking a few deep breaths as mother remained close to me, draping a wing on my back.
"Lets go wait for him atop the temple." She told me.
"Okay." I agreed.
We both made our way toward the large doors of the chambers and, I have no idea how they could have known, the two guards outside opened them just as we reached the threshold. Standing outside, I was about to open my wings when a large black shape flying toward us got all my attention.
Perfectly still, I waited as I watched Mightion coming closer to the temple, and when he turned his head toward me I felt my eyes lock with his, both of us staring at each other for a couple of seconds before he veered toward us. With every beat of his wings that brought him closer, I took in the details of his entire body, his rippling muscles and massive wings making him even bigger than he actually was. The rubies embedded in his horns shone with the light of the sun and accentuated his features, his large jawline that was slightly similar to Neltharion's, his deep red/orange eyes that burned with an intensity unmatched and a prestance that instantly carried over. I couldn't describe this feeling properly, for it wasn't love, but a sort of greater curiosity, perhaps mixed with a slight awe. To put it simply, he was nice to look at.
Was I deluding myself? I like to think not, but I sincerely couldn't swear to be honest about this.
But after a couple more seconds, he came to land in front of us, closing his wings as the four pillars that were his legs supported him, his long tail ending in a mace like shape helping him balance himself as he took a few steps forward. He was quite buffed, even for a dragon, almost exaggeratedly so, but it was impressive nonetheless.
"You're back earlier than I expected, Mightion. How was Anduin?" Interrupted mother.
I snapped out of it and shook my head for a seconds before giving her a small glance, catching her slight, amused smirk before returning my eyes on Mightion.
"He is well, my queen. He appreciates your present." Replied Mightion in a deep, rough voice that took me by surprise. His voice was so strong, matching his appearance so much that it was almost funny. But I managed to restrain myself from showing it.
"Let me formally introduce you my daughter Amaria, who just woke up." Continued mother.
"Amaria. It is an honour to finally meet you. I can't express how relieved I am to see you awake, especially now that I know all you have done to save me from the old gods." He said bowing his head slightly.
"Nice to meet you too in person. I mean, awake." I said a bit stupidly. "And you don't have to be thankful for anything, I did a lot of bad things to save you. Not that I didn't wanted to save you, just that I would have preferred to be me. What I want to say is that I wasn't myself back then."
The answer I gave and what he said earlier were in such different tones that I couldn't help but berate myself for it. I blushed hard even if it wasn't visible through my scales and looked down slightly.
"I will leave the two of you alone. I believe you have a lot to talk about. Come find me when you are done, daughter, there is still a few things I'd like to discuss." Smiled mother.
Without leaving me the chance to answer, she took off and went toward the top of the temple where I watched her disappear, quickly bringing my eyes back toward Mightion who was still in front of me. I instantly felt very uncomfortable at being alone before him, not out of fear or worry but simply because I didn't know what to say or do. There wasn't really any connection between us beside what N'Zoth did to the both of us, without N'Zoth I probably would have never heard of Mightion. And going even further, Wrathion might have managed to save him on his own. But talking about what could have happened would lead nowhere.
So here we were, staring at each other without saying a word as a few seconds passed, me fidgeting and him completely stoic.
"Would you prefer that we stay here, or go in the sanctum?" He suggested.
"The sanctum." I instantly replied.
He nodded and turned toward the ledge of the platform we were at before diving in the air, angling to the right and down toward the entrance of the sanctums. Not wasting a second, I flew after him and remained close as we reached the portal for the Obsidian Sanctum. The guards gave us a brief nod but I didn't cared, only following Mightion inside.
When I arrived on the other side, I saw Mightion make his way toward the large lava pool in the center of the sanctum and I went after him with a small limp in my gait, stopping by his side as we stopped just before entering the lava both of us sitting on our haunches.
What could I say? Should I speak first or wait for him to open the conversation? Perhaps I was overthinking this, but I was mainly confused about how to interact with him. It was weird enough that I remembered having those feelings of crushing love for him, but not feeling like this anymore and yet still feeling something toward him made me undecided about what to say. I was very anxiously thinking about all of this, afraid that I might making seem like I was coming onto him when it wasn't the case or simply looking like I was in love with him. Which I wasn't.
And while I pondered about this, Mightion stood passive and immobile, without a single emotion showing on his face and staring in the lava until he closed his eyes for a few seconds.
"How is your claw?" He asked me gently, his deep voice still rumbling but with a kindness that hadn't been present before.
I was so unprepared for such a question that I froze for a few seconds, rebooting my brain as I processed what he just said.
"A bit painful." I confessed, looking at my claw. The purple scars weren't clashing on my black scales but they were plenty visible, spreading all around the palm and going up on each claw.
