Silk stood at the entrance to the cave. She needed to find out what was happening to her, the dreams and visions. All of her questions lead her here. The occupant was the only promise of answers. The villagers told her an old dragon lived inside. He was a relic from a past so ancient that most people didn't remember it.
"Mr. Dragon, sir? May I come in?" she called out. There was no answer. She sniffed the air. No sulfur but she could smell smoke and meat cooking. Her stomach growled.
"Light," she whispered. A small soft pink ball of light appeared in her hand. Cautiously she entered the cave. She would get her answers or die trying.
When she emerged into the cavern, she found a small house set up. There was a kitchen area along with a table and two chairs. Two plates were set out with food. Close by was a large bed and on the opposite wall was a library and study area.
"My queen, you've came back," a voice whispered from behind her.
"Um, I'm sorry. You must have me confused with someone else. I am not your queen." Silk felt awkward at the thought that she could be a queen. She was a strong but simple mage.
"Your aura says otherwise." The stranger stood in the shadows. It was difficult for her to get a good look at him. He had light colored hair, mostly cut close but he had a single long braid extended past his shoulder. The man appeared to be middle aged like her but he was very muscular under his grey robes.
"My aura?" Silk couldn't hide the confusion she felt.
"Come sit and eat. I made Cassoulet." The man walked past her, close enough she could see his eyes were the same as hers. His were a deep red compared to her soft amber. Silk followed him over to the table. He reached out and took her staff and bag. When he tried to take her cloak she refused, pulling it closer around her body. It wasn't anything fancy but it's magic hid her large breasts and full hips.
"My queen, I have seen your body. There is no reason to hide it from me. Please allow me to clean the garment and mend the spells and cloth." He held out massive hands and waited patiently. Silk looked at them and then his eyes. They were soft red. Slowly she unclasped her cloak and handed it to him.
"What is your name sir?"
"You called me Mr. Dragon a few moments ago. Is that not what you wish to call me?" A playful smile formed on his lips.
"No it is not." Silk was embarrassed. "I would like to address you properly."
"I am the dragon known as Spark. I served you when you were our queen and I trained your grandfathers. We all thought your mother was the reborn but she had no talent for pure magic or for beast control." Spark had begun to explain but stopped.
"If this is all true, you are hundreds of years old." Silk stared at him. He looked to be in his mid fourties. Magic users looked young but this was unheard of.
"I am far older than that. I am not among the Dawn Dragons but only slightly younger." He held out his hand for her. She could feel his eyes trace her large breasts and the curves of her hips. "Please eat. We will discuss lineage later."
Silk wished she had kept her cloak but something in her trusted Spark. She took his hand and walked with him to the table. They sat and ate in silence.
When they were done Spark cleared the table and returned. He sat across from her with his hands folded on the table. "You may ask me any questions you have and I will try to answer as clearly as possible."
"Alright. Please tell me if I am correct: You think I am your queen reborn. You are one of the few remaining dragons left in this world and you trained my grandfathers."
"Yes, that is mostly correct, a very simple humanistic explanation of it but true."
"If I am reborn, then how did I die? When did I die? This is all assuming that I am your queen." Silk still did not believe that she was a queen. She sat back, crossed her arms and waited for his answers.
"You died at the hands of the humans two thousand years ago. You surrendered yourself to them to bring peace. They feared our kind and hunted us. You were the last female so that meant once you were dead there would be no more dragons born. Humans did not know that we have the ability shift into and mate with other species. There are millions of dragon hybrids out there. You, my queen, chose the strongest magic line and were reborn."
"But you said my mother couldn't use magic."
"No, she couldn't use pure magic. She could use simple spells. Your father and his parents could use the ancient pure magic. Your mother's parents could as well. We think your mother's magic was used to conceive you. The magic needed to birth a Chaos Beast is immense."
"So my mother had a magical uterus." Silk couldn't help but laugh. Her parents had been murdered when she was young and she grew up listening to fantastic stories her grandfather would tell her. They all started to feel too real now. Spark was sharing things that she had only heard from her grandfather.
"He wasn't crazy. He was trying to share memories and knowledge, to pass them along to you the only way he was comfortable." Spark paused. She could tell he was trying to figure out how to explain something.
"Alright, so he wasn't crazy. You're not crazy and neither am I. If I am your queen, why would I be reborn now, thousands of years later?"
"You promised you would return when you thought humans, dragons and all the other species could accept each other. Maybe now is the right time." Spark shrugged.
"The world is in chaos. I don't see that happening." Silk leaned forward on her elbows and studied him.
"If you collect the genetic memories from the Dawn Dragons and other Chaos Beasts it is possible."
"I am afraid to ask but, how do I do that?"
"You must collect their basic genetic material." Spark explained casually.
"Wait, did I hear you correctly? Please dumb it down for me." She did not like what he was explaining. A knot formed in her stomach at the thought of what he was suggesting.
"You must mate with them. The eggs you lay will have the worlds history and they will become ambassadors to all other species."
