Guaranteed chapter for the week. I want to thank rouge for the awesome proofreading job. there also might be a side chapter written about what exactly happened during the week of cave making. we shall see where the ball lies with that one.

without further ado - Chapter 30

-------------------Fafnir's POV-------------------

“I never thought I would say this but this but this is a pretty nice cave.” Therin said as I dropped another load of supplies on the ledge.

“Thanks,” I said, “by the way, how good are you at carpentry?”

“Terrible,” he laughed, “the only craft I practiced, besides alchemy, was blacksmithing, though I had to stop after I accidently burned down the entire forge.”

I stared at the elf, “How did you burn down a forge?”

“I over stoked the furnace trying to melt a piece of metal I found in the forest and caught the roof on fire.” He huffed as he picked up a large sack of smoked meat.

“That is very good to know…” I ominously replied, thinking of the projects I would need metal work done.

“Why do I have the feeling my workload just increased.” He sighed as he took the sack to the kitchen area.

“Because it just did.” I replied before I jumped off the ledge and glided towards the cart.

“Not much more!” Atheros called as he set another large sack for me to take up.

“Good, it’s going along smoothly; by the way do you know any carpentry?” I asked as I grabbed the sack with my fore claws.

“I know some, my mother was a carpenter and I learned from her before I joined the scout core.” He replied.

“Good you will be able to make furniture for us.” I replied.

“Whoa, I know some carpentry, I am not that good.” he quickly replied.

“Well you will be able to learn quicker then Therin, who might have a thing for fire.” I said as I took off carrying another load to the ledge.

A few hours passed as we moved supplies into my new lair. The last thing I took was the draxx which was less than pleased with the short trip.

“Crap!” Atheros shouted.

“What?” I asked, as I piled up copper coins for my bed.

“How are we going to make a fire without wood?” he asked.

“I will just bring a tree up” I replied, “It will be fine.”

“It is starting to get dark, when are you going to do that?” he asked.

“Fine mom, I will get some now.” I moaned.

“I am not anyone’s mother!” Atheros shouted as I left the cave.

I flew towards the top of one of the towering trees, and I used my draconic breath to destroy the trunk causing the top to fall to the ground with a loud boom. I lifted the large log and dropped it on the ledge before I landed next to it.

“Is this enough wood?” I asked

“We need dry wood” he chided as he grabbed an axe from the corner. “Though it is a start, you still need dry wood.”

“I will see what I can do” I grumbled as I took off. I searched the area and gathered several large logs and flew them to the ledge.

I heard a squeal ring through the cave as Azazel jumped out of her pile of blankets in her little cave and stumbled towards me.

“Hello Azazel,” I said in English as she hugged my fore leg.

“She has become very attached to you this past week,” Atheros commented as he picked up the dry-ish wood.

“It’s weird, if you ask me.” Therin shouted from across the cave.

“You are just jealous, because she is terrified of you.” I jabbed.

“Yes, because everyone thinks that dark elves are scarier than the fricken glowing dragons.” He said, “That makes perfect sense.”

“Don’t worry; she eventually warm up to her crazy uncle.” I chuckled as I picked up the little demoness and set her on my back. She instantly plopped down and instantly started to chew on one of my crystalline spines.

“Why is she trying to eat you?” Therin asked as he started to gather the wood.

“No clue.” I replied, “Maybe she is teething or my spines taste delicious.”

“Tell me again, why did you adopt the little hellion?” He asked as he stacked the bundle of wood along the wall, next to the kitchen.

“Everyone needs excitement” I said as I walked over to my chamber carrying a large clinking crate filled copper coins. I set the large crate down and opened the lid with my fore claws, being careful not to throw the little demoness of my back. I then tipped the crate the coins flowed out of the box. I piled the coins in the small depression I had made when I was making the cave scrapping the last few coins into the pile, Azazel squealed with delight, laid down on the metal sea making myself comfortable.

“You know maybe the stereotypes have a bit of truth to them this is comfortable.” I mumbled as the coins flowed around my draconic form. “All I need now are some dragon sized pillows and I would be good to go.”

The days started to blend together as three of the four of us turned the claw made cave in to a fine lair where more than just dragons could live, and before anyone realized a week had passed, with more than a few incidence occurring, including the stream that now ran through, not only the kitchen but a small bathroom.

“What is that smell?” I asked myself as I flew back towards my lair. I flicked out my tongue and smelled the sour twang of blood. Curious of what creatures had tried to invade my new territory I angled my wings towards the smells source. After a few minutes of flying I came upon a grisly battle field. I roared as I dropped right in the middle of the fight causing them all to freeze, as they gazed upon my draconic form.

“Who dares invade my home?” I roared, the two sides were shocked. I surveyed the two groups. The first was a group of dark elves armed with sword and bow. On the other side was a race I haven’t met. Their skin was a stone gray, their hair was an almost luminous blond and on their back was pair of avian wings. The field was littered with bodies from both sides. There were only ten elves left of what must have been at least thirty. The gray skinned creatures had only two men remained but they had a look that said they were not going to surrender.

“Who in the dark god’s name are you?” one of the elves asked as he pointed a bow at me.

“One who will ruin your day, if you act in an… uncivil manner.” I growled.

“Wait,” one of the elves interjected, “isn’t that Therin’s pet?”

“No, Therin’s is much smaller than this.” another replied.

“Therin is my pet,” I chuckled, “and if you don’t show some respect he will also hear about this from me first.”

I watched as the gray skinned creatures start to slowly back away hoping to escape in the confusion.

I stared at the two and said, “I am not finished with you yet, so stay there.”

“Elves, I will forgive your trespassing and dirtying my home, so leave; I will deal with the other two.” I commanded.

“Guards ready weapons!” an elf shouted.

In a fit of rage I released my magic and the elf turned to dust. “Leave!” I roared at the elves, who quickly broke rank and fled into the forest. I turned to the two stunned gray creatures. “What are you?” I asked

“You would not be able to pronounce what we call ourselves, but we are known by the humans as Nephilim.” the effeminate one replied.

“Huh, I will make a deal with you.” I stated, “One will stay, and in exchange, the other may go free, to report back as the only survivor of your whole squad. You may choose among yourselves who will stay.”

They quickly huddled together and started to whisper to each other their faces covered by their black wings and after a few moments they turned towards me.

The effeminate looking one said its voice quivered as it spoke, “I will stay and my subordinate will go and report our deaths.”

“Good, now go and don't return.” I said to the other. With a sad look on the remaining Nephilim face it flew off towards the north, I watched the nephilim as it looked back more than once before it broke through the tree line.

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