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Dragons’ Cry Genesis (Part 3)
“Queen Sylvanas…”
“What’s the matter, Lucia?”
Sylvanas turned around to face Lucia, who was sitting on the bed. Lucia handed Sylvanas a bag of clothes and, with a smile, asked, “The maid forgot to take the clothes. Could I please bother you to take these clothes to the laundry?”
“Ah, sure, sure. Leave it to me.”
Sylvanas’ was thrilled as soon as she heard there was something to do. She cheerfully took the clothes off Lucia. Some of the clothes belonged to Lucia, while some of the other clothes were tiny. Nona and Vera watched Sylvanas with curious gazes. They rarely ever saw Sylvanas, but Sylvanas looked at them with a gentle gaze, so the two girls knew she meant no ill will.
Sylvanas took the clothes with peace of mind, and she used the opportunity to go to the bed to touch the faces of the girls. It couldn’t really be considered touching, but more so gently sliding her hand across. She was afraid she’d hurt the girls. She could stab a fork through a table, so she was very frightened of her own strength. Nona grabbed Sylvanas’s finger with a smile. Sylvanas juddered. She looked at Nona warily; she even stopped breathing due to her fear of hurting Nona. Nona scanned Sylvanas’ finger out of curiosity, and then exchanged eye contact with Vera. She then put Sylvanas’ finger into her mouth.
“Ah!”
Sylvanas’ exclamation startled Lucia. Nona sucked on it a few times then let go. Bored, she turned her head away. Nona had no interest in her. Sylvanas blankly looked at her hand. She looked as though she was relishing the sensation of Nona sucking on her finger.
Lucia looked at Sylvanas’ feeling bewildered. From the perspective of elves, dragons had always been a highly dangerous species. After all, they once fought a war against elves and kidnapped male elves. Therefore, Lucia was tense. What was she meant to do if Sylvanas got angry? She knew she couldn’t defeat Sylvanas.
“I shall leave now, then.” After a brief moment, Sylvanas nodded and then left with the clothes.
Lucia let out a breath of relief. Freya told them that Sylvanas was actually very easy to get rid of. All you had to do was keep feeding her jobs. Freya managed to discern long ago that Sylvanas wanted to chase the feeling of belonging at home. Hence, it would be better to give her work than if you were polite to her. In truth, Freya was vigilant of the creature she didn’t understand, for she was cognizant of how powerful and frightening dragons were. Having a dragon in the palace meant there were countless things that could potentially happen. Only Ying and Vyvyan together could control Sylvanas if it came down to it. Otherwise, her brother would have to keep Sylvanas in line. Vyvyan and her brother weren’t present at the moment. Everybody who was left had to ensure they didn’t anger the dragon.
Nier was fairly neutral towards Sylvanas, but Lucia was genuinely very fearful of her. As such, Lucia did exactly as Freya taught her. Lucia was still afraid of Sylvanas, nonetheless. She tensed up whenever Sylvanas approached her. She was very scared that her children would get hurt. The scary part was that Nona and Vera didn’t seem to be afraid of Sylvanas and, in fact, dared to play with her. Perhaps what made Lucia feel awkward was the fact that Sylvanas was her husband’s mother. She, subsequently, had to meet Sylvanas every day.
Sylvanas stood at the door and spaced out. She looked at the finger that Nona sucked. She never had the experienced. It felt as though an electric current ran through her heart when Nona suckled on her finger. It immediately rendered her sad. The truth was she was craving some sexual activity recently, but for some reason, she was embarrassed to bring it up with Troy. She suddenly felt unsettled. After Nona sucked her finger, she suddenly became as gentle as a mother, but she immediately came back to her senses, as she knew Nona wasn’t her child.
Although she had acknowledged Troy as her son, and Troy always called her “Mom,” not to mention that everybody else also acknowledged her status and didn’t question her, she knew she didn’t give birth to Troy. He was already a grown man when she met him, so she couldn’t find the feeling of being a mother. She did have a lot of desires…
After Inard, Sylvanas never had any romances with male elves. Troy was very similar to the man she liked, so her heart palpitated when she was around him. Further, she felt at ease after seeing what he did with Vyvyan, because she reasoned that her son could do that with her.
