On the 4 hundredth anniversary of his exile, Timofey was stressed. He couldn’t sit nonetheless and drew no consolation from the elegant environment he’d created. His residence felt like a jail, and a need to be exterior underneath the celebs overwhelmed him. Timofey threw the door open and bumped into the evening. He wanted to maneuver and really feel the wind in his hair and the air on his pores and skin.

He ran far past his traditional territory. Finally, he stumbled upon a city that hadn’t existed the final time he’d come this far. Timofey skilled a wave of eager for civilization and the corporate of different sentient creatures. He wandered nearer to the village, following strains of the primary music he’d heard in centuries right into a small tavern.

Dazed, he stumbled by means of the door and was greeted by an angel. She was pale and fairly, with lengthy, curling black hair and honey-colored eyes.

“Welcome, stranger.” Her voice was clear and melodic.

Her voice seared into his reminiscence. She led him to a seat and handled him like royalty, bringing out food and drinks and catering to his each want. After so lengthy alone, his manners have been tough and uncouth, and his voice gravelly from disuse. The boisterous tavern jarred his nerves, so he saved to himself. Those that observed Timofey watched him warily and saved their distance, however Elizaveta repeatedly returned to examine on him.

It took him a while to chill out, however after he did, Timofey loved himself among the many people. He felt silly for extending his exile to them, having fallen sufferer to the Therian mindset that mentioned people have been inferior. He’d been so caught in his bitter anger that he’d robbed himself.

He beloved the small city and was entranced by the lights and sounds. Timofey was enchanted by Elizaveta, and he got here again many instances to court docket her earlier than she gave him her coronary heart. He was astonished by how accepting the people have been, excess of his individuals, and Timofey’s hatred for Therians solidified.

When Elizaveta agreed to marry Timofey, he felt like he had risen from a protracted slumber. He was pleased once more. He had at all times been a gifted hunter, and he’d honed these expertise throughout his time within the mountains. Timofey took that function on for the city and usually delivered recent meat to the market. He constructed a small however comfy residence for Elizaveta and renounced his Therian heritage and traditions to dwell as a human.

Timofey didn’t inform his spouse what he was. He hadn’t modified to dragon type since he’d been exiled. Then Elizaveta joyfully introduced that she was pregnant. He knew he must confess, and he was terrified about her response to the information. At first, she thought it was a poor joke, however his expression when she laughed advised her he was severe.

“A dragon? You count on me to imagine you flip right into a dragon?” She seemed like she didn’t know whether or not to chortle, cry, or scream. Solely in myths have been the Therians recognized to her individuals. There have been no gods in these mountains.

“Sure! Why would I lie about this?” Timofey shouted in frustration. He needed to make her perceive the hazard he’d put her in.

Elizaveta seemed harm. “Then why did you wait this lengthy to inform me, Timo?”

He had the grace to look ashamed. “I didn’t take into consideration us having youngsters, and now I’ve put you at horrible danger. Our union is forbidden.”

She glared at him coldly. “So, I’m adequate to marry and mattress a dragon however not adequate to bear your little one?”

He shook his head. “My love, it’s not like that, I promise.” His voice broke with emotion when he realized he would possibly lose her. “I left that life behind greater than 4 hundred years in the past.”

“It caught up with you,” she growled.

Timofey paled, dropping hope. “Would you like me to go away?”

Elizaveta’s face mirrored shock, then anger. “In fact not, you abysmal idiot! I’m indignant that you just saved it from me, however I nonetheless love you, and we wed. Your vow to me earlier than God is greater than your different obligations. We’re going to have this little one and lift it with all our love. Nevertheless, you talked about dangers. Inform me about these.”

Reduction flooded by means of him, and he collapsed on a chair. She didn’t need him to go away. It appeared that she would settle for what he was, however he was nonetheless conflicted. He beloved Elizaveta and needed to construct a household along with her, however what if bearing his little one killed her?

Mating with people was forbidden on ache of loss of life, however he didn’t know if there was greater than prejudice behind the legislation. To his information, solely a handful of Therians had dared mate with a human, and none had lived lengthy sufficient to sire youngsters.

Nothing lower than the reality would preserve Elizaveta by his aspect, so he advised her every little thing he knew. Though he had been a bachelor throughout his time at court docket, he knew that pureblooded Therian youngsters have been born in human type and will shift a couple of years after beginning and that the moms sometimes had accelerated pregnancies.

He knew nothing about Therian-human hybrids.

Elizaveta managed the being pregnant with grace. Except for uncommon cravings, it was like every human’s expertise, although it was a grueling six months. The beginning was brutal, and although Elizaveta survived, it practically took her life. They determined to not have extra youngsters and poured all their love and a spotlight into their son Maksim. He was a powerful, wholesome boy, and so far as Timofey knew, Maksim was the one half-Therian in existence. Shortly after his beginning, they moved to Timofey’s remoted mountain residence for cover.

The boy grew rapidly, failing to exhibit any indicators that he’d inherited his father’s powers. Most Therian fathers would have been devastated, however Timofey was overjoyed since he had accepted his human existence. He nonetheless hated dragons and the the Aristocracy specifically. He and his needed nothing to do with the Therian world.

Although he hated his species, Maksim could be in peril if he ever encountered one other Therian, so Timofey educated his son. All through his childhood, Maksim heard tales of Therian cruelty and the insanity of King Nikoli, who dominated with terror and injustice. So consumed was he with hatred for his those who Timofey uncared for to say witches or vampires and their evil queen who’d pushed Nikoli insane.

Maksim believed that Nikoli was a dictator who cared nothing for his topics and thought of them disposable. He’d adopted Timofey’s hatred of the dragons, and since he couldn’t shift, he noticed no cause to indulge that aspect of himself. His father had advised him that he’d been wrongly exiled for a minor offense, and Maksim vowed to in the future avenge the wrongs dedicated towards his father.

The one Therian trait Maksim appeared to have inherited was a protracted lifespan. Because the years handed, Elizaveta grew outdated and frail, however Timofey and Maksim remained younger and robust. She died in her sleep whereas Maksim was in his mid-thirties.

Timofey was shattered by Elizaveta’s loss of life, and he withdrew from his son and the world. The enjoyment gone from his life, he spent his time ranting in regards to the mad king and his unjust exile.

Maksim fought to remain near his father, refusing to permit the abrasive man to push him away. He needed to please Timofey and labored to earn his reward, although he hardly ever succeeded. He made common visits to the human village, however Timofey by no means joined him.

Timofey’s House, Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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