Chapter 110
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In a space unimpeded by time and change, deep within the forests and far beyond what a normal human could reach, there was the twittering of bird calls. Soft, pale sunlight shone through the gaps between the tree leaves.
It was a picturesque scene that had it been painted, would have captured the hearts of many upon a single glance.
The growth of wilderness here had been left unchecked and untouched by human hands. The vegetation drew without reservation, curling up, stretching for more. They competed against their own kind, reaching out high for the barest glimpse of the sun.
Monsters, creatures and magical beasts alike ran rampant, establishing a delicate but prominent hierarchy amongst themselves.
The sun rays brushed against the pale skin of a child. Her hair, an imitation of colour, was a silky, silvery-white.
The child's chest rose and fell lightly, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Her face was set in sleep – the unguardedness that could only belong to a child – and sleep she did.
The various whispers of the forest did not disturb her, and the forest was content to leave her be, for she was under the protection of the Divine One.
Rather than beautiful, she gave off the impression that she was untouched by the various matters of the world. She was like a blank piece of paper, not yet having had experiences with the darker side of life.
There was an intentional rustle of the grass as a tall stature of an androgynous figure stepped forth. His presence was dazzling and bright. One look could capture souls, and yet, there was an otherworldly presence to him that made others subconsciously look away.
Similar to the child, the figure had the same shade of silvery-white long hair that cascaded down his back. It was hard to tell whether or not they were male or female with the face that looked like it was carved out of granite and marble.
His eyes were a shade of pure amber, and his pupil was a slit, like some reptiles boasted.
"Elysia, time to wake up," Haphira said. His voice was similarly as androgynous as his appearance, but he was male.
The figure that had been soundly sleeping woke up, rubbing her eyes as she blinked blearily at him. The same amber eyes reflected in the light before she blinked, and the slit pupil disappeared, leaving only behind spun gold.
"Dad," she murmured, before brightening up.
She launched herself at Haphira, who caught her without a problem.
Haphira put her down, and she all but bounced in place, beaming gleefully.
Elysia grabbed the pale hand that was in her line of sight, swinging it as they walked.
The man allowed her, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
How could he have predicted that someone would worm their way into his heart from what could only be described as a chance encounter?
For their kind, having relations of any kind were not expected. They were all fiercely territorial and individualistic.
That he had formed this sort of attachment was something unprecedented.
Elysia grinned because she was feeling happy – she didn't see a need to hide her feelings from the rest of the world. Perhaps it had been the time that she had spent in this space, where there were no other humans, that she had gradually let go of all her inhibitions.
Elysia was Haphira's daughter in more than blood. More than father and daughter, more than master and disciple.
Perhaps Haphira had given himself a weakness, letting himself get attached like this, but he was alive.
Life was only worth living if he took risks, after all. Whoever said otherwise was a fool.
Elysia darted off into the foliage. It was time to hunt.
Haphira followed behind leisurely, watching over her just in case. She was not strong enough yet for him to shove off a cliff without any support.
Right now, she would sink instead of swim, and Haphira couldn't stand the thought of that happening – he couldn't stand the thought of the only little light in his life disappearing.
But still, he did not get in the way even when she received cuts and bruises. A dragonling had to learn how to soar in the sky, or they weren't a dragon.
Elysia ran, feeling the joy bubbling up in her chest as she was allowed to run freely – something that had not been available to her before. She didn't think that she would ever grow tired of being able to use her feet.
She could not feel her dad's presence behind her, but she knew that he must surely be there. For all that he spouted words that implied he would leave her to fend for herself, the words that weren't spoken reverberated in her heart. A quiet certainty that he did care for her, no matter what he said.
The forest they called their home was not something that was touched by human hands. Though she missed having other interactions, she loved her dad more than that. She loved running freely on the ground and soaring through the trees.
Hunting was something that her dad was teaching her – something about survival – and she loved it with a quiet passion that was never spoken. It almost felt like speaking of it aloud would cause some of that magic to dissipate, so she never did.
Facing off with a monster, Elysia laughed freely, her voice echoing throughout the quiet of the forest, punctuated by the monster's growls.
She never felt any fear, regardless of the creature or monster that she faced. She hadn't before this, and she didn't now. It was one of Elysia's strongest qualities and made her improve at breakneck speeds.
Without thinking about it, she dodged the blows, dealing small, minor wounds that would add up to her delivery of the final blow.
Hidden from sight, Haphira assessed the growth of his daughter. While not elegant or graceful, Elysia's movements were filled with purpose and efficiency.
He had not taught her how to fight, leaving it to the little girl to create her own style.
Such was the way of the dragons.
While he would protect and nurture, the growth that was produced from one's own struggle was the most meaningful. This way, her strength was hers and hers alone.
Right now, she was yet unable to deal a killing blow to the monster straight away, but she would soon. He could feel it coming.
Elysia grew at an unprecedented rate, and this was coming from Haphira, who was a dragon. He had been born into greatness, but she – she worked for it. She had been weaker than a new-born foal when he obtained her.
Blank-eyed and expressionless, Haphira felt his still heart move at her persistence.
She had come a long way since that day.
Time moved quicker in this space as compared to the outside world. Things in here were vibrant, but also stagnant. They were lost in time. Or rather, they would stay here until Haphira felt that she was finally ready to set out on her own.
Dragonling though she may be, she was still far too fragile.
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In a space unimpeded by time and change, deep within the forests and far beyond what a normal human could reach, there was the twittering of bird calls. Soft, pale sunlight shone through the gaps between the tree leaves.
It was a picturesque scene that had it been painted, would have captured the hearts of many upon a single glance.
The growth of wilderness here had been left unchecked and untouched by human hands. The vegetation drew without reservation, curling up, stretching for more. They competed against their own kind, reaching out high for the barest glimpse of the sun.
Monsters, creatures and magical beasts alike ran rampant, establishing a delicate but prominent hierarchy amongst themselves.
The sun rays brushed against the pale skin of a child. Her hair, an imitation of colour, was a silky, silvery-white.
The child's chest rose and fell lightly, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Her face was set in sleep – the unguardedness that could only belong to a child – and sleep she did.
The various whispers of the forest did not disturb her, and the forest was content to leave her be, for she was under the protection of the Divine One.
Rather than beautiful, she gave off the impression that she was untouched by the various matters of the world. She was like a blank piece of paper, not yet having had experiences with the darker side of life.
There was an intentional rustle of the grass as a tall stature of an androgynous figure stepped forth. His presence was dazzling and bright. One look could capture souls, and yet, there was an otherworldly presence to him that made others subconsciously look away.
Similar to the child, the figure had the same shade of silvery-white long hair that cascaded down his back. It was hard to tell whether or not they were male or female with the face that looked like it was carved out of granite and marble.
His eyes were a shade of pure amber, and his pupil was a slit, like some reptiles boasted.
"Elysia, time to wake up," Haphira said. His voice was similarly as androgynous as his appearance, but he was male.
The figure that had been soundly sleeping woke up, rubbing her eyes as she blinked blearily at him. The same amber eyes reflected in the light before she blinked, and the slit pupil disappeared, leaving only behind spun gold.
"Dad," she murmured, before brightening up.
She launched herself at Haphira, who caught her without a problem.
Haphira put her down, and she all but bounced in place, beaming gleefully.
Elysia grabbed the pale hand that was in her line of sight, swinging it as they walked.
The man allowed her, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
How could he have predicted that someone would worm their way into his heart from what could only be described as a chance encounter?
For their kind, having relations of any kind were not expected. They were all fiercely territorial and individualistic.
That he had formed this sort of attachment was something unprecedented.
Elysia grinned because she was feeling happy – she didn't see a need to hide her feelings from the rest of the world. Perhaps it had been the time that she had spent in this space, where there were no other humans, that she had gradually let go of all her inhibitions.
Elysia was Haphira's daughter in more than blood. More than father and daughter, more than master and disciple.
Perhaps Haphira had given himself a weakness, letting himself get attached like this, but he was alive.
Life was only worth living if he took risks, after all. Whoever said otherwise was a fool.
Elysia darted off into the foliage. It was time to hunt.
Haphira followed behind leisurely, watching over her just in case. She was not strong enough yet for him to shove off a cliff without any support.
Right now, she would sink instead of swim, and Haphira couldn't stand the thought of that happening – he couldn't stand the thought of the only little light in his life disappearing.
But still, he did not get in the way even when she received cuts and bruises. A dragonling had to learn how to soar in the sky, or they weren't a dragon.
Elysia ran, feeling the joy bubbling up in her chest as she was allowed to run freely – something that had not been available to her before. She didn't think that she would ever grow tired of being able to use her feet.
She could not feel her dad's presence behind her, but she knew that he must surely be there. For all that he spouted words that implied he would leave her to fend for herself, the words that weren't spoken reverberated in her heart. A quiet certainty that he did care for her, no matter what he said.
The forest they called their home was not something that was touched by human hands. Though she missed having other interactions, she loved her dad more than that. She loved running freely on the ground and soaring through the trees.
Hunting was something that her dad was teaching her – something about survival – and she loved it with a quiet passion that was never spoken. It almost felt like speaking of it aloud would cause some of that magic to dissipate, so she never did.
Facing off with a monster, Elysia laughed freely, her voice echoing throughout the quiet of the forest, punctuated by the monster's growls.
She never felt any fear, regardless of the creature or monster that she faced. She hadn't before this, and she didn't now. It was one of Elysia's strongest qualities and made her improve at breakneck speeds.
Without thinking about it, she dodged the blows, dealing small, minor wounds that would add up to her delivery of the final blow.
Hidden from sight, Haphira assessed the growth of his daughter. While not elegant or graceful, Elysia's movements were filled with purpose and efficiency.
He had not taught her how to fight, leaving it to the little girl to create her own style.
Such was the way of the dragons.
While he would protect and nurture, the growth that was produced from one's own struggle was the most meaningful. This way, her strength was hers and hers alone.
Right now, she was yet unable to deal a killing blow to the monster straight away, but she would soon. He could feel it coming.
Elysia grew at an unprecedented rate, and this was coming from Haphira, who was a dragon. He had been born into greatness, but she – she worked for it. She had been weaker than a new-born foal when he obtained her.
Blank-eyed and expressionless, Haphira felt his still heart move at her persistence.
She had come a long way since that day.
Time moved quicker in this space as compared to the outside world. Things in here were vibrant, but also stagnant. They were lost in time. Or rather, they would stay here until Haphira felt that she was finally ready to set out on her own.
Dragonling though she may be, she was still far too fragile.
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Also, if Haphira wanted a bit more time with his still-too-human daughter, that was his prerogative.
In a space unimpeded by time and change, deep within the forests and far beyond what a normal human could reach, there was the twittering of bird calls. Soft, pale sunlight shone through the gaps between the tree leaves.It was a picturesque scene that had it been painted, would have captured the hearts of many upon a single glance.The growth of wilderness here had been left unchecked and untouched by human hands. The vegetation drew without reservation, curling up, stretching for more. They competed against their own kind, reaching out high for the barest glimpse of the sun.Monsters, creatures and magical beasts alike ran rampant, establishing a delicate but prominent hierarchy amongst themselves.The sun rays brushed against the pale skin of a child. Her hair, an imitation of colour, was a silky, silvery-white.The child's chest rose and fell lightly, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Her face was set in sleep the unguardedness that could only belong to a child and sleep she did.The various whispers of the forest did not disturb her, and the forest was content to leave her be, for she was under the protection of the Divine One.Rather than beautiful, she gave off the impression that she was untouched by the various matters of the world. She was like a blank piece of paper, not yet having had experiences with the darker side of life.There was an intentional rustle of the grass as a tall stature of an androgynous figure stepped forth. His presence was dazzling and bright. One look could capture souls, and yet, there was an otherworldly presence to him that made others subconsciously look away.Similar to the child, the figure had the same shade of silvery-white long hair that cascaded down his back. It was hard to tell whether or not they were male or female with the face that looked like it was carved out of granite and marble.His eyes were a shade of pure amber, and his pupil was a slit, like some reptiles boasted."Elysia, time to wake up," Haphira said. His voice was similarly as androgynous as his appearance, but he was male.The figure that had been soundly sleeping woke up, rubbing her eyes as she blinked blearily at him. The same amber eyes reflected in the light before she blinked, and the slit pupil disappeared, leaving only behind spun gold."Dad," she murmured, before brightening up.She launched herself at Haphira, who caught her without a problem.Haphira put her down, and she all but bounced in place, beaming gleefully.Elysia grabbed the pale hand that was in her line of sight, swinging it as they walked.The man allowed her, the corners of his lips curling slightly.How could he have predicted that someone would worm their way into his heart from what could only be described as a chance encounter?For their kind, having relations of any kind were not expected. They were all fiercely territorial and individualistic.That he had formed this sort of attachment was something unprecedented.Elysia grinned because she was feeling happy she didn't see a need to hide her feelings from the rest of the world. Perhaps it had been the time that she had spent in this space, where there were no other humans, that she had gradually let go of all her inhibitions.Elysia was Haphira's daughter in more than blood. More than father and daughter, more than master and disciple.Perhaps Haphira had given himself a weakness, letting himself get attached like this, but he was alive.Life was only worth living if he took risks, after all. Whoever said otherwise was a fool.Elysia darted off into the foliage. It was time to hunt.Haphira followed behind leisurely, watching over her just in case. She was not strong enough yet for him to shove off a cliff without any support.Right now, she would sink instead of swim, and Haphira couldn't stand the thought of that happening he couldn't stand the thought of the only little light in his life disappearing.But still, he did not get in the way even when she received cuts and bruises. A dragonling had to learn how to soar in the sky, or they weren't a dragon.Elysia ran, feeling the joy bubbling up in her chest as she was allowed to run freely something that had not been available to her before. She didn't think that she would ever grow tired of being able to use her feet.She could not feel her dad's presence behind her, but she knew that he must surely be there. For all that he spouted words that implied he would leave her to fend for herself, the words that weren't spoken reverberated in her heart. A quiet certainty that he did care for her, no matter what he said.The forest they called their home was not something that was touched by human hands. Though she missed having other interactions, she loved her dad more than that. She loved running freely on the ground and soaring through the trees.Hunting was something that her dad was teaching her something about survival and she loved it with a quiet passion that was never spoken. It almost felt like speaking of it aloud would cause some of that magic to dissipate, so she never did.Facing off with a monster, Elysia laughed freely, her voice echoing throughout the quiet of the forest, punctuated by the monster's growls.She never felt any fear, regardless of the creature or monster that she faced. She hadn't before this, and she didn't now. It was one of Elysia's strongest qualities and made her improve at breakneck speeds.Without thinking about it, she dodged the blows, dealing small, minor wounds that would add up to her delivery of the final blow.Hidden from sight, Haphira assessed the growth of his daughter. While not elegant or graceful, Elysia's movements were filled with purpose and efficiency.He had not taught her how to fight, leaving it to the little girl to create her own style.Such was the way of the dragons.While he would protect and nurture, the growth that was produced from one's own struggle was the most meaningful. This way, her strength was hers and hers alone.Right now, she was yet unable to deal a killing blow to the monster straight away, but she would soon. He could feel it coming.Elysia grew at an unprecedented rate, and this was coming from Haphira, who was a dragon. He had been born into greatness, but she she worked for it. She had been weaker than a new-born foal when he obtained her.Blank-eyed and expressionless, Haphira felt his still heart move at her persistence.She had come a long way since that day.Time moved quicker in this space as compared to the outside world. Things in here were vibrant, but also stagnant. They were lost in time. Or rather, they would stay here until Haphira felt that she was finally ready to set out on her own.Dragonling though she may be, she was still far too fragile. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Also, if Haphira wanted a bit more time with his still-too-human daughter, that was his prerogative.
