After reading the suggestions, I decided to try writing a different Pov, the father's Pov to be exact. Thank you for all the comments, I do know that I've been rushing through the story, but I really couldn't find any interesting ideas to continue the Laboratory part of the story, so I decided to rush through it and slow down at this part.

I may write full chapters for the alternate Povs, but I want to first make sure I'm not doing a poor job of it. So, please tell me if you found this Pov alright or outright disgusting. Afterall, I'm not a father and never will, I can't even if I wanted to be one, so I could only assume what a father would feel in this situation.

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It was tradition for dragons to lay their eggs in an undisclosed location, for them to not disturb the eggs until they hatched. The nest was heavily guarded with magic, but that magic was targeted towards beasts, normally anyone powerful enough to take the eggs did not even want it, knowing that we are the owner of them. 

But to think one of my children were damned. 

Very rarely, one child among the millions produced through the mating of two different races would be damned, perhaps due to the upset of the gods. The curse made the child beast-like.

Perhaps if that girl wasn't there to take him away, he would have killed everyone in that cave along with him and eventually died himself because of his unstable body.

And to think I was oblivious to that child's existence for 7 years.

Now that the scientist, as the girl had called herself, was in my child's body, I can do nothing to her, not even exact revenge. Not that I could, after all she did save my children from reaching their early demise, murdered by their own brother.

If she weren't there to take him away, what would I have done, when I entered the cave with Flyn, to see one of our children bathed in the blood of his siblings? Surely it would drive Flyn mad, she was so caring and gentle, such a sight would break her heart.

I'm a failure as a father, am I not? To escape from this situation, I had kept that child in a room for so long, now that I see him playing with Reia and the others, I'm terrified that he'll attack any moment and kill my children.

Despite what the scientist spoke about his current strength, I still cannot contain that fear, I could only hope that with all those pet beasts my children contracted, they would be able to hold on if it were to happen.

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.....Ha...ha, what kind of a father am I? To dislike my own son who bore a mental illness caused by my negligence.

What could he have gone through? She refused to speak of it but surely, those scars meant something, something so scary that it caused his mind to break down.

What should I do? Other than comforting Flyn, I fear that I can do nothing else that was considered a contribution to my family regarding this matter.

"I'm so sorry.... I will compensate for your loss." Flyn who spoke beside me grasped the hands of the crying mother.

Murder was nothing special in this world, it happened daily, however for such a young girl to suddenly  die must be devastating for the mother, for her to use up perhaps all her savings to seek revenge with a wanted poster.

Hearing Flyn's words, the mother made no response, her tear stricken face distorted with grief and hate. 

Even now, I could hear the laughter from my children from the window behind me. If I had suddenly lost one of them.....would I make the same face?

It's unbearable to think that my little Mia, or Chris, or anyone, would suddenly die one day. 

Am I wrong to want a family? Having them also meant all this fear, the fear of their wellbeing, the fear of whether they would grow up to become a honourable adult.

Right now.....as his father, I must bring him here, to personally apologise about the matter he had caused himself. I cannot let such a thing fly past his mind, as a father, no matter what kind of a child he has, he must treat them all equally.

Gathering my determination, I stood up and glanced at Flyn, informing her of what I was about to do, before I walked out to find that child, no, my son.

He was currently climbing onto land from the pond that perhaps, Reia had thrown him into, with a swift blast of wind magic, he dried himself and glared at her.

My heart thumped, slightly worried that he'll attack. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked over and grabbed his arm, pulling him to our house. 

I need to remember, that he was no monster, he was my son.