Mama Dragon

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And this is [[now:]]

Malik turns to face his friend: an irish demi-god named Rory. Rory’s cheeks are pink. His hair has traces of gold from a beauty spell he renews every morning. <img src= "https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d7/92/94/d79294727bfaf49e0789f282fc3dee3b.jpg" /> [[Do you need something?]] [[What do you want?]] [[What's on your face? What are you wearing?]]

"Oi, bastard, I'm talking to you!" [[Ignore the voice again]] [[What do you want?]] [[Do you need something?]]

“Mate, get a grip. You’ve been sitting in this cave for centuries and it’s bloody depressing. Come outside with me, breathe in the fresh air. Maybe checking on those mortals you hate so much will make you feel better.” [[How would that make me feel better??]]

Malik turns to glare at Rory, an irish demi-god who likes to call himself Malik's best friend. Rory's cheeks are flushed with anger, eyebrows furrowed. “What do I want?" Rory repeats in an exasperated tone. "Can’t a lad come join his friend in his century-long depression fest?” Malik makes a "hmph" sound and returns his attention to the cave wall, showing his back to Rory. Rory lets out a long-suffering sigh and moves to sit on Malik's tail. His hand reaches out to smooth over the scales that were once red and shiny,but are now burgundy and dull. “I keep telling you, it’s no use staying in this form. You’ve got to conserve what little magic you have left.” [[What are you talking about?]]

“They’re pretty miserable down there, ever since their favorite dragon god abandoned them.” [[I abandoned them? They abandoned me!]]

“That’s what I’m saying, bro! Seeing your enemies suffer is the best remedy for depression. Take it from me, my mother’s a healer.” Rory's mother is not a healer, but Malik doesn't comment on that (it's an ongoing argument that can last for hours) [[Alright, I’ll go with you]] [[Naw, Imma stay here ]]

A red flare lights up the sky outside. The cave shakes, rocks crumbling down around Malik and Rory. They race outside, eyes wide, hearts thudding. From the edge of the cliff they spot the nearby village. The castle is in flames. Humans run from away in a frenzy, while others-- the brave ones--race towards the flames, hoping to rescue the ones inside. <img src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRHo_AezmojxeOrDkwbDuAHy20-B55cjmKtm13OMq0wsrkQZ-rgSA" /> [[Get down there]] [[Abandon the kingdom]]

“Malik,” the voice persists. [[Ignore]]

“Malik, I know you're in here. You're stinkin’ the whole place up.” Malik turns to glare at Rory, an irish demi-god who decides to call himself the dragon's best friend. Rory sticks his tongue out playfully, cackling when Malik rolls his eyes. Rory approaches him, the sound of his footsteps echoing. Malik's wings hang low on his back, as though he is too weak to carry them anymore. Rory reaches a hand out to [[touch]] them.

Rory's hands hover over the dull scales hesitantly. His fingers pulse with magic, and the scales glow for a few minutes before flickering off again. The two pause, the air tense. They both know that isn't a good sign. "Listen," Rory says, tone hesitant in a way that tells Malik he won't like what he hears next. "You’ve been in that form for months. I say it’s time to take a bit of a break, yeah? You're starting to look a bit… rusty.” Malik sighs. “Rory, you know the only bit of magic I have left allows me to remain in this state.” “Right, of course. But the thing is, it’ll wear out your magic faster. C’mon. I’m in my human form as well, at least you’ll have that--solidarity.” [["Fine, I'll transform into my human form."]] [["Solidarity? F*ck you."]]

"What are you talking about? I am a god! I have an endless amount of magic." “Malik, living in a state of denial isn’t going to help anyone. You know that a god’s power is dependent on the strength and size of their believers. Their faith’s dwindled down to nothing. Gone are the lantern festivals thrown in your honor. Gone are the crowds that travel land and sea to watch you dance. You can’t even breathe fire anymor--” [[That's enough!]] [[Alright, I get it!]] [[Shut up before I make you shut up.]]

Rory clicked his tongue. “Aye, bet this is why Hari broke up with you.” “Now, you listen--” “Hello?” A panicked voice calls. Malik and Rory exchange a glance. “Please! Help!” Malik glares at the entrance of the cave. A dying knight crawls towards the cave, one hand dragging him through the dirt, the other clutching a bundled up blanket. There is blood dripping down his face, his armor damaged. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/36/a0/0036a0e15721e2302411b7d127a14ebd.jpg" "Oh hell naw." Rory complains. "No thank you." He claps his hands and disappears. Typical. Malik ignores Rory's cowardice and breathes in, conjuring enough power to make his voice boom in a god-like fashion. [[Who hath enter'd my sanctuary?]] [[What do you seek?]]

Water drips down the cave walls. The sound echoes in the small space, accompanied by dying breath. In a glowing crevice lies Malik. He rests to stabilize his life force. It has been a century since the last festival was thrown in his [[honor.]] <img src=" https://i.pinimg.com/736x/aa/3f/d7/aa3fd75f7563b5b456ec22bb2e965019--limestone-caves-glow-worms.jpg" />

The earth shakes. Rocks crumbling down around them. Rory stumbles forward, almost falling off the cliff, but Malik catches him with his tail. Rory rights himself, panting. His face is red and splotchy. "What the bloody hell was that?" With a flick of his tail, Malik's vision sharpens. He scans the kingdom for the source of the explosion. The srceams of villagers pierced the air, knights rushing towards flames. "But why would they-- oh shit, the castle!" [[Oh shit the castle, indeed.]]

