Tiamat sat there as still as a statue. Staring at the one tree amidst a horror of darkness. Behind her, she heard her White mate step out of a portal. “I take it they made it back safely?”
“Yes my queen,” Zinguthrac said as he looked at the golem-made tree. Over the course of six months, it had blossomed into a living tree. Already the growth was spreading out, half purifying the shattered landscape between the two gates. “I don’t understand. Why not let them see this?” He growled but a look from his love’s white had silenced him.
“There was no need for them to know. And even I am not sure of the implications of this, or how far it would spread.” Tiamat’s White head sighed. “I knew the boy had talent, it’s why I gave him that scroll and the incantations to craft such a golem. Powerful enough to take down that pesky Guardian. But I never expected this. The knowledge may have been mine but the power was all him. For him to pour such power into it, his love for that girl must be great if he could do what generations of his people could not.”
“So what would be so wrong in them seeing it?” the white knelt down shaking his head, trying to comprehend her meaning.
“Because word would have gotten back to the young boy. I do not want to boost his ego more than it already is. He is way too young and I would hate for him to turn out as ego-boosted as his father was. Damn that Kiyoko. She was right again.” Tiamat roared as she stamped her claw into the dirt. “I often asked why her husband’s clan never tried to heal this area, but all she said was ‘one will come with the blessing and strength of nature. He alone can sow the seed that might heal the lands. And it is you who will give him that seed.’” Tiamat’s voice raised in half mockery of her old friend’s. The Dragon Mother always hated when she had to admit she was wrong. Especially to her old friend.
“Despite my feelings, I am curious about how that boy will turn out. The kind of grown spirit he will become.” Looking down at her white companion all five heads sighed as he was still confused. “Nevermind. Just do not go thinking about it.”
Zinguthrac nodded and nuzzled the white head he loved.
“Perhaps one day when my young vassal can take over for me.” Tiamat opened a large portal behind them. The blazing lights of her den made the leaves of the golem tree shimmer. “She will not have to handle such things on her own. Those two.” Touching the head of the wooden fox, she remembered the young kit who wrestled with her tail and looked at her with no trace of fear in his eyes. “OH yes, those two certainly have it in them to change this world for the better.” Wrapping a wing about her White head’s mate the pair stepped through the portal.