Book 3: Chapter 62: White Dragonkin Clan and Divine Dragonsworn
A month later, at the White Dragonkin Clan's Peak Cave Palace, Gilbert was sat on his knees nervously as he waited. It was only natural. It had been over two centuries since he'd returned to or even so much as spoke to his family.
He'd left on less than favourable terms and he'd said some very hurtful things, none of which he regretted considering the type of people the average clan member was.
Regardless, Gilbert had arrived a week ago and no one had greeted him despite the fact he had sent word ahead that he was accepting one of their many requests for him to return. Petty bastards, one and all. They had summoned him here countless times, and now that he decided to finally answer one such summons, they thought it fitting to ignore him at the gates?
It was his grand uncle leaving that finally prompted the stooges at the gate to hear him out and let him in. If he wasn't a direct member of the primary lineage, then he was certain he'd have been killed for thinking himself worthy enough to return. Zealots of a cult were just like that, Gilbert reasoned.
Things only got worse when he made it clear he only wanted to talk with his great-grandfather. One did not simply leave the clan for centuries, change one's name, fall under the protection of another Divine, and then expect to come home and have a friendly chat with the Divine who ruled the entire clan, even if one did possess the same direct bloodline as said Divine.
'My legs are getting numb. How much longer are they going to make me sit here like a child, just feeding me Hunger Abating Balls and Sleep Negation Potions?' Gilbert was dreading the amount of work he'd have to do when he returned to the guild in the Crimson Foxkin Clan. That terrified him much more than the prospect of meeting his great-grandfather.
'It's been four days since they put me in this room. He isn't that busy. The bastard just wants to punish me. So petty. So very, very, petty.' Churlish as it was, Gilbert would endure. He had to for Lone, Sofia, Breena, and Kyuubi's sakes.
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out in the room as the door swung open powerfully. Gilbert glanced towards his guest and sighed mentally. 'Of course it would be Mother. At least it isn't Father. I wouldn't be able to stomach talking to that bastard after what he did.'
"What a heartfelt surprise," Snow Shimmerscales scoffed. "Your father and I were certain you would flee with your tail tucked between your legs like you did last time if we left you here for a bit, making you wonder how we would punish your heresy. Perhaps you'd steal another invaluable object again as you did last time-"