<img src="http://www.volumevisuel.fr/Collections/_IMAGES/Ex%20abrupto/Windsor-Castle-Fire-Johnny-de-Brest-Princess-Diana-Prinzessin-Diana.jpg"/> "I'm going down there!" Rory yells, wings already making their appearance on his back. "Stay here or come with me, I don't care. But I can't just watch this all play out the way you might." He soars down the cliff, towards the burning kingdom. The comment bites at Malik. What will he do? [[Get down there]] [[Abandon the kingdom]]

(font: "Satisfy; font-size: 25px") [Every year, the people would throw a festival to honor him as their mighty god.] <img src= "https://i.pinimg.com/564x/aa/6f/08/aa6f088f3832f2dd1325178b544db6ce.jpg" /> (link: "Next") [(display: "3")] [[ ->3]]

Malik takes flight. His wings flap frantically behind him, propelling him faster and faster. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a2/72/2e/a2722ecb9720c1eb09447c7e5d8df316.jpg"/> The screams grow louder and Malik draws closer to the scene, and the heat from the flames are scorching. (Or they would be if Malik weren't immune.) He lands in front of the castle, the earth shaking with his [[weight.]]

Malik glances at the sight once more and turns away. He spreads his wings and flies back into the cave, settling back into the glowing crevice. The villager's srceams can still be heard. With a snap of a claw, Malik makes the sound disappear. He breathes deeply, head and eyes drooping, until he falls asleep. [[Zzzzz...]]

(font: "Satisfy; font-size: 25px") [Music and dancing would fill the streets, centered around a dais, in which Malik would sit [[atop]].]

He is jolted awake by a sharp cry. "Help! Please!" Malik glares at the entrance of the cave. A dying knight crawls towards the cave, one hand dragging him through the dirt, the other clutching a bundled up blanket. There is blood dripping down his face, his armor damaged. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/36/a0/0036a0e15721e2302411b7d127a14ebd.jpg" Malik turns himself invisible. He breathes in, conjuring enough power to make his voice boom in a god-like fashion. [[Who hath entered my sanctuary?]] [[What do you seek?]]

Tears and mucus stream down the knight's face, mixing with the blood and puddling onto the floor. The blanket in his arms wiggles, revealing the srcunched up, red face of an infant. "Please..." the knight croaks, holding the bundled blanket out to Malik. "Save the princess..." The knight faints. [[Transform and catch the baby]] [[Let the baby die]]

Tears and mucus stream down the knight's face, mixing with the blood and puddling onto the floor. The blanket in his arms wiggles, revealing the srcunched up, red face of an infant. "Please..." the knight croaks, holding the bundled blanket out to Malik. "Save the princess..." The knight collapses. [[Transform and catch the baby]] [[Let the baby die]]

The knight struggles to push himself up. "Almighty god! My village has been set ablaze, and the castle has been taken under seige. The royal family has been slaughtered. I, and the princess, are the only survivors left. Please! I ask for your aid." [["And what do you offer me in return?"]] [[Ignore the knight]]

Malik freezes, watching everything unfold in slow motion. Rory dashes foward, catching the princess before she makes impact with the ground. She cries in his arms, face red and srcunched up. "Jeez," Rory gasps, rocking back and forth in an effort to calm her down. "Can't believe you just stood there." "I-I was shocked!" Malik explains. "A human just died in front of me." "Judging by the way the knight looks, I'd say that isn't the only casualty."

The color drains from Rory's face. Malik's eyes widen. "F*ck," he curses. "Don't tell me--" Rory nods. "It was her. Cahira." [[NoOOoooOOOoooOOO]]

The princess cries harder, as if she knows of the treacherous Cahira.

"Do I have to do //everything// around here?" Rory digs into his jean pocket, and pulls out an iPhone. "What is //that//?" Malik asks, baffled. Rory grins. "Oh, this?" He waves the phone in the air. "Took a summer trip to the future and got me one of these. Pretty handy, aren't they?" "Uhhhh... Sure?" He places the baby higher on his chest, moving his thumb over the srceen with one hand. "I'll put it on speaker." [[ring ring ring]]

The phone rings twice before Hari picks up. "Hello, you bastard." Malik grabs the phone, puzzled. In the background, Malik can hear the ocean waves. On the srceen is Hari's face. There are cucumbers over his eyes, his brown hair tied into a braid. Someone else appears to be holding the phone for him. "Hey, Hari!" Rory chirps. "We, uh, we need your help." "Um, who is we?" "Me and uhhhhhh Malik...?" Hari lifts a cucumber off one of his eyes, revealing a raised eyebrow. "Seriously? This had better be good." Malik raises the baby so that she's visible on the srceen. "Oh god." Hari groans. "I'll be there in [[ten."]]

A red flare lights up the sky outside. The cave shakes, rocks crumbling down around Malik and Rory. They race outside, eyes wide, hearts thudding. From the edge of the cliff they spot the nearby village. <img src="https://thenewroyaltyworldblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/windsor_castle_fire.jpg"/> The castle is in flames. Humans run away from the flames in a frenzy, while others-- the brave ones--race towards it, hoping to rescue ones inside. [[Get down there]] [[Abandon the kingdom]]

A red flare lights up the sky. The cave shakes, rocks crumbling down around Malik and Rory. They race outside, eyes wide, hearts thudding. From the edge of the cliff they spot the nearby village. <img src="https://thenewroyaltyworldblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/windsor_castle_fire.jpg"/> The castle is in flames. Humans run away from the flames in a frenzy, while others-- the brave ones--race towards it, hoping to rescue ones inside. [[Get down there]] [[Abandon the kingdom]]

A red flare lights up the sky outside. The cave shakes, rocks crumbling down around Malik and Rory. They race outside, eyes wide, hearts thudding. From the edge of the cliff they spot the nearby village. <img src="https://thenewroyaltyworldblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/windsor_castle_fire.jpg"/> The castle is in flames. Humans run away from the flames in a frenzy, while others-- the brave ones--race towards it, hoping to rescue ones inside. [[Get down there]] [[Abandon the kingdom]]

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f5/ed/a9/f5eda9c79c0630ef19004889db0615e8.jpg" /> Its purple eyes flash even brighter than the fire, blinding the other onlookers. But Malik can see the ancient face he is all too familiar with; the one he thought he had [[vanquished]] over a hundred years ago. //Cahira.//

[(transition: "pulse") [GAME OVER] ]

Malik transforms into his human form, catching the baby at lightning speed. With trembling hands, he brushes her black hair out of her face. Her red face srcunches up, face bursting into tears. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" Malik yells, almost dropping the baby in his panic. It's been a long time since he's been near a full-blooded human, a baby at that. He has no idea what to do. "MALIK!" Rory runs into the cave, crashing into one of the walls. "Jesus," Malik jumps, holding the baby tighter. "What is it?" Rory pants. "She.. she's here." "Who's here?" [["Cahira."]]

