Destined to be

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Vern "Do you also doubt me?" My mother was sobbing. Her tears......the way she stuttered…….just like the days when my father had found his mate………..words got stuck in my throat.......I sat unmoving as if bound by an enchantment...........Watching her break down.....I looked down. My fists were clenched and my dragon, Drachenne was hurting. She was my mother. It was natural for Drachenne to feel the mother dragon’s pain. My firm resolution seemed to have vanished. Instead it was replaced by an uncertainty and unease. I felt that I lacked concrete evidence against her. Most importantly, my mother too could be a victim. And, even if she wasn't seeing her in a mess my heart wanted to believe that she was being played like a chess piece....being manipulated by a third party....that was out to help the Aneglur King return to his former glory. Unable to see her in this state I did what I had done as a child. I kneeled before her chair and held her hands. I was not great with words but, I wanted to assure her that I would keep her safe. She stopped crying and as she looked at me I knew that my mother had understood what I wanted to convey. The baby dragon had grown up and was capable of shielding her. She kenw that she could rely on me. As I looked into those teary eyes I found myself promising that if my mother had ineed swiatched sides to the evil I would help her return. In my eyes I hoped for her to see a son’s unspoken words-The boy had grown up and the man before her was capable of righting wrongs if only she could believe her son. We sat thus for a long time and images of my childhood flashed by. She had flung me in the air as I loved that feeling as a kid.....she was there when my dragon first emerged.....caring for me as I was down with fever......personally taking care of my meals...........getting along with my father even after he had found his mate and becoming my armour against my father’s abuse.......when my dad tried to kill me, because as his son and heir I hampered his chance to be with his mate, who for some reason was anxious in my presence. Time passed and as I grew up the two of us gradually drifted away. Arguments between us became common and we often disagreed on matters pertaining to governance as she refused to accept the changes I wished to usher in the Dragon Realm. However, I always attributed her conceited nature to the way she was raised. In fact, that is precisely how most of the dragons belonging to noble clans from the Dragon Realm were. As a youngster my outrageous behaviour surpassed that of all the rest. But, as I grew older and learnt more, I became humble. Flashback His Holiness's private island for ‘The Elite’ "Now, will you dare interrupt me again?" "No dragon prince." What I disliked the most was how anyone thought that they had the right to preach…” "And you are......" "I am a teacher." "Say that again........."A fool no taller than my waist called himself a teacher. Nothing was more amusing. I could see the ‘dwarf’ teacher's legs shaking and I wanted to make him experience my dragon's fire. He was not being entirely honest. "Are you not from 'The Merchants' in the Werewolf Realm?" "Yes I am." "Don't you know that they are the same as 'The Trade' of our Dragon Realm?" The teacher remained quiet. Weak is the word that crossed my mind as I continued to evaluate this teacher. Seriously, what did His Holiness think when he appointed him as an instructor at his private island. Did he even match up to the newly arrived young supernaturals like us? Since it was my first day here I intended to go and look for my best friend Jake. As such I decided to leave him for this one time. 'Hmm......You are silent. This is good. You should know your position. You might have some abilities but, someone like you.....I refuse to learn from you." "Then what kind of a person do you wish to learn from? My speech was interrupted by a voice clear and powerful……now this definitely belonged to someone from a ruling clan, a man who could make others take death willingly. Before I knew, a Supernatural, with long hair tied in a pony, dressed in gold robes with purple borders, waved his hand and in the space between that werewolf and me a star emerged. The star emitted a brilliant glow and as he approached closer, even Drachenne had to bow. On the right chest of his robe was embroidered an A and I immediately understood that this was the legendary Anodyne all of us had heard so much of. I extended my hand to shake his…..I was a fan….I had read and heard so much…..I realized what ‘having butterflies in your stomach’ meant for the first time in my life. But he brushed past me saying, "Are you even qualified?" This was a first. I had been insulted. However, understanding that the one before me was amongst the most powerful Supernatural beings, I could only sigh. Power mattered in the Supernatural Dimension and he had the right to treat me this way. He walked further and bowed before