Fotia groaned, “Seriously, Ember? We’re supposed to be cleaning up the room, not making it even more of a mess.”
Ember snapped back, “Well, excuuuuuuse me, princess. I’m not the one who wrecked their dad’s study in the first place.”
The Elder’s daughter humphed and walked out of the room, her long red hair trailing behind her.
“What’s her problem?” Ember kneeled and picked up a book that dropped from the bookcase he bumped into. But before he put it back, he saw something strange - a picture.
The picture was burned on the paper, a trick the Elder taught Ember once. On it were three figures, two he recognized as the Elder and Fotia, but the third…
“Ah, so you found it.”
An old man walked into the study. Though he looked frail, walking slowly, bent over his cane, almost anyone can sense the powerful aura of magic coming from him.
“Oh, Elder. I was just-”
“Don’t you worry Ember, I knew you were going to find it sooner or later” The Elder looked at the picture in Ember’s hand. “So, I believe you have questions?”
“Of course I’m sure. You are the closest thing I have to a son.”
“Okay, then, who is this?” Ember pointed at the third figure in the picture. It was a woman, she was smiling.
“She’s the Dragon Mage.”
Ember was confused, “But I thought she’s just a legend.”
“Legends aren’t always made up.”
Ember didn’t say anything for a while. He just stood there, observing the picture. Then, he finally spoke up, “But isn’t she a human? What about the Ancient Law?”
“Ancient Law? What Ancient Law?” The Elder looked into Ember’s amber eyes with his own.
“You know, the one that states that dragons shall not have a relationship other than a neutral one with any creature other than a fellow dragon?”
He sighed, and sat down on his chair behind the desk, “Come, Ember, take a seat. The stars told me this day would come.”
As Ember sat down, the Elder continued, “Now, what I’m going to tell you must never reach Fotia’s ears. Swear to me that you’ll make sure she shall never find out about this. I know you are a dragon that never goes back on your word.”
“I swear, Fotia won’t know anything.”