The knight cries pitifully, but Malik puts up a magic barrier to block both the sound and the sight. As the sun sets, the knight and the baby's cries grow weaker. At night fall they are struck silent for [[eternity.]]

(transition: 'pulse') [GAME OVER]

"Malik," An annoyed voice calls, disturbing the atmosphere. [[Turn around]] [[Ignore the voice]]

The word punches out a gasp from Malik's lungs. "But I thought I killed her over a century ago! I burned her //alive.// How- How can she possibly be-?" "I don't know." Rory says, shaking his head. "But she's back and she wants (transition: "pulse") [revenge."] Malik gulps. "That's not even the worst part... she- Wait. What is that?" He gestures towards the baby in Malik's arms. "And- oh my god." Rory jumps at seeing the dead soldier on the ground. "How the h3ll did I miss that!?" Malik bounces without rhythm, trying to soothe the baby. "Okay." Rory takes a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be fine." "Everything is not fine!" Malik shouts unhelpfully. The baby starts crying harder. "I don't know how to take care of this... this... infant! What are we going to do?" "Yelling isn't going to help!" Rory yells, unhelpfully. "We need... We need [[Hari."]]

Quickly, Malik presses his palms to the knight's back. With the power of the offering, his hands glow a vibrant blue. The knight and baby are enveloped in a bubble. The baby is lulled to sleep. The blood and mucus is washed away from their bodies, the wounds close, and the burns are remedied. "Thank you, Almighty Malik." The knight falls asleep inside the bubble, a smile on his face. Malik takes the baby, producing a crib for her to sleep in. Gently, he places her down, and then sighs. "What have I gotten into?"

"It was an honor to meet you, dear god." The soldier's eyes close, and Malik honors him with a moment of silence. He takes the baby, and sighs. "What am I going to do now?"

Rory's face contorts with anger, and Malik feels a pang of guilt. "I might be a //lowly// demi-god," Rory seethes, emphasizing Malik's words. "But at the very least I'm not the one being an asshole right now." "Rory-" "No. There are so many awful, scathing things I could say right now. But I'll keep it simple. That stubborn ego of yours is the reason why you no longer have a following. It's the reason your powers fade with every passing day. And lastly..." Malik inhales sharply, knowing what's coming. "It's the reason Hari left you." Tears prick at Malik's eyes, but he masks the hurt with fury.

Malik glares at the entrance of the cave. A dying knight crawls towards the cave, one hand dragging him through the dirt, the other clutching a bundled up blanket. There is blood dripping down his face, and his armor is damaged. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/36/a0/0036a0e15721e2302411b7d127a14ebd.jpg" Malik turns himself invisible. He breathes in, conjuring enough power to make his voice boom in a god-like fashion. [[Who hath enter'd my sanctuary?]] [[What do you seek?]]

Rory scoffs. "Fine, I'll leave. But think about this of foolish //god.// I'm the one--the only one-- who's stayed by your side all of these years. Once I leave, you'll be alone forever." Malik opens his mouth to say something.

"You're lucky my skin's thick enough to handle your insults. Else you'd be alone without me, lad." "You're annoying." "And you're a stick in the mud. Reckon this is why Hari left you." "Now you listen--"

"Fine! Rot in this cave forever. See if I care!" Rory leaves. Malik srceams out with a breath of fire, punching the wall in his frustration. Rocks crumble down around him as he punches it again. And again. And again. Panting, Malik slumps down until his heartbeat slows. He glances at the mess he's made and then closes his eyes. A sharp cry pierces the air. "Help!"]] the voice srceeches.

Rory jets off on a pair of feathered wings and doesn't look back. "I don't need him," Malik grumbles. "He doesn't matter to me at all." He crawls into one of the glowing crevices of the cave and curls up into a ball, wings moving to cover his eyes. He breathes deeply, head and eyes drooping, until he falls asleep. [Zzzzz...]]

"Wait," Malik says, reaching an arm towards him. Rory pauses. "I'm sorry." He says. "You're right. I shouldn't have said that, I was just angry and frustrated and miserable. But I really am grateful that you've stayed by me through all of... all of the sh*t. The irish demi-god smiles tentatively. "I appreciate it, man. Thanks." "You're welcome--" [["Help!"

"HARI? As in my //ex// Hari??? NO F*CKING WAY." "Mate, I know it's a bit awkward and you've still got some lingering feelings, but Hari is the ''god of creation''. If anyone knows how to take care of a baby, it's him." "Why can't we just send it to another dimension?" "Wow, Malik's abandoning //another// human? Why am I not surprised?" Malik's jaw clenches. "How many times do I have to tell you--" "Yeah, yeah, yeah! They abandonned you! We get it!" Malik huffs. "Look," Rory starts, voice kinder, "you know what it's like to be abandoned. It's painful and lonely, and it only makes you bitter. This princess's home was just burned down. The royal family was killed, along with the majority of civilians. And the rest are being held prisoner by Cahira. We need to tackle our problems one at a time." [[You're right. But how are we going to contact Hari?]] [[Ugh. I do //not// what to do this]]

"I have no idea where he is. Last time I saw him was after I defeated Cahria. And you know what happened after that..." "I got it covered," Rory said, pulling something out from his back pocket. "What is //that//?" Malik asks, baffled. Rory grins. "Oh, this?" He waves the phone in the air. "Took a summer trip to the future and got me one of these. Pretty handy, aren't they?" "Uhhhh... Sure?" Malik places the baby higher on his chest, as Rory's thumb hovers over thee srceen. "I'll put it on speaker." [[ring ring ring]]

"Don't be such a brat. Alright, I'm going to call him." Rory pulls something out from his back pocket and presses it several times before holding it up to his ear. "What is that!?" The device has a little apple on the back of it. "...Can I eat it?" "What?" Rory pulls the square away from him and makes a face. "You don't know...? Oh right, you've literally been living under a rock..."

