Silas POV I nearly ruined everything, and now I canât face her. Too scared to even go near them so instead I go to the stables to finish the cradle Dragus had made. Putting another coat of lacquer on it, by the time the sun was up I was finished, and Peter was walking in to tend to the horses. Peter noticing me walks over to see what I am doing.
âCongrats daddioâ He says smacking my back.
âThanksâ I tell him though I donât know much else to say when I canât even be in the same room as them.
âWhatâs up?â He asks.
âNothing, can you grab the other end so we can put it out in the sun to kill the fumesâ Peter nods walking to the other end and carefully grabbing. I could have carried it but was worried I would break it if I just picked it up. Dragus had really done a good job on it, it looked amazing, the little mobile was the perfect little touch, I know Elora will love it, I just hope she likes what I did with the ruins that were nearly finished. Though the ruins arenât just for her but to represent what I hope the future holds.
Placing it on the tarp out front of the stable door in the sun we set it down.
âI saw the ruins the other day, Dakari showed me. Looks great but where are you going to put it itâs hugeâ He asks.
âWhere the water fountain is, have to smash it and remove if you want to helpâ I tell him, his face lighting up.
âyes I have always wanted to break that ugly fountainâ he says making me chuckle.
âItâs not that uglyâ I tell him and he scoffs.
âWhat fountain has gargoyles watching everyone beady eyes, it was once pretty, its now decrepit lookingâ
âFair enoughâ I tell him, it was ugly.
âYou are all good with your hands, the detail is unbelievable he says holding the little dragon figurine gently between his fingers.
âYeah, well back when I was younger besides kicking stones the only thing to do was whittleâ I tell him.
âYeah, must suck being as old as dirtâ He replies.
âIâm not that god damn oldâ I tell him roughing his hair.
âNo just old enough where you played with rocks and sticks like it was prime entertainmentâ He says with laugh. I like Peter he was good kid, and his father should be proud of the young man he was turning into.
âHow is your family?â I ask him.
âGood grandma is sick with the flu, I actually need to see Victor if thatâs alright laterâ
âI actually just saw him, we can go see him now if you want. Cough medicine?â I ask him and he nods.
âYeah and antibiotics if he has any, my grandmother was helping mum in the garden she cut her leg up on some steel I think its infectedâ He says.
âCome then we can go see Victor and take the stuff to herâ I tell him.
âNo, I can do it later the walk back home will take forty minutesâ He says.
âNot if we fly?â I tell him and he suddenly stops.
âWhat you arenât scared of heights now are you Peterâ
âNo, more worried you will eat meâ He says âNo, youâre to scrawny not enough meat on your bones, need to fatten you up before I do thatâ
âShould I be worried about all that candy you keep sending me home with?â He wonders as I drape my arm across his shoulder forcing him to walk to the green houses.
Victor was busily compounding medication when we walked in, no matter how old he gets and how cold it gets he always shows, his dedication to the people and the apprentices he was teaching was admirable.
âHey Silas, Peterâ He says acknowledging us as we walk in.
âWhat can I do for you?â
âPeter needs antibiotics and flu medicine if you have anyâ
âYes have both, but whatâs the antibiotics forâ
âGrandma cut her leg open think its infectedâ
âGeez how did lucy do that?â He asks rummaging for what Peter came in for.
âIn the gardenâ Peter tells him.
âHow long agoâ
âCouple of weeks ago, it wonât heal and he leg is turning blackâ Peter says, and Victor drops the bottle in his hands looking to me. Yeah, that wasnât a good sign.
âPeter if the infection got that bad antibiotics may not even help herâ Victor tells him gently.
âBut she will be alright though?â Peter asks and Victor looks to me.
âIâm sure she will be fineâ He says though it was obvious he thought it was going to kill the old woman.
Peter takes the medicine, oblivious to what Victor was trying to tell him, and Victor I could tell didnât have the heart to tell him otherwise. âCan you check on my son and Elora later pleaseâ
âHe has been born, I thought I heard the sound of a baby crying, how exciting. Of course I will head up straight awayâ
âThank youâ I tell him.
âYou know I watched that girl grow up, I was neighbours with her grandmother, loved that woman stubborn. I guess thatâs where Elora gets that strong will of hers from. I canât believe I lived long enough to see her have her own childâ Victor beams unable to hide his excitement. I smile his excitement contagious.
When Peter tries to walk back toward the castle, I grab his shoulder.