He looked at it too and frowned deeply. I tried to wonder why, getting a few ideas until one of the weirdest or rather most improbable one popped in my head: the possibility that he might have feelings for me. I had only considered all of this from my point of view, so much that I never thought even once if he had feelings for me too. Which didn't helped me in the least, I was quite unsure about what to do and say, the situation being awkward enough as it was, so I wasn't even sure what I could say should he prove my guesses right.
And about my claw, what could he be thinking about? Was he simply being nice, or was he truly caring for me? If so, was he considering this a weakness, something that would slow me down constantly? How was it possible that I kept having worries like this puzzled me for a bit, but in the moment I couldn't care less.
But then he took a deep breath, as if coming to a decision.
"I think we should start this over with less formalities in the way. Its a pleasure to meet you Amaria, I've been eagerly waiting for you to wake up." He said finally turning toward me as I did the same.
"I- ah... right. Its nice to meet you too." I said and instantly regretted how lame it sounded, switching my train of thoughts entirely once again.
"May I ask a bit of a personal question?" He asked me.
"Yes." I meekly said.
"Have you been in love before?" Mightion asked me.
'Why does he starts with the hard question? Should I say the truth?' I started to think quickly. The answer was yes, I had been in love before, but it sadly never went anywhere. Did it meant that I felt true love or a sort of love? An affection for another or just being infatuated. I had no idea.
"I don't know." I confessed.
"I see. Are you uncomfortable with me being here?" He kept asking.
"What? No! No! I- its just that I- I'm not sure of what I should feel. Its not your fault!" I blurted out, thinking I had messed up.
"Then would you mind if I lay those fears to rest?" He said.
What was that supposed to mean? I wasn't sure but I was anxiously waiting for his answer.
I nodded.
"I'm certain that what you experienced in the last days was either traumatic or at the very least disturbing. Being forced to love another without even noticing it, I can't imagine how this feels like. Alexstrasza told me a bit about you, but she made it clear that you would be the one to reveal your past, as it should be. And I was quite surprised about how young you were and how little you knew about our world, how eager you were to discover it. And in a way, I am envious of such a view of Azeroth, seeing it more for its wonders than its darkness." He started.
Daring not to interrupt him, I nodded again a bit to show that I was listening closely to his words.
"What you did for me, it is more than anyone ever did. You went through much hardships to save me, and I am infinitely grateful for that. But, it isn't the only reason I wanted to talk with you. I find you attractive, and what I've heard of you as well as what little conversation we just had, show me that you are quite different from most dragons of our flight. You are young, so you do not know this yet, nor will you have to experience it, but many of our flight spent a long time alone in forced isolation, in a vain attempt to escape the grasp of the old gods. For me, love never was a priority and never did I felt alone, it is an existence that I came to term with long ago as the number of dragons in our flight dwindled to near nothing. I had encounters with other females before and it did led to a few eggs, but never have I felt what I am feeling for you right now, this sensation of attachment and will to not be away from you." Mightion continued, his eyes showing that he was thinking of older times even when he looked at me.
His right wing extended over me and he very gently put it on my back before pulling me slightly closer. I was surprised by the touch, having listened intently to every word he said with an unmatched attention, but I didn't pushed him back. It felt a bit awkward, a little bit like a stranger touch which it was, but I found myself not really minding it.
"Before, I would have never thought of coming back here. I was only a very young drake at the time so it is no surprise that I wasn't remembered by our queen, but with Sartharion guarding the sanctum I didn't felt welcome. Barely ten years ago there was still so many us, not enough to rival the red flight but still enough to be considered one. But today, there are only so few of us left, decimated by the madness of the old gods. And I find myself longing for someone for the first time in my life; that someone is you Amaria." The massive dragon beside me said as he was now completely leaning against me.
I didn't know what to do. His story had been entrancing, and his clear, open admission of his feelings for me showed that he was decided when I was still trying to find out where I was standing about him. Did I had feelings for him? Not much, I still had a bit of a hard time with the idea of being in love after N'Zoth's manipulation, and I didn't really knew him. But I felt a connection. It wasn't much, but I didn't felt too uncomfortable next to him and I didn't minded his presence, so it had to count for something.
I found myself leaning back against him, giving in to those feelings. He wasn't rejecting me and had been clear about his feelings, which helped me to know where I could go and how to react. He practically admitted being in love with me. He hadn't said it yet, but I now knew that it was how he felt, and I found myself not minding it. Perhaps mother was wrong and I still had a bit of N'Zoth's forced love on me, but either I was aware enough to know it or I simply didn't cared. Going any further than that would take time, though staying with him right now was appealing to me.
"I don't really know what to say, or if I truly love you." I let out, turning to look into his eyes. "But I do not mind staying alongside you for now."