-TEN MINUTES LATER- "It's been ten minutes." Malik complains. The baby has fallen asleep in a crib Rory conjured up earlier. It rocks gently thanks to another spell he's used. "Be patient." "I can't. I don't want to-" (transition: "pulse") [Poof] <img src= "https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dc/d0/14/dcd0148540e1b7f5d0d7d3b4e4c69da9.jpg" /> Hari appears in front of them, looking fresh and clean. His hair is loose, and wavy, a few strands weaved into [[braids.]]

"So what happened?" Hari asks, stepping closer to the crib to get a good look at the baby. "It's a cute human. Small eyes, black hair. Wait, I remember creating this face... She's the princess, isn't she?" "Yeah," Malik admits. "A dying solider approached the cave, begging me to protect her. "I couldn't say no." "Did you ask for something in return?" [["Yes."]] [["No."]]

"I asked for this necklace." Malik pulls out the necklace the soldier had handed him earlier. Harry touches the necklace. "This is a very powerful object. It will protect the wearer and give them strength." "In that case..." Malik put the necklace on the baby. "She can have it. She'll need it more than I do." "Why?" Hari asks. "What are you going to do?" We're going to raise this... //thing.// And teach it how to fight." "I hope you're ready to take care of her, then. Parenting requires a lot of work, you know." [["I know."]]

"Wow," Rory says. "I can't believe you didn't ask for anything." "A dying soldier approached me with the f*cking princess in his hands. I'm not heartless, you know." "Really? Then you're going to raise this baby all by yourself?" "Yeah." "That's a lot of work, you know." [["I know."]]

"Wow, you're hair's pretty long now. You planning on donating it to charity later?" Rory teases. "F*ck off." Hari smirks at Rory. His face changes when he looks at Malik, turning to something more closed off. "Malik," he nods. "Hi, Hari." Malik scratched the back of his neck. "Um, you look nice." "So do you." Their postures relax almost simultaneously. "I forgot how handsome your human form is...." Malik flushes. "Ewwwwww," Rory complains. "Will both of you focus? We have more ugrent matters to attend to!" They all glance at the [[baby.]]

"It's Malik!" a woman cries. She claps. "He has returned! He has come to save us!" Malik exhales, closing his eyes. He stretches his wings out, the tips glowing gold, as he sucks in the fire with a deep inahle. He gulps it all down and belches. <img src = "https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a2/d4/e2/a2d4e282fc9953ba4fe8c5c601e24f4e.jpg" /> The knights and villagers around him cheer, expressing their gratitude with tears in their eyes. "Oh great god," A elderly woman with a dirty face speaks. She holds out a necklace to him, bowing her head. "Please accept my humble offering." [[Reach out to accept the offering]] [[Kindly refuse the offering]] [[Not-so-kindly refuse the offering]]

"How are you-!? But- I- How can you possibly still be alive!?" Cahira cackles, reveaing her pointed teeth. The human onlookers shriek in fear, as they run away from the scene. Malik remains paralyzed, mouth agape. This shouldn't be possible.

Malik storms into the castle, eyes flashing as he searches for any signs of life. He hears the cry of an infant and harsh cough. "Rory!" Malik yells, "Where are you?" "I'm here!" He says, voice faint. "I-cough-I have the princess! But I'm stuck under some rubble!" Once Malik finds Rory, he pushes the rubble off of him, freeing him and the princess. "Malik, I don't think she's going to make it... The rest of the royal family is dead, and her heartbeat's slowing down." "NO!" Malik cries. The baby looks up at him, her eyes drooping. Malik transforms into his human form, tears streaming down his face. He lowers his head... only to see that the necklace around his neck is [[glowing!]]

[[That's when the demon bursts through the castle roof]]

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/ee/2a/7fee2aaba11934432d50fbf6ced26bfb.jpg"/> "Thank you," Malik smiles, and holds the necklace tightly in his fist. A surge of power floods through him, and his jaw drops. "I hope it will come in handy." Touched, Malik casts a spell to wash the lady's face, fill her stomach and strengthen her joints. "Oh my!" She shouts, startled. "Now you can visit me anytime." Malik turns to the castle. "Anyway, I must go now." He charges through [[the castle door.]]

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/ee/2a/7fee2aaba11934432d50fbf6ced26bfb.jpg"/> "Thank you, but repayment won't be necessary. I should be checking inside the castle in case anyone needs help." Malik moves to do so, but the woman stops him. "Oh, but please." She pleads. "I have been waiting so long to offer this to you. At my age, I can no longer climb the mountain and pray to you." Malik pauses, glancing at the castle once more before accepting the gift. The woman looks so pleased that before he knows what he's doing, Malik casts a spell to wash her face and strengthen her joints. "Oh!" She jumps, startled. "You're welcome." Is all Malik says before rushing through [[the castle door.]]

(Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders? Choose again) [[Reach out to accept the offering]] [[Kindly refuse the offering]]

The knight snaps something off from under his armor, and holds it out to the god. <img src="https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1GS4lMFXXXXaFXXXXq6xXFXXXf/Handmade-Healing-Crystal-Necklace-Real-Pyramid-Necklace-Marble-Howlite-Pendulum-Amulet-Golden-Opal-Gem-Stone-Necklace.jpg_640x640.jpg"/> "This necklace has been handed down in my family for generations. It holds the power of every hope, wish, fear and prayer of anyone who has ever held it. I humbly offer it to you." Malik remains unmoving for a few more seconds, and then transforms into his human form. He reaches a hand out to touch it, and a spark of magic surges through his veins. Malik grips the item, clutching it tigheter when the feeling intensifies. His human appearance alters into the appearance of a [[younger man.]]

