Tayrn pov

 Looking through my ripple in space I can see my precious little boy has finally fallen asleep. So peacful...

"Guess who!"

Now his face is one of annoyance. Hmm should I have greeted him in some other way perhaps?

"Can't you just leave me alone?"-Cyril

"You know, I'd thought you'd be a lot more grateful to the one who brought you to such a wonderful place."

"Wonderful place my ass."-Cyril

"Tsk tsk little kids shouldn't use that kind of language. Really I have a hard time understanding you mortals. No gratitude what so ever!"

"Look I just want to sleep. It's been a long day."-Cyril

"Don't focus on the details, kid. I just wanted to let you know your recent actions have brung me great entertainment."

"How so? All I did was kill one boar today."

Yehe not as smart as I originally thought...But that makes him easier to manipulate.

"Oh that's not all you did! You've put strain on you parent's relationship, made your Uncle and Auntie weary of you, and you even have a couple of the dragons watching you now."

"You mean that I-"

At least he catches on quickly.

"It's exactly what you're thinking!"

He seems to not want to listen to what I have to say but no matter how hard he tries to block out my words it will never work.

"So what? They are only keeping a close eye on me for my sake. Not to mention you didn't tell me about the side affects of having your blessing."-Cyril

"Your sake?! Yahaha that's rediculous! Look at it from an outside perspective. Not only do you already have great stats, you are blessed by a God such as myself! One might think that you'll eventually go on a killing spree or that I have sent you down from the heaven to wreck havoc on the mortals."

This makes his brow twitch.

 "There's no telling when or where one of the very dragons in your village will come to harm you or your family. Obviously different people warship different Gods and I'm not exactly on good terms with many of them."

Now his tiny hands curl into a fist. How adorable!

"Shut it!"-Cyril

A wicked grin creeps onto my face after he says this. Oh do I love messing with people's heads.

"But why? I only want to help you. won't you listen to what I have to say?"

"Help me? I can tell you have been trying to do the exact opposite this entire time! If you want to help then take this stupid blessing off of me!"-Cyril

"Whaaaat? That's just crazy talk. That is not the way that works my friend. Once I have blessed you, I can't remove it."

"Liar!"-Cyril

Is that all he has to