A light veil of surprise passed on his face, but was instantly banished by a smile.
"I suppose it shall do for now." Mightion chuckled. "But let me say it clearly: I love you, Amaria."
"I- thank you, I guess." I said as he let out a laugh, clearly finding my way of words amusing. "What? No one ever said that to me before." I replied indignantly.
"I see. I believe that with time, you shall know either to love me back or not." He said.
"Are you not... angry or sad that I can't gave you a clear answer?" I asked concerned.
"No. I am a dragon of certitudes, I know that you will come to love me. The only question is when." He chuckled again.
I didn't really know how to answer to that display of absolute confidence.
"Would you accept to be my mate?" He asked as he moved his head back slightly.
Mate. In dragon society, it is the equivalent of wife or husband. Not exactly that but close enough. I wasn't at this stage yet.
"If you're so certain that I will love you one day, then you won't mind if I say no for now?" I said with a little smile. "Do dragons know the world girlfriend? Because the concept of mating is way out of bounds for me right now." I asked.
"I do not mind, but I thought that dragonesses loved to have eggs to watch over." Mightion replied raising a surprised eyebrow.
"Well I certainly do want children at some point but... just, not now. Or this year. Nor the next decade." I said apologetic.
'Should I tell him now about my past? What if I wait and he is disappointed?' I worried myself.
"I can accept that deal." He said back to nuzzling me.
"I grew up among humans." I couldn't stop myself. I had to come clean, to be truthful now, because I knew that keeping this hidden from him wouldn't be good in the future. "I- This is a very long and weird tale but I swear that all of it is true. If you can let me explain..."
"Speak without fear, I will listen." Mightion comforted me, even if there was a tension in his voice that hadn't been there before, a hardness that was only partially hidden.
"...and can you please promise to not be mad? Or disappointed?" I still asked feeling like I was risking a lot here, afraid that the bond we were creating was being put in danger.
"I promise." He swore.
Taking a very deep breath, both to prepare myself for telling my tale and strengthen myself, I started recounting the story of my life.
"It took me a long time to get used to this new body and identity but I'm doing better today. That's- that's why I was afraid you would reject me as well as why I'm quite reluctant about being in a real relationship. Its just quite awkward to me even after a year." I finished my tale with a bit less certitude and reassurance.
Head slightly down, I gave him a short glance, trying to judge his expression. During all of my tale he interrupted me many times, but since I started talking about my arrival in Azeroth he didn't said another word, making me worry that it was a step too far for him.
"Never have I heard such story." Mightion started with a perfectly calm and emotionless voice. "But since you have something to confess, so do I. Let me be honest. I expected a lot of things from you, I am grateful for your sincerity, but your past as a human is by far a very... unwelcome news."
I winced at that. Had I been the one in his place, I would have thought the same. Being told by the one you love that they aren't who they're supposed to be, that got to hurt a lot. And I didn't really had any apologies to offer, all these changes came from nowhere and were completely out of my control. I was at least hoping that he could see that.
"I hate humans." He suddenly dropped with a very short growl. "They are as filled with as much hatred and cruelty as any other creatures but most don't acknowledge this. They are often prone to overreact, to attack and kill before knowing that what they have before them is a threat."
Out of anything he could have said, I wasn't expecting that. Finding me weird for my past, who I used to be or who I actually was, those were what I expected. Knowing that his distaste for me was actually for a hatred for all humans was slightly less hurtful but I couldn't help wonder the why. And I wasn't agreeing with his argument, I saw and met plenty of other races as war-loving as humans, if not worse. It also made me wonder what it could mean for the two of us. My head was full of questions, submerged by several emotions, the biggest ones being confusion and hurt.
"But you have nothing to worry about." He continued with a kinder tone.
Turning back to him surprised and hopeful, I was taken aback by the small smile on his face.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes. Tell me, who are you right now?" He asked.
"Amaria." I responded naturally.
"So you are the female that saved me, not a human I never heard of." He kept going.
"I- yes." I agreed.
"Then I am in love with you, Amaria. I care not for who you used to be, for this person isn't real in this world and never was. Perhaps your past experiences as Harry Potter led you here, but he isn't you and you aren't him." Mightion assured as he brushed his head against mine.
Reciprocating the move, I let out a low purr of happiness and pressed onto his bigger frame, completely enjoying where I was. His words made sense and weren't far from what mother told me long ago, comforting in that it was true. Harry Potter is dead, still on Earth and dearly missed by his loved ones. At least I hope. And I was Amaria, daughter of Alexstrasza and member of the black dragonflight, now in a relationship with Mightion.
"Thank you." I told him softly, appreciating his honesty and his answer.
"I understand why you wish to wait before mating and I shall be patient. In the meantime, we can learn more about each other." Mightion replied softly.
"I would love to."