"Is that what they wear in Ireland nowadays?" Malik masks the amusement in his voice poorly. "Band-aids on their face?" "Shut up." Rory sticks his tongue out. "Was talking to this bird at the pub. Bought her a pint when this big, burly guy comes over. He gets real mad, like his face turns all red--and then he starts yelling at me to 'stop hitting on his girlfriend.' I look him up and down and start laughing. He's a foot shorter than me. And then his horns come out. Didn't realize he wasn't human." "You're a demi-god, though. I know you could take a damn ram. Were you that wasted?" "No, I won. Recieved a few minor scratches. No big deal. But the bird was all over me afterward, apologizing. Saying that was her ex. That they broke up because of his anger issues. She felt really bad, and we hung out afterward." [["Wow, thanks for telling me something I never wanted to know."]] [["Did you get laid?"]]

"I just love hearing about your exciting love life." Rory clicks his tonuge. "S'alright mate. Know you're still bitter about your break up with Hari." "I'm not bitter about Hari! That was, like, ninety-years-ago! I'm over it." "He asked about you, you know." Malik whips around so fast his neck cricks. "Really!?" "Ha! I knew you weren't over it." Rory continues at Malik's glare. "He just asked how you were doing. Same as always." "And what'd you tell him?" "That you were absolutely miserable." [["You said what!?"]] [["Rory, what the f*ck!?"]]

"Nah, we just cuddled." Rory smiles dreamily at the thought, making Malik roll his eyes. "What a riveting tale," Malik drawls. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to return to my all time favorite hobby: //ignoring// you." "Aye, don't be bitter! I know romance is a touchy subject since you still aren't over Hari and all." "Um, who says I'm not over Hari? I'm over Hari. I'm //so// over Hari. I've //been// over Hari!" Malik laughs nervously. "Then I guess you won't mind if I tell you that he's started seeing someone else." [["He's WHAT!?"]] [["Good for him."]]

"What? It's true!" "Yeah! But you don't tell my ex that!" "He's still not over you either, you know. Hari travels a lot, does a lot of meditating and self-care activites and all that. He's a pampered little prince." Malik isn't surprised that the god of creation knows how to live his life. "Is he... you know... seeing anyone?" Rory smirks, much to Malik's embarrassment, but the demi-god holds back on making fun. "No, he's not." "Even though it's been so long?" "C'mon, Malik. We all know you're the only one for Hari." Rory says softly. It makes Malik smile. "You just need to get your shit together. Shower. Change into your human form. Preserve your magic. Maybe [[leave this cave]] and socialize for once."

"What? It's true!" "Yeah! But-" Malik sputters. "That's me ex! You don't tell my ex that!" "C'mon you guys aren't kids. There's no need to play this "who's winning the breakup" shit. Besides he's not over you either. He //always// asks about you." "Is he... you know... seeing anyone?" Rory smirks, much to Malik's embarrassment, but the demi-god holds back on making fun. "No, he's not." "Even though it's been so long?" "C'mon, Malik. We all know you're the only one for Hari." Rory says, making Malik smile. "You just need to get your shit together. Change into your human form. Shower. Preserve your magic. Maybe [[leave this cave]] and socialize for once."

Malik and Rory exit the cave, Rory jumping from puddle to puddle along the way. Outside of the cave is a mountain overlooking the nearby kingdom-- the same kingdom that had abandoned their faith in Malik centuries ago. Malik frowns at the sight. Steam rises from the factory cramed in the slums. The castle looks more extravagant than before, almost overdecorated with red and gold. The contrast between the outskirts of the kingdom and the castle is so distinct. "It wasn't like this before," Malik whispers. "Before..." "Before the war wiped out half of the kingdom," Rory finished. Malik sighs. "Yeah." "They need you, you know." Rory says. "Ths kingdom hasn't been as happy or healthy since you left. And I know you need them, too." "I didn't leave." It's an age-old argument. "They stopped believing in me. Even though everything I did was to protect them from--" "OH MY GOD! What is [[that!?"]]

A string of black shadows jet through the sky, they swirl around the factory. They rotate faster and faster until the factory explodes. <img src="http://mediad.publicbroadcasting.net/p/wsiu/files/styles/medium/public/201509/salem_fire_1.jpg" /> "BLOODY HELL!" Rory yells, tipping over backwards as the ground shakes. Malik's tail reaches over to catch him, but he doesn't look away. His eyes narrow in search of the shadows. He gasps when he finds them. [[They're heading towards the castle!]]

"HA! I knew you still cared!" "Rory!" Malik yells. "Is Hari actually seeing someone??" "Naw, he's still so whipped. For //you.// That guy's always asking about you, mate. It's so bloody annoying." "Then why aren't we together?" Malik pouts. "If he really feels that way he'd be here right now." "Look, mate. Hari's the god of creation. He's a mcfriggin sage. So he knows that what you need right now, isn't to be with him. What you need is to get your shit together." "And how do I do that??" "I dont know. Start with the easy stuff first. Shower. Transform into your human form. Preserve your magic. Maybe [[leave this cave]] and socialize for once. Hari just wants what's best for you."

Rory looks surprised. "I"m glad you're handling this well. You've really matured." "Thanks." Five minutes pass. "So... who's he seeing? Is he, she, they cuter than me?" "Oh my god!" Rory laughs. "You haven't matured at all!" Malik raises his hands defensively "I'm just asking!" "I lied, mate. Hari isn't actually seeing anyone. He's enjoying the single life." "Oh..." Malik says, shoulders drooping. "Don't get me wrong, man, he's still totally into you. It's just that he knows that what you need right now, isn't something he alone can provide for you." "What do I need then, oh Wise One? "You know what you need? To get. your shit. to. geth. er." Rory claps at random intervals. "You need to freshen up, and [[leave this cave]] for once!" "Fine! I will!"

