Falkor watched with amazement as Zafar and Mirani carried him into the palace. They walked through a straight hallway that had paintings and murals of many events and figures. He did not understand what they meant or what purpose they served, so he simply waited until the procession passed through a set of doors and arrived in a massive hall.

'Is this a throne room of some sort?' Falkor asked within his mind.

"I pay respects to the Tribal Chief! I have come to present my son to you!" Zafar suddenly exclaimed and went down on one knee. He held Falkor up in his hands and presented him forward, giving him a good view of the area Zafar was facing.

'Whoa!' Falkor was stunned by the beauty and resplendence of the throne room. He was also able to see a large, scaled being sitting on an elevated throne. The figure sat back with his hand supporting his head as he inspected the child that was presented to him.

"Bring him to me, Zafar. I see this one is special." The Tribal Chief said and leaned forward. Falkor was unfamiliar with the facial expressions that these reptilian beings were capable of displaying, so he did not know if what he saw was intrigue.

Zafar did as he was told and brought the child in his arms forward. Soon, he was at the foot of the throne and the Tribal Chief walked down to take Falkor in his hands.

"Gah!" A soft grunt escaped Falkor's mouth, surprising the Tribal Chief.

"Aha! A strong one!" He exclaimed and a wide grin spread over his face, although it was a bit terrifying and caused chills to run down Falkor's backside. "What is his name?" He turned to Zafar.

"His name is Falkor, Chief." Zafar replied.

"I see. This name has several meanings, but I see only two that fit. Luck or the People's Guardian. I like it." The tribal chief's eyes gleamed. "Take him, raise him well. I can already see it, he will be a strong warrior when he grows up."

"Thank you, Chief!" Zafar bowed again and took his son from the tribal chief before retreating and letting the next person come forward to present his son to the chief.

Zafar returned to Mirani's side and with happiness, they returned to their home, this time, with their little bundle of joy, Falkor. They would raise him into a strong warrior for their tribe, the Direback Dragonewt Tribe.

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Time passed steadily in the Direback Dragonewt Tribe. The growth rate of Dragonewt was not as long and tedious as that of humans. Falkor came to understand this as time passed by and his body steadily developed. At the age of two months, he spoke his first word. He had long since taken his first step at just a month old.

But even still, this growth rate was still exaggerated when it came to what was the norm among Dragonewts! Normal Dragonewts only first walked after seventy days at the very least. Their first words came when they were about three months old. But Falkor had broken this paradigm so easily that it stunned all the members of the Direback Tribe.

With him breaking each and every record when it came to the development of hatchlings, his parents and other tribesmen began to have high hopes for his future as a warrior of his tribe.

"Falkor! Come here, it's time to meet with the others!" Falkor's mother, Mirani, called out as she stepped into the home where they lived. She looked around his room, and upon finding it empty, she frowned and sniffed the air. Instantly, a faint trace of Falkor's scent passed through her nostrils and she followed it to the yard behind the house.

Upon stepping out of the wooden house, she raised a hand to block out the sun that glared down into her eyes. It took only a couple of seconds for her eyesight to adjust to their bright light, and when she took in the sight of the yard, she froze.

"Falkor...?" She stared in shock as she examined the yard that had been overturned. Deep trenches. had been dug into the ground and piles of dirt were laying all around.

"Ah! Mother!" Falkor's head popped up from one of the trenches and he grinned at his mother.

"What is this?!" Mirani was so shocked that her anger was delayed by a few seconds. Her fists clenched and her muscles tightened. "Why did you dig up the yard?!"

"Oh, father said I could. The others will be coming here to play, and I have a good idea of what we can do this time around." He grinned widely in response.

"..." Mirani's body was stiff. She strode forward and reached down to pick up the little Dragonewt and put him aside. "That father of yours..." She sighed before waving her hand.

Falkor stared in amazement as the earth that he had dug up rolled back into the trenches, turning into smooth, flat ground.

"Don't do this again. You can play around, but there is no need to ruin the yard for this. If you want to dig up anything, then you and the other children can go to the forest and dig up to your heart's content." Mirani scolded Falkor softly before taking his hand and leading him into the house to clean him up.

"Your father is the top warrior in the tribe, Falkor. He is strong, but that has left the development of his brain lacking. He will not always make the best decisions, and you might be misled by him sometimes. Take today as an example. I'm sure he was not thinking well when he told you it was fine to dig up the yard." Mirani said as she poured a bowl of water over Falkor's head.

'Damn, this woman isn't sparing her words on my father!' Falkor thought as his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Some time later, when he was dry and clad in some simple clothes, a knock came from the front door. Mirani answered it and was met with a group of young Dragonewts that were about a year or so older than Falkor.