Sylvanas thought, “Can my son give me an egg? I just need one. I honestly really want a family member, not one I just acknowledged, but a true family member. I was shocked when I was at Troy City, not because of how much it prospered, since we dragons were pretty much the same when we gathered. What I was truly surprised with was how there were so many humans who had created a civilisation that’s comparable to the dragon race’s prospering civilisation, yet I’m still all alone.
I’m the only dragon. My child doesn’t count as a dragon. If he didn’t bath in my dragon blood, he wouldn’t have inherited anything from me. I don’t just want a family. I want a family that truly belongs to me, a family that was established by dragons.”
Sylvanas wasn’t certain if there were any other dragons who survived. After she grew up, she never saw any other dragon. All of the dragons basically vanished overnight, leaving just her mother who was unable to open her eyes. From that day forward, she grew up alone, hunting for food then gazing at the moon overhead and spacing out. Nobody ever spoke to her again. She had lost count of how long she hadn’t spoken and even questioned if she was capable of speaking.
The man Sylvanas loved wasn’t a dragon but an elf. It was blissful with him, yes. Still, she wanted to see another dragon. Sylvanas felt even lonelier upon seeing so many humans and elves when she was all alone. Vyvyan and Elizabeth had members of their own race behind them, but she didn’t.
What truly saddened Sylvanas over the centuries was loneliness. The dragon race was the most powerful race on the continent; sadly, loneliness was still a fearsome enemy to them. They were afraid of loneliness. She hadn’t had a single companion or heard a single voice in centuries. There was no living organism that was willing to appear before her. She was so lonely that she occasionally considered death, for it felt as though she was the only person left in the world. She just couldn’t see a meaning in continuing to live.
The more powerful and smarter Sylvanas grew, the more she feared loneliness. The reason she was really eager to do things nowadays was because she wanted to tell herself that she was doing things for her family, and that she wasn’t lonely, since there were people waiting for her. The feeling was wonderful and blissful. She didn’t have as much time to rest, but she felt fulfilled.
The only thing she was unhappy about was not having a companion. Perhaps it was what was meant by taking a mile when given an inch. Sylvanas didn’t really want Troy’s help with it, as even if she did give birth to a child with Troy, their child wouldn’t be a pure dragon.
Sylvanas thought, “Am I the only pure dragon left? My race’s population doesn’t match up. The remains I located in the desert don’t match up. However, the continent is massive. Some dragons were in the elven lands, but female dragons can’t satisfy me. What I want is to locate all of the other survivors of my race. I want to find another dragon who can reproduce with me and give birth to a pure descendant.  I’d be satisfied to know that there’s still another dragon kin of mine, even if they’re in some tiny village.”
Sylvanas let out a sigh, and then went to the laundry to drop off the clothes. She looked at the children’s clothing. There was a hint of envy and anticipation in Sylvanas’s gaze. She touched the tiny clothing with a smile.
“Humans and elves are truly interesting. After all, they’re races which don’t have scales. But I must say, these small clothes are very cute. Are there any other dragon kin remaining?” The thoughts kept weighing on Sylvanas mind.
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Current time at Ling Yue’s estate.
Liu Yue cheerfully looked at the scarf in her hand. She was so excited and eager to wear it on despite it not being winter. Ling Yue sat to one side and drank her tea in her new dress. She was holding hands with me underneath the table. She then stomped on my boots.  I admit I made a stupid mistake. Ling Yue found out that my boots were made using fox fur, so she wasn’t too happy.
“I’m not angry about it, since foxes have little to do with us from the Moon Fox Tribe.”
I thought, “Okay, so can you stop stomping on my foot?”
Ling Yue placed her teacup down, and then looked at Liu Yue. She laughed in quiet voice: “But the Moon Fox Tribe is pretty much extinct, with me being the sole survivor. Now that we have Liu Yue, however, I’m sure the Moon Fox Tribe will be revived in the future. I’m sure of it.”
I gave Ling Yue a smile: “Want to have another child, then?”
Ling Yue shook her head with a smile: “I’m not a birthing device. Liu Yue is still young. If I’m pregnant again, who will take care of her? Plus, I won’t allow anybody to approach me during my pregnancy. What am I to do if I accidentally hurt Liu Yue? So, let’s leave that for future consideration.”
“True.”
I nodded. I peered outside the window and pondered, “Though the Moon Fox Tribe is virtually extinct, I’m sure the tribe will be revived. What about the dragon race, then? What about the dragon race that’s in the same boat as the Moon Fox Tribe? Are there truly no more dragons?”