Noa focused intently on condensing her primordial energy, only realizing much later that it was already midnight.
As the temperature dropped, she crossed her arms and rubbed her arms for warmth, then lifted her gaze to the night sky.
A full moon hung high, casting a greenish glow over everything.
Blinking thoughtfully, Noa suddenly remembered something. "By the way, remember our conversation about live birth versus egg birth?"
Her ancestorâs voice echoed in her mind, responding slowly. âYes, I remember. You said that if you had the choice, you would still choose live birth because, more than instant strength, you enjoy the process of growing stronger step by step.â
Noa nodded. âAfter that, I asked you the same question.â
âYes.â
âBut your answer threw me off.â
Noa continued, âYou said⊠your birth was a mistake. I didnât understand what you meant by that, and I wanted to ask more, but you hurried me off to find my motherâs pendant. So⊠could you explain it to me now?â
When it came to the Dragon Kingâs history, Noa could only find fragments in ancient texts.
Her ancestor was celebrated as a hero of the entire dragon race, a savior, depicted in every history book as a flawless figure.
In detail, though, the stories were always grandiose.
The dragons sang of her achievements, yet rarely did anyone explore the personal history behind that shining legacy.
In response to Noaâs question, the ancestor remained silent.
Memories from thousands of years ago stirred within the ancient dragon, overlapping with recent moments shared with Noa.
Lost in thought, she felt as if time itself had blurred, past and present becoming one.
Her silence stretched on until Noa took a step forward, stopping directly in front of her massive dragon eyes.
The white, slit-pupil eyes acted as a mirror, reflecting Noaâs image perfectly.
âI can tell it must be a painful memory, so I wonât force you to talk about it.â
âBut I genuinely want to understand you better, Ancestor.â
Normally, Noa wasnât interested in prying into othersâ secrets. She rarely asked anyone so many questions.
But the figure before her was different.
She had come from a distant past, awakened after millennia in Noaâs consciousness.
In these past few months, they had grown closer, each learning more about the other.
The ancestorâs former hostility toward Noa had gradually faded, and Noaâs curiosity about this mysterious dragon hero had slowly grown.
Within this dark-golden space, a conversation that spanned eons had quietly begun.
After a long pause, Noaâs ancestor finally closed her dragon eyes and rose slowly.
The enormous dragon form contrasted starkly with Noaâs small figure.
Noa tilted her head back, looking up at the ancient dragon. âAre you going to kick me out now?â
In the past, whenever her ancestor was in a joking mood, she would flap her wings and toss Noa out of her mindscape.
After it happened a few times, Noa had started to wonder. âAncestor, this is my consciousness. How do you manage to kick me out?â
The ancestor had merely laughed. âNoa, do you really want to know?â
Over time, Noa had grown used to her quirks and would simply walk away.
But now, as her ancestor stayed silent, Noa sensed that she would likely be thrown out again rather than get an answer.
With a resigned sigh, Noa turned, giving a small wave. âI said I wouldnât force you to answer, so you donât need to send me out. Iâll go myself.â
Plopâplopâ
Her small shoes tapped softly against the waterâs surface as she began to walk toward the exit of the mindscape.
She had barely taken a few steps when she felt a faint energy ripple behind her.
Looking down, she noticed the water at her feet was rippling, waves spreading from behind her.
Noa whipped around to see the massive white dragon folding her wings, her eyes glowing with magic.
Moments later, the light faded, revealing a small figure standing on the waterâs surface.
Noaâs eyes widened in shock, speechless.
Before her stood a delicate beauty, her long hair cascading to her waist like a waterfall. She wore a white dress with a high-low hemline, revealing long, slender legs wrapped in boots. Her skin was flawless, an unblemished canvas of elegance.
Her gaze was calm and cool, with a star-shaped earring glinting on her right ear, adding a touch of sparkle.
She looked almost too perfect, like an exquisitely crafted sculpture.
ââŠAncestor?â
It took Noa a moment to process that this was her ancestorâs human form.
The ethereal beauty began walking toward Noa, her steps graceful, exuding an aura that was less intimidating than most Dragon Kings but filled with a supreme elegance that commanded admiration.
The white tail trailing behind her was unlike modern dragonsââit was sleeker, shinier, and longer.
Noa was captivated by her presence, only snapping out of it when the woman stopped directly in front of her.
âLittle one.â
âHuh? Oh, sorryâŠâ
The ancestorâs voice in human form was gentler, softerâdifferent from her dragon form.
There was a warmth to it, like a gentle spring breeze.
The woman placed one hand on her hip while the other gently patted Noaâs head, her smile brimming with satisfaction.
Noa froze, lifting her head to meet her ancestorâs gaze along the length of her arm.
âWhatâŠwhat are you doing?â
âIâve wanted to do this for a long time. Your head is so soft and fun to pat.â
ââŠRight.â
âTurns out, even in human form, sheâs still the same eccentric ancestor.â
âSo, you avoided doing it before because you were afraid youâd accidentally squish me?â
âExactly. Youâre quite perceptive.â
âHa, well, thank you for that.â
Noa shook her head, wriggling free from the ancestorâs hand. âSo why did you only choose to show me your human form now?â
âBecause until now, we hadnât gathered enough primordial energy for me to transform. But with the Night Spirit Crystal, our power accumulation has sped up, giving me enough magic to take this form.â
Noa nodded in understanding.
âOh, right, aside from patting your head, thereâs something else Iâve been wanting to do.â
âWhatâhey! Donât hug me! Let goââ
Before Noa could react, her ancestor pulled her into a bear hug, holding her tightly.
The soft, warm breath tickled Noaâs face, and she tried to wriggle free, clearly uncomfortable with the close contact.
Though sheâd grown accustomed to her familyâs embraces, Noa was still unused to physical closeness with anyone else. She kicked her feet slightly, her little tail twitching in protest.
âYou⊠you old creature⊠youâre acting just like Aunt Isha!â
Noa tried to push away the soft face nuzzling against her cheek, but the stubborn white dragon clung to her like she was a beloved plush toy.
After a couple of halfhearted struggles, Noa gave up.
She let her ancestor hug, pat, and nuzzle her to her heartâs content.
âUgh, why are adults so childish?â
Once again, Noa found herself questioning the curious behavior of adults.
âAh~ so soft, so nice~ Is this what a young dragonâs body feels like? Amazing! And to think one day, this body will be all mine. It makes me even happier.â
â...Can you please stop saying weird things like that? You sound like a creepy aunt.â
Finally satisfied, the ancestor released Noa.
After adjusting her clothes, Noa looked up and asked, âSo now that youâre in human form, are you ready to tell me about your past?â
The âcreepy auntâ nodded, her expression growing serious as she looked down at the little dragon girl.
âMy story begins with the Dragon Goddess, Tiamat.â