Malik's body glows and dissolves, reshaping its form until he looks human. "OH MY GOD!" Rory yells once the transformation is complete. 'What!?" Malik shouts. "What's wrong!?" "Dude!" Rory sputters. His mouth open and closes several times before he makes an ugly high-pitched noise. "You-! You're f*cking--" Malik touches his face and find that it feels soft and loose... His beard feels gnarly with tangles. He sinks down unto the ground, face hovering over one the puddles to check his reflection. <img src="http://i.imgur.com/psdEHTB.jpg" /> [[Scream]] [[Faint]] [[Cry]]

(transition: "shudder") [AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!] <img src="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/narutofanon/images/9/9d/ERDW.gif/revision/latest?cb=20140527043831"/> "Why am I so ugly!?" Malik cries. "This isn't right! This isn't how it's supposed to be!" "Okay..." Rory holds a hand up. "It's fine. It's okay. You're actually not //that// ugly." "What do you mean!? I was literally the most beautiful person in the world in my prime!" "That's true, but... we all get old..." "I hate my life. I want to //die.//" "But you won't." [[B*tch, try me.]] [[U right.]]

Don't be so dramatic. Pick a different option. [[Scream]] [[Cry]]

<img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/hppWdK8gcmzXq/giphy.gif"/> "I'm so [(transition: pulse) ugly!"] Malik sobs. "I can't believe this is happening to me." [["Help!"]] "Big f*cking mood."

Malik plugs his nose with one hand, and tries to remove the baby's diaper off with the other. She giggles, squirming around to make his job more difficult. "Okay," Malik whispers to himself. "This is fine. Everything is fine. Everything's going to be okay." He pulls out some baby wipes, the baby powder and a fresh diaper. "Why are you using all that mortal stuff?" Rory asks, shoving a spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth. "Why not just cast a spell to clean her up?" "Hari says not to do that with babies. Thinks it'll only make her //look// clean and cause infections." Malik finished wiping her up with a frown. "How much baby powder am I supposed to use?" "Hell if I know, go wild." Malik shakes out the baby powder like it's salt and the princess giggles, clapping her hands together. "Alright, now to the diaper..." The sticky thingies get stuck on Malik's hand. "Oh for Chist's [[sake."]]

Malik cradles the baby, bouncing up and down. The baby makes happy gurgling noises, as Malik pats her back. "C'mon princess. Why won't you burp?" She giggles and then throws up on his back. [["EW!"]]

Malik digs through the baby bag Harry left and pulls out a bottle of milk and the list of instructions. "Warm this up before feeding..." Malik reads. He shrugs. "Alright." He sets his hand on fire. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Rory shouts. "The hell are you doing!? Have you gone mad?" "What?" Malik asks, putting the fire out. "It says to heat the bottle up." "The bottle is plastic. It's going to melt. Here," Rory snaps his fingers and a strange box appears. "Is that a television?" "What? No! It's a microwave. Use that to heat up the baby's milk." [["Okay..."]]

Malik carries the baby to her crib, and tucks her in. He presses a button so her mobile starts spinning, playing a twinkly sounding song. She smiles up widely at him, as he brushes her bangs out of her face. "You need a name, don't you?" he asks. He thinks of all the names he knows. She rocks back and forth, biting at her thumb. He removes her thumb from her mouth. "I think I'm going to name you Lika... because you're so tough. Do you like that name?" She claps her hands, giggling. Malik sings along softly to the tune the mobile plays. He watches her face soften and her eyes close. When she's breathing deeply, he kisses her on the forehead. He crawls into bed and sighs, completely exhausted. "Malik," Rory whispers. "Pssst!" "What?" He grumbles, rolling over to face the opposite side. "...Can you sing me a lullaby, [[too?"]]

<img src="http://neemayn.beepworld.de/files/614fb0e6828daa14e8816c69360d7001-d4zgit4.jpg" /> "I accept your offering, dear human." Malik grins. "The payment is enough for me to help you as well. Do you wish for me to heal you?" The knight smiles weakly, eyes drooping. "It is enough for me to know I can entrust the princess to you..." [[Heal the knight]] [[Let it happen]]

"I'll take care of the factory!" Rory yells, giant wings making their appearance behind him. "You take care of the castle!" He flies towards the burning factory. Malik doesn't hesistate to take off after him. They're two arrows piercing through the sky, straight towards chaos. Soon Malik comes close enough to where the screams become defeaning. Villagers run past him, beneath where he hovers. But others head [[straight to the castle]] in hopes of saving the royal family.

The shadows have multiplied, a thousand more swirling around each pillar. (link: "Scratch!") [(display: "Scratch!")] [[ ->Scratch!]]

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/63/6d/9c636dd61ef178d300032a3c6cc97605.gif" /> Malik's claws tear through one group, making the shadows hiss and disappear. (link: "Hit!") [(display: "Hit!")] [[ ->Hit!]]

--And at the same time his tail smashes another group behind him! <img src="https://orangemushroom.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/trace-cut-effect.gif?w=595" /> (link: "Finishing blow!") [(display: "Finishing blow!")] [[ ->Finishing blow!]]

He huffs and exhales fire, burning the rest of them alive. <img src="http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/fire-breathing-dragon-gif-9.gif"/> [[Yes! I've done it!]]

(font: "Satisfy") [<h>Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a powerful dragon named Malik </h>] <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5d/e2/da/5de2da20a426f0581cee9851e7c13a05.jpg"/> (link: "Next") [(display: "2")] [[ ->2]]

(font: "Satisfy") [<h>Mama Dragon</h>] is a text-based game made on the platform Twine. Images are included with the intention of highlighting parts of the narrative in hope of a more immersive experience. Special text effects have also been included for the same reason. Now, on to the [[story:]] <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/"><img alt="Creative Commons License" style="border-width:0" src="https://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc/4.0/88x31.png" /></a> This work is licensed under a <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License</a>.