âAh ah, nope I will walkâ He says.
âHere hold theseâ I tell him as I start stripping off my clothes. Peter looking anywhere but at me.
âWhat I canât rock up to your house nakedâ
âI donât think mum would mind but you might give my grandmother a heart attackâ He says before laughing.
I shift and Peter covers his ears not liking the sound before turning around to look, he takes a step back.
âNope I am goodâ He says making me laugh my chest rumbling. I step forward towards him and he bolts.
âHell noâ He says his little legs taking off through the paddock while I chase him before scooping him up, he squeals like a little girl high pitched making me laugh as I clutch him in my talons.
âChickenâ I tell him.
âWait how did you do that?â He asks when my voice flits through his head as I climb higher.
âMind control, I could probably make you quack like a duck if I wantedâ I tell him. I could feel his entire body shaking in my claws where I had him caged.
âWow thatâs so highâ He says his voice trembling.
âDonât you drop me, I may just soil myselfâ He says my chest rumbling with laughter.
âThe green roofâ He says pointing below as we fly over the city.
I find somewhere to land, plopping him on the grass in the park I picked before landing. I shift back startling a few people as they avert their gaze.
âIs that the dragon king?â I hear their soft murmurs.
âOh go he is going to eat the boyâ I hear another making me laugh as I slip my pants on that Peter was clutching so tightly in his frozen hand.
âCome on lets go see your familyâ I tell him and he nods.
âJust a bit of warning my grandma can be a little rude, she not to fond of dragonsâ He admits.
âI am sure I can handle the old batâ I tell him, and he laughs leading the way to his house. The house was weathered and the tiles on the roof had been broken. The porch steps creaking under my feet as we step on it.
Peter lets himself in, and I see a woman rush down the hall to see who it is. She had dark hair unlike Peterâs, so I guess he gets the blonde curls from his father. He had her blue eyes though. She stops freezing completely on the spot when I walk in behind him. It was clean inside but run down. The doors not sealing properly, paint peeling off the walls.
âHi maâ Peter says stopping.
âThis is Silasâ He tells her.
âHiâ I tell her wondering what her name is and Peter finally realising that Speaks.
âOh yes Silas this is Wendy my mother, sorry I am used to calling her mum not her nameâ I chuckle holding my hand out to her. She hesitantly takes mine squeezing gently.
âIs something wrong, did we do something?â She asks nervously.
âNo, I was just giving him a lift home and to check on your motherâ I tell her.
âA lift?â She says furrowing her eyebrows.
âWe flew here, damn near crapped my pantsâ Peter says grabbing my arm and leading me into a kitchen which was run down and missing half the cupboard doors. His mother following us frantically when I see a woman sitting at the table with white hair, she looked to be in her sixties, her lips pursed as we walk in and her brown eyes watching us.
âHey grandma this is Silasâ He tells her pecking her cheek.
âI know who he is son, why is he here?â
âNice to meet you Lucyâ I tell her, and she seems taken aback.
âHe brought Peter homeâ Her daughter tells her.
âGosh youâre a big brute,â She says looking up at me. Peter pulls her dress up revealing her leg.
She smacks his hand. âDonât be undressing me boyâ She snaps at him. Swatting his hands.
âI am just looking, I brought antibioticsâ He tells her.
âI donât need none of that witch voodoo, just gotta piss on it. You young ones need to toughen upâ She tells him. Her leg looked like gangrene; he was definitely right about it being infected.
âNot sure which old wives tales you been reading but that definitely needs more then pissâ I tell her shaking my head at her logic.
âYoung ones no idea what they talking aboutâ She mutters.
âGrandma he is older than youâ Peter deadpans. She huffs annoyed but allows him to clean it.
Wendy rummages around in the bottle grabbing the flu medicine before getting a glass and making juice.
âThose antibiotics wonât workâ I tell them looking at her leg as Peter tries to clean it. I look away toward her daughter who seems to know that already. As she smiles sadly.
âBut she will be alright?â Peter says looking at me. I say nothing before going over to his mother. I grab a knife from the draw.
âWait you are not cutting off her legâ Peter squeaks.
âYou come near me with that knife I will shove it up your assâ His grandma snaps at me.
âI can helpâ I tell her.
âI donât need help from youâ
âYour leg says otherwiseâ
âNope I am fine, you can go nowâ
âPlease help herâ Peter asks, and she smacks him up the back of the head.
