Arthur's Point of View

Pendragon Estate

“Can I ask you something?” Ty asked as he tried to punch me.

Grabbing his wrist, I twisted his arm around and pinned it behind his back. “Of course.” I told him as I pushed him forward and kicked him in his bottom.

Annoyed, he quickly started a flurry of attacks to hit me. “Why are you so focused on me?” Ty questioned. The boy had clearly grown and was getting stronger each day. “Why did you pick me?” He grunted out in effort.

Blocking all of his attacks, I replied calmly. “As far as I know, I won’t get old any time soon. Being a Dragon, you won’t either. Your growth, as it stands, should eclipse what you are now in less than a year.” Grabbing his ankle got him to yelp as I slammed him into the dirty below. “Imagine what you could be decades from now. There might be a limit to your strength, but we won’t know until we hit it.”

Groaning, he rolled over onto his hands and knees. “It didn’t have to be me. If you wanted a Dragon disciple, I’m sure you could’ve looked for one behind The Ashen Curtain. You have a relationship with the Dragons, don’t you?”

“The Dragonlands are not meant for mortals. A land of volcanic ash stretching out into the curtain. It is quite a sight to see, and I doubt many will have the pleasure of seeing behind The Ashen Curtain, but it’s not a place I would like to stay. Dragons are much like the Elves. Immortal to a degree. While it’s true any Dragon could fit those requirements, you were the one who was present.” I explained.

“Those are some really shitty reasons.” Typhon told me bluntly.

I shrugged. “Use what you got, and you’re what I got.” Ty didn’t seem to like that if his kick aimed at my head was anything to go by. I brushed him off before I continued. “I told you upfront what this would be.” He glared at me. “However, I have enjoyed our time, and I’m glad it was you. You have the right temperament for this. Your morals are outstanding, and you are very likely unique even among your own kind.”

That seemed to placate the boy. “Hmm…” He hummed out in thought. “What happened to Rock and Camoa?”

One of my brows raised at the sudden change of topics, but I answered. “Rock is escorting Camoa through the Forest. I’ve asked her to acquire something for me. He’s gone with her to protect her should she need it. He’ll also make a big enough fuss that I can find them should they need help.”

“And Camoa needed to get it for...?”

I crossed my arms. “She’s the one who knows how to make what I’m asking for. I’m assuming it’s not going that well or she can’t find a specific ingredient because they’ve been gone for a while now.”

“You have no plans to tell me what it is Camoa is getting for you?”

“Right now, I’m waiting for you to attack again.” I told him firmly. “Perhaps this training is too boring for you?” My eyes activated a gravity pillar around the area. “Shall we start over?”

Lucia's Point of View

Pendragon Estate

“You know,” Marina’s voice called out from behind me on the balcony. “You could join them.” She slowly floated next to me as she started to watch the training as well. “If you pushed hard enough, father would-“

“I don’t think he would.” I told her firmly. “I have been pushing, and he’s still…” Taking a deep breath to calm down, I placed my hands on the railing. “He’s more excited about training Alwin than he is me.”

Marina snorted at that. “I’m positive father is being cruel in regards to Alwin. However, I think he’s also doing it for you. Visualization is very important for magic. You know that. Besides, do you really expect him to put you through such training?”

She then motioned to Typhon who was struggling horribly. Bruises covered the boy as did many cuts. Arthur was no gentle as he continued to beat the child. It was hard to watch at times. There were more times where I thought Arthur was going overboard. Especially when Arthur ripped his shoulder from his socket. I wanted to interfere. Yet, Typhon continued to get up over and over again. He forcibly popped his shoulder back in before continuing.

“No. I suppose not. He’s not being that hard on Alwin is he?”

My concern grew when Marina avoided my look and responded unsurely with, “Uh…”