the very man I had insulted. "Teacher, I was late," he said and kneeled before the werewolf. The 'lowly' supernatural smiled. "You have never made me wait before, Azarius, and I was informed of the urgent matter you had to attend to." The Anodyne smiled and said, "Why are you so generous to these new ones. When we were young you were not so kind to us." "Silly boy," said the lowly teacher, "You all were my responsibility. Those were beautiful days when......." "Teacher, you are still the same for us. To save so many, you sacrificed your powers and the poison was locked in your right leg. For our welfare and safety, your wolf gladly accepted that he would be crippled forever. You gave up your prime years so that we could enjoy ours. Teacher no matter what........." "Now......I am already growing old. You are making me sentimental. As long as you remember this old man, frail as I am, I will be happy. However you....” The ‘fool’ teacher seemed angry at the mighty Anodyne who interrupted him midway and said, "I know what next you'd speak but please come with me. I will satisfy you with my explanation." Anodyne walked away supporting the teacher I had just mocked at. Feeling uneasy I tried to chase them but realized that the star form before had presented a barrier which blocked me from approaching them. A few of my sidekicks wanted to praise me but, my heart felt uncomfortable for the first time. He was an old man. I wondered what was wrong with me that I insulted him. What I hated the most was that he never reprimanded me even once, but, instead looked at me with eyes filled with compassion. I hated being pitied. The next day the esteemed Anodyne came up as our instructor. Our jaws fell as he alone defeated fifteen of us.....the smartest in the Supernatural Dimension over the last few years. What finally got me was how my dragon submitted to him as he transformed into one. He was the only Anodyne who could change into a dragon and this was indeed huge. The Anodyne departed with very simple words, "Keep improving. Pulling ranks is often very harmful. Someone, somewhere, despite being ordinary, despite the odds they are facing today, will surpass you if you become complacent and care about the irrelevant. Being a better version of what you were yesterday is desirable. You can be good but never the best." The inapproachable Anodyne later became my favourite senior. Being with him, following him humbled me. I realized that the world was not revolving around me. I realized that I was at the most an important spoke in a wheel..........that my position as a prince was not a privilege but a responsibility...........I would try to make things better in the dragon realm. With that I left the private island. End My mother however, grew up in a gilded cage. Her few and far between interactions to the outside world limited her understanding and hence never realized how much she had missed out on. One day when I returned after a heated argument with my mum, my senior had counseled me. "Change if abrupt might spark discontent....if gradual would have the chance of being supported by those who matter.” I don’t know why I suddenly recalled my senior’s lines today. Disrespecting her, hurting her, doubting her………my head was aching for the first time. My dragon was too quiet today. As my mother’s sobs lessened, I decided to use magic to put her to sleep. “Do not disturb her,” I instructed the guards outside. Returning to my room I sat on my desk and wondered on what had gone wrong between my mother and I. Was our relationship indeed beyond repair? We no longer talked to each other and did things that in our opinion were the best. My mother might be in the wrong but, as a son I could not abandon her. I wanted her to be happy, to let go of her prejudices. I wanted her to be the same that she was when I was a child. As for being on the wrong side.........I would work it out and hoped that she'd someday set the example of a queen who was loved and had turned over a new leaf. The loneliness of being at the top of the food chain sometimes really disturbed me. There were servants at my beck and call. People bent backward to cater to my whims. None had the ability to stand up against anything I did. Right or wrong, “Yes Lord Prince……,” was what my subordinates would say. My ears were tired till my mate Emily entered my life and began arguing. I recalled her standing up for the injustice to the part-aneglur boy. She was right and was more courageous than me. I recalled how her lips puckered when she was annoyed. I missed her arguments. I missed her passionate advocacy for the right. I missed her mischievous smile. “Drachenne why is she always on my mind? Why can I not forget her? Why can I not accept that we have broken up? Why do I care for he? Why.....why............Drachenne……Drachenne.........are you listening? Drachenne's words left me speechless, “You will never get over her prince. The two of you are destined to be.”
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