"Thank you," Kaldarix said, offering his gratitude. He knew Mellin was now guarded towards him, and the fact that she was able to let him in regardless meant she still trusted him. That meant he would be able to get through and perhaps convince her to believe what he was about to say.
As Kaldarix stepped into her room and closed the door, he immediately enveloped the entire room in a silence spell. He didn't want the conversation he would now have with Mellin to leak out, allowing Akun to hear what he was about to discuss.
Seeing that she had a guest, Mellin chose to requip her regular clothes.
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"So, what is it?" Mellin asked curiously, sitting by the side of her bed that faced the window, choosing to gaze at the stars that lit up the night sky.
Kaldarix let out a soft sigh, almost as if he was about to get something off his chest. He then began in a low, calm tone, "Mellin, do you remember me? Our home or what happened?"
Mellin turned to face him as she narrowed her gaze, a hint of suspicion lingering in their depths as she asked, "Kaldarix, what are you talking about? You are Kaldarix, father's son and my brother and our home is back at Akundia, the home Father built." She said calmly as she proceeded to rest her head on her arm that was inclined on the bed.
Kaldarix gritted his teeth slightly as he heard Mellin say those words. It was obvious she was still without her memories, an existence he now felt was a type of death. Imagine suddenly not knowing who you are or wholeheartedly believing you were someone else—haven't you died in a way? After all, you were not yourself; you are not aware you are actually existing anymore.
Now, Kaldarix was having a somewhat distorted view of Akun. A part of him saw him as his father, while another part saw him as some random unknown dragon who possessed unimaginable power. Both sides were fighting for dominance, and Kaldarix couldn't wholeheartedly say both sides were the same person.
"Look, Mellin," Kaldarix retorted, his voice holding a small hint of regret in its depths, He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. "I am not simply who you say I am, and neither are you. We are so much more." He took a step closer to Mellin, his eyes pleading. "And that place, as it is now, can't really be called our home."
Mellin's look of suspicion only seemed to intensify as she proceeded to ask, "Kaldarix, what are you trying to say? It's not like you to beat around the bush like this." She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest, defensive.
Kaldarix let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat, proceeding to sit on the ground, as he felt perhaps the figure of a warrior standing in a room like this was putting Mellin on edge. Once he did, he spoke softly, trying his best to get his point across, "Look, Mellin, I want you to please give me a chance and try to listen to what I want to say, okay?"
Mellin's gaze eased up slightly, her posture relaxing ever so slightly. "Go on." She uncrossed her arms, her expression softening.
Kaldarix began then, his voice heavy, "Mellin, you've lost your memories. You were once Mellin, the great ice dragon monarch. Despite your outwardly cold demeanor, you were a kind and caring leader. You ruled the ice dragon tribe and had a daughter who bore a child with a human. You were one of the last defenders as we fought back the gods who slaughtered our people."
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Kaldarix paused, letting his words settle. He continued, "And I am Kaldarix, the Dragon Lord, ruler over all dragons." His voice grew shaky. "The arrogant, pompous, and energetic monarch.
The same lord who failed to see the true intentions of a so-called close friend, the one who invited the gods to our home and brought about our people's slaughter – The same lord that… in the end couldn't actually protect anything, not his home, his people not even himself." Kaldarix teared up slightly, the weight of painful memories pressing down on him.
As he spoke, Mellin a sudden jolt of pain in her skull, it felt almost as if it was about to be ripped open. She grasped her head in pain and Kaldarix simply watched as he knew it was all part of the process.
She began to see flashes of the moments he described – moments of joy, of leadership, of her relationship with her people. She saw glimpses of him, the Dragon Lord, and the treacherous friend who betrayed them. She saw the forbidden union between her daughter and a human, the granddaughter she never met, and the raw fury of watching her people fall to the gods.
These fragmented memories flooded her vision, their full scope just beyond reach. Tears welled in her eyes. Whether these flashes were real or not, she felt a deep connection to them, a resonance from her very core. As the pain subsided she calmed down.
Seeing the tears well up in Mellin's eyes, Kaldarix couldn't help but smile softly. It was a sign she was regaining her memories. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning in slightly. "Don't cry now, Mellin. It doesn't suit you."
Mellin wiped her tears before they could fall, a smile slowly emerging on her face. She took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she steadied herself. Becoming slightly aware of Kaldarix's identity, she asked, "So, what do you plan to do now, Lord Kal?" She leaned forward, gripping the edge of her bed, somewhat excited to be reunited with the dragon monarch.
"Again with that nickname, Mellin? Why do you still choose to shorten my name?" Kaldarix asked, crossing his arms with playful annoyance.
Mellin smiled and chuckled, tilting her head slightly to the left. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Old habits die hard, as they say. Now, back to what you want to do now."
Kaldarix sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I obviously want to make Velora pay for what she did to our people, by taking away what's precious to her just like she did to us."
Mellin's blue dragon eyes glowed slightly as she leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. "And how exactly do you plan to go about that?"
Kaldarix gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as he kept his emotions somewhat under control. "First, I'll use my magic to help you regain all of your memories."
"And then what?" Mellin asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she spoke, the golden draconic crest that had previously subsided while he conversed rematerialized in Kaldarix's purple eyes. "And then," he paused, his eyes glowing slightly, "we'll bring this nation to ruin."
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