...But Malik is sorely mistaken. The shadows resurrect and combine into one giant, terrifying monster. <img src="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/clonewarsadventurescharacter/images/a/a1/D72d752c702b006e6ce1e8f74cd5fef7--dark-creatures-fantasy-creatures.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170727001822" /> And come straight at him! [[Flinch]] [[Freeze]]

Malik closes his eyes, and raises his arms to protect himself. But the blow never comes. He peeks through one eye to see Rory, and the barrier he's cast to protect them. "Seriously, Malik? I leave for one second and you almost get killed?" Relief floods through Malik. His mouth opens, but his knees fall out from under him before he can say anything. "Stay with my, Malik!" Rory shouts as he fends off the attackers. "We've got to save the royal family!" Malik barely registers this information, eyes drooping closed. [[Stay awake]] [[Fall asleep]]

Malik freezes, watching everything unfold and doing nothing to stop it. "I guess this is the end..." he whispers. He shuts his eyes and accepts his fate. [[Die]]

"F*ck!" Malik yells. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" He inhales deeply, and then sighs. His body shifts, shrinking and shrinking and shrinking until he becomes human. He pushes himself up, legs shaking. His breath comes out in frequent huffs.

"Sorry, Rory..." Malik whispers. He falls into a [[deep slumber.]]

"Oh naw, bitch!" Rory yells, jumping in front of Malik and attacking the shadows. He pulls heat and light from the sun and shoots it out at them. "Die, motherf*ckers! Die!" Malik laughs, and falls forward. His breath wheezes out of him. "Stay with me, Malik!" Rory yells. "We're not done yet." But Malik's eyes begin to droop. Sweat drips down his face. He's so tired... [[Fall asleep]] [[Stay awake]]

He dreams of a time of when he was loved by his kingdom. When the children would climb on him and slide down his back, shrieking in delight. When the elderly would gather and pray for themselves, for their families, and for him. When the adults would dance in the streets, moving to the beat of the drums. His dream shifts, showing him the darker parts of his memomry. To the reason why the kingdom stopped worshipping him. The reason why Hari left. To the time of the war, where he was forced to kill Cahira--a demon who was slaughtering humans off one by one in the middle of the night to strengthen her own powers. And the fear on the villager's faces when they saw how violent, how aggressive, how bloody he could be... Like the shadows, the villager's faces combine and form one giant monster. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/2f/83/732f83c8c254c03666f07bf3ea8b1f4d.jpg" /> //Cahira.// Malik is jolted awake by a [[gentle touch on his face.]]

Malik heaves, eyes opening. "He's alive!" A relieved voice shouts. "Thank God, he's alive!" Malik coughs, looking around at his surroundings. He's back in his cave. The crevices glowing brighter than ever. Rory is standing a few feets away, his hands rubbing over his face, eyes red. And Hari is sitting right in front of him, still touching his face. Malik feels Hari's fingers tremble, and he stills it with his own. "I-What happened?" "You were gone." Hari whispers. "Rory called me, said you needed me. So here I am." Malik smiles dreamily. "Here you are." [["But wait, what happened to the shadows?"]] [["We should make out."]]

"They came crawling out of there as soon as you died. I guess that was their goal all along?" "Those kinds of demons aren't usually so effectively powerful, though." Hari points out, handing Malik a glass of water. "They must've been acting on someone else's orders." "Whose?" Malik asks, once he's finished drinking. "That's the thing..." Rory trails off. "Their magic felt so //familiar.//" Malik's stomach drops, as he recalls his dream. "What?" Hari asks, upon seeing Malik's terrified expression. "What's wrong." "Nothing." But he says it too quickly. "What is it?" [[Tell them about the dream]] [[Hesitate]]

Hari laughs, but it sounds rough, like his throat is clogged up. Malik holds his arms out. "C'mere." HAri jumps on him, burying his face in Malik's chest. "Don't you ever do that to me ever again, you asshole!" Malik laughs, but rubs his back soothingly. Once Hari's calmed down, Malik speaks up. "So what happened with the shadows and the castle?" "They left after you collapsed." Rory speaks up, from where he's leaning against the cave wall. "Guess they got what they wanted." "Those kinds of demons aren't usually so effectively powerful, though." Hari points out, handing Malik a glass of water. "They must've been acting on someone else's orders." "Whose?" Malik asks, once he's finished drinking. "That's the thing..." Rory trails off. "Their magic felt so //familiar.//" Malik's stomach drops, as he recalls his dream. "What?" Hari asks, upon seeing Malik's terrified expression. "What's wrong." "Nothing." But he says it too quickly. "What is it?" [[Tell them about the dream]] [[Hesitate]]

"That's a scary-ass dream," Rory says, once Malik is finished. "But there's no way Cahira's back. You burned her alive! And the only one who can ressurect people is Hari, the goddamn god of creation!" "Well..." "Oh no." Hari chews on his bottom lip. "There's a ritual one can perform to ressurect someone. It's never successfully been done... Because the ingredients require a feather from an already extinct species, scales from a powerful dragon, and blood from five people of royal lineage." "Which bird?" Rory asks. "The great auk." "Oh no," Malik groans. "What?" "That's an irish bird. Rory's from f*cking Ireland." "Hey! Don't talk about Ireland like that! And just because it's Irish doesn't mean I'm automatically part great auk. Don't be racist." "...Sorry." "...I actually //am// part great auk." [[F*CK NOOOOOOOOOO]]

"Bitch, if you don't tell me right now, I swear to Go-" "Stop!" Hari glares at Rory, before turning back to Malik. His face and tone softens. "Tell me. What is it?" Malik bites his lip. "I had a dream... and I think those shadows were under Cahira's command." Silence. Rory is the first to break. "No way! You done killed that bitch ninety-three years ago--you set her on f*cking //fire!// There's no way she could've surived that." "Well," Hari says. "There is a way to resurrect her..." "Oh no," Rory groans. "This is coming from the god of creation. I'm scared." Hari frowns. "It's a difficult ritual to perform, and I've never known anyone to successful create the concoction. It requires the feather of a great auk, the scale of a dragon, and blood from five members of royal lineage." "Rory's part auk..." "Malik's a d*mn dragon..." "And the royal family..." Rory's eyes widen. [["No! Please tell me nothing happened to the royal family!"]]