âBe quiet boyâ She tells him. Wendy squeezes another orange into the glass, and I turn around my back to Peter before reaching for the glass and taking it from her. I slice my hand and Wendy looks at me.
âShe wonât drink your bloodâ She says looking at my hand.
âShe will if she doesnât knowâ I tell her and I see her look over her shoulder at her mother. I let my blood drip into the glass the juice darkens before I rinse my hand sliding the glass back to her. I point to the oranges and she squeezes more into the glass. I turn facing Lucy who has a scowl on her face as Peter fusses over her leg.
âThe pillsâ Wendy asks her son, and he grabs them from his pocket. Wendy reads the label before taking two out and handing them to her mother along with the juice.
âI donât need themâ
âGrandma Victor made them not Abbieâ
âShe has a thing against witches?â I ask. Peter shakes his head.
âNo just Jackie Abbieâs mum, old grudgeâ He says with an eyeroll.
âThat old wench stole my first husbandâ Lucy snaps, âI donât want nothing from her devil spawnâ I chuckle at her words shaking my head.
Wendy and I hold our breath as she tips the glass to her lips before popping the pills in her mouth. She drinks the juice making a face.
âSomething wrong with those oranges bloody foul tastingâ She says before Peter gasps before looking over his shoulder at me.
âWhat is it boy?â She says before she looks down noticing her leg.
âYou! what did you do?â She says her eyes snapping to me as she points her wrinkly finger at me.
âDragon voodooâ I tell her, and she presses her lips in a line.
âSee all better, you should say thank youâ Wendy tells hers and her mother glares at her.
âThank youâ Says Wendy turning to me when her mother stands up grabbing her walking stick before she suddenly realises she doesnât need it, she brandishes it like a weapon.
âYou old dinosaurâ She says.
âDragonâ I tell her with a chuckle as she advances toward me. Peter grabs my hand pulling me from the room as his grandmother follows quite quickly for an old duck brandishing her weapon like itâs a sword.
âQuick she will actually do what she says, you want that up your assâ Peter says, and I chuckle, he was truly scared of the old bat. I follow him out the door while Wendy tries to calm her mother and cops a whack with the walking stick.
âMumâ I hear her sing out as we flee out the door.
We walk back to the castle.
âThank you for helping her, she can be mean but she is really nice most of the timeâ Peters says.
âShe is old, she is allowed to be mean. Kind of reminds me Marianâ I tell him and he nods.
âDo you miss her, she worked at the castle for yearsâ He asks.
âYes, she was a good womanâ I tell him, and he nods.
âWhat now?â He asks.
âThe ruins, I want to hold a feast for the city, do you think the people would come?â I ask.
âI think so, most peopleâs views of you have changed and they like Eloraâ He says.
âWhen?â He asks.
âNext week the ruins should be done by thenâ I tell him, and he nods.
âCan we see Elora, I want to meet this baby of yours?â He asks and I sigh.
âIf she will let meâ I tell him.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks as we finally hit the castle grounds.
âDoesnât matterâ I tell him walking towards the castle doors.
âSo how does it work, is it all your kid or just one you?â Peter asks intrigued by our relationship and its dynamics.
âAll, we have marked her so even if only one of us got her pregnant the child would still carry all our DNA, because our DNA is in hersâ
âSo does that make her immortal like youâ He asks.
âYes, kind of, and I am immortal but I can still dieâ
âHow?â
âWhy you planning on knocking me?â I ask my lips turning up.
âNo, just find it interestingâ
âWell Elora can kill us if she really wanted to, but in turn it could kill her because we are mated. Elora is immortal because she is ours but normally Fae just live long lives, so if we hadnât marked her she would be like an ordinary Faeâ
âSo she basically she is immortal then?â I nod, âWhat about your son?â
âSame deal he is dragon that much I can sense, mine and Matitusâs DNA has over ridden Dragus werewolf DNA so he should be able to shift, but I think he may have Fae magic too, his scent is different though, I can tell he will be dragon but his eyes are hersâ I tell him as we walk down the corridor.
Victor walks down the stairs as we get to them. He pats me on the back. âBoth are fine and healthy, kid has a set of lungs on him though, have you picked any names yet, I forgot to ask her?â
âNot sure yet, what ever she decides I will be happy withâ I tell him, and he nods continueing down the stairs.
âShe is awake your mates are with her and Abbieâ He says, and I nod walking up the stairs. I stop at the door.
âAre you coming in?â Peter says looking at me wondering what I am doing.