Book 15: Chapter 66
It truly was a night full of surprises. The yo-yo rollercoaster of emotions I experienced that night was honestly hard to deal with. As a matter of fact, I was somewhat scared. I had the right to be. I was up against just one dragon in the desert. All of a sudden, I was surrounded by a horde of them.
If there was somebody in that village who didn’t sleep at night and gazed at the sky, they would’ve been frightened. Perhaps the dragons in the surrounding area heard mom’s woeful cry. The dragons that had to split up into smaller groups were alerted and flew over here to Mom. They were searching for fellow dragons just as Mom searched for them. They must’ve been very excited to see a dragon here.
Dragon Mom and I were surrounded in the centre. All of the dragons had different appearances. Mom was a black dragon with some brown. These dragons, on the other hand, were all silver dragons. Their scales shined underneath the moonlight, dazzling our eyes. The dragons had us surrounded. They lied down to curiously scan us. I could feel their hot breaths all around me. The tension led to me grabbing onto Mom’s arm.
Mom softly said, “Don’t be scared, Son.”
I nodded and then looked at Mom’s face. Compared to me, who was scared, Mom’s gaze was filled with joy and excitement. She gently cleared her throat. She then began to talk to the dragons in the hard to understand language that I hadn’t heard in a long time.
Hearing their language garnered cheerful cheers from the dragons. The excitedly exchanged eye contact with each other and then looked at Mom. The leader, who was the largest silver dragon, lowered its head to salute her. I thought the dragon was a venerated pure-blooded dragon as Mom is, but it spoke in a language that I was very familiar with.
“Hello, pure-blooded dragon. It has been a long time. I have not heard the dragon language in a long time.”
“Why does thou not speak this language?!”
Mom couldn’t be blamed for being startled. The dragon spoke in the elven language instead of the dragon language. Additionally, it was very fluent with the elven language. It was no wonder I easily understood it. Dragon Mom never expected her own kin to speak the elven language. The dragons were ridiculously proud of their culture. They communicated in the dragon language upon meeting. As a dragon, speaking to those belonging to the same race as yourself in another language was incomprehensible.