"I'm sorry," Rory says. "But they killed off all of them." Tears prick at Malik's eyes, one escaping to slide down his cheek. "All of them except for the princess," Hari says. "But she's still a baby. And now she's all alone." "Well, where is she?" Desparation leaks through Malik's voice. [[Can I see her?"]]

"Guys," Hari intervenes. "There's still hope. They didn't get one of your scales, right Malik? They would've had to skin you alive." Malik doesn't answer. "Dude?" Rory prompts. "I-I don't know..." "So at least we have that. So we're safe." "But wait... what about the royal family?" Malik's question is met with silence. "Guys?" "The thing is..." Rory looks down at his hands. "The shadows didn't immediately disappear..." Malik's stomach drops. "And..." Hari speaks up. "I felt the loss of their souls..." [[All of them!?]]

"We have one survivor," Hari says solemnly. "We were able to save her just in time." "Where is she? Can I see her?" "She's sleeping, but she's deeper inside the cave, where's it's safer. C'mon, I'll show you." Hari leads the two of them farther, where the sunlight no longer reaches, and where the crystals shine brighter. "There she is," Hari whispers, pointing to a giant crater. "She's right in the middle of the crater. Don't worry, Rory's spelled it so that the bottom of it is soft enough for her to lay down." Malik tiptoes over, until he sees the face peaceful face of a baby. Her black hair covers the right side of her forehead. Tears prick at Malik's eyes. "What are we going to do?" Rory asks, sounding just as emotional as Malik feels. Malik clenches his fist, and tightens his jaw. "We're going to raise her, and train her to fight so that when Cahira //does// return, we'll be [[ready."]]

Hari nods leading the two of them farther into the cave, where the sunlight no longer reaches, and where the crystals shine brighter. "There she is," Hari whispers, pointing to a giant crater. "She's right in the middle of the crater. Don't worry, Rory's spelled it so that the bottom of it is soft enough for her to lay down." Malik tiptoes over, until he sees the face peaceful face of a baby. Her black hair covers the right side of her forehead. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/42/46/0d424635efd5846b5038ca8ea757c25b.jpg"/> Tears prick at Malik's eyes. "What are we going to do?" Rory asks, sounding just as emotional as Malik feels. Malik clenches his fist, and tightens his jaw. "We're going to raise her, and train her to fight so that when Cahira //does// return, we'll be [[ready."]]

But Malik hadn't fully grasped just how difficult it was going to be to take care of an infant. He found himself with big eye bags, crying as the baby kicked and screamed in his arms. "Shut that thing up," Rory groans, rubbing his eyes. "It's four in the f*cking morning." "You don't think I'm trying!?" Malik tries to yell, but his voice comes out all wobbly. "Where's Hari? Doesn't he know what to do?" "He stepped out to go get stuff the baby needs." The baby hits Malik in the face to get his attention and proceeds to cry harder. Rory yawns, and walks away. [["Good luck."]]

What will Malik do? [[Feed the baby]] [[Burp the baby]] [[Change the baby's diaper]] [[Sing the baby a lullaby]]

What will Malik do? [[Feed the baby]] [[Burp the baby]] [[Sing the baby a lullaby]]

What will Malik do? [[Burp the baby]] [[Sing the baby a lullaby]]

What will Malik do? [[Sing the baby a lullaby]]

But Malik underestimated just how difficult it would be to raise an infant. Hari did most of the work, of course. But it's not like Hari would be with the baby 24/7. Malik learns this the hard way when he finds himself with big eye bags, tears pouring down his face as the baby kicks and screams in his arms. "Shut that thing up," Rory groans, rubbing his eyes. "It's four in the f*cking morning." "You don't think I'm trying!?" Malik tries to yell, but his voice comes out all wobbly. "Where's Hari? Doesn't he know what to do?" "He's running errands right now! The baby hits Malik in the face to get his attention and proceeds to cry harder. Rory yawns, and walks away. [["Good luck."]]

Malik dies. (transition: 'pulse') [GAME OVER]

"Speaking of dying..." [["Help!"]]

Malik sighs, pulls Rory's phone out of his back pocket, and calls the only person who would know what to do in this situation. "Hello, Hari? Um, so, here's [[what's going on..."]]

"What am I doing?" Malik hisses. "I can't teleport!" [[Call for help]]

An hour later the four of them are in the cave. Hari has finished healing Rory, and the baby is floating in the cave, the glowing crystals enveloping her body. "I felt the other souls pass," Hari says. "Which means she has no blood-related family left. What are you going to do?" "I'm going to raise her," Malik says. "Human babies are gross, but human babies who have magic and make rocks float? Sign me the f*ck up." "... You sure you're ready for that." "I was born [[ready."]]

Malik gasps, ripping the necklace off his neck and putting it around the baby. Her eyes open and she smiles. Malik smiles back relieved. But then her eyes begin to close again. "Why is this happening!?" "Maybe she needs to drink whatever's in the vial," Rory says. "It looks like a healing potion. "Okay," Malik nods his head frantically, uncorking the vial. He pours her down her mouth, her body glows, embodied by a soft light. She floats up, flying through the air. [["Holy poop!"]] Rory yells.

The rubble on the ground floats up with her, forming armor that covers her body. "Does she have a name?" Malik asks. "Maybe. Think we should rename her?" "Yeah. I do." "What were you thinking? Rocky?" "I was thinking... Lika." "What does that mean?" Malik laughs. "Queen of rocks." Rory laughs too, and they watch the baby for a few minutes before sighing. "Now what do we do?" [[Call for help]] [[Teleport to the cave]]

Months pass and by the time Malik gets the hang of all the diaper changes, the late nights having to calm her down, and the burping-- he has to learn a new trick. He teaches her how to talk, and by the end of it her first words are: [["Mama Dwagon."]]

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