blazing-lionheart:
“….Mother…She was-?” The words caught in his throat and it took a second for him to elaborate again. Figuring out how to say this was going to be the hard part, especially since it was clear that he hadn’t shown any signs of this while he was younger.
“I’ve met someone like her, I think. A priestess from the Nabata Desert. She always seemed to know what would happen in the future, but how far she never said.” Sophia had of course been a trusted ally in finding in the Eight General’s weapons and the war in general, but there was something else that she seemed to of been hiding. He guessed that this was it.
It was clear that he’d calmed down, at least a little bit anyways, but the greater issue still remained: how had he transformed in the first place? He did age, at least slightly from when the war started, and he was definitely older than the version of him that was here, but transformation at this scale of draconic blood shouldn’t be possible…right?
“Though I am worried about if this is temporary or not…I should’ve asked Fae when I had the chance, she would know.” The contrast of the claws compared to his normal human hands was made all the more apparent to him when he grabbed his arms with his hands to avoid hurting Eliwood. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
The content of his grown child’s words immediately causes Eliwood’s cerulean eyes to fall to the floor, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. As he had suspected, his future self had yet to disclose the complete truth regarding his late wife. Now that Roy was standing beside him, anxious and partially transformed, he knew he could no longer withhold the information. But, there was still hesitance in his heart. It was a secret held close to his breast, fearing that being exposed would place his child in great danger. To speak of it, no, to even think of it, felt like sin. Lifting his eyes, he looked to the face of his child. How could he shift the burden to his shoulders, when he was so clearly frightened and shocked? It would be cruel.
“Come, Roy.” Eliwood’s voice was soft, more vulnerable than he intended as he ushered his son to join him on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room, away from both the door and the window. Once seated, he draped an arm around him, resting his hand on his right shoulder and giving it a tender squeeze. He wasn’t certain if it was to comfort the jitters of his own or Roy’s anxiety, but it steadied him. As his father, the responsibility fell to him to tell Roy the truth, not for Roy to discover it for himself.
“Your mother…she was a dancer. She and her brother, a bard, worked as traveling performers to survive,” He began, his voice wistful, “they were pursued by an group known as the Black Fang, who at the time, had been corrupted by an evil force.” He lifted his head, as if he were looking to the heavens.
“The two were pursued, but not as a result of their occupation. They were dragons. Your mother was a priestess with great power. She had the ability to summon dragons through the Dragon’s Gate. She was also able to transform between a human an dragon form.“
With the slightest look of confusion on his face, Roy followed his father over to the window. Having him nearby helped to calm him down more, but the worry in his face was clear when Eliwood spoke of the Black Fang. He’d heard some things, given his reaction, but not everything. His mother being followed by them was new information for him.
“So mother was a dragon. Was it ever made clear which type?” He knew of Idunn, who he assumed was a divine dragon that had been twisted, Fae, who was an actual divine dragon, and the various fire dragons that they had fought in the war. Though he hadn’t encountered any ice dragons, none of the scales’ color looked remotely familiar to him. Or was it his memory was that warped?
Roy did feel a bit...awful for making his father talk about something like this. It clearly pained him to do so, but he had so many questions. If for nothing else, this needed to happen because of the lack of knowledge he had surrounding his mother. Silently, he wondered if there was a way for him to learn if she ever used a dragonstone. Even if it was one tailored to a half-dragon (which he had the sneaking suspicion that she was) it was still something of his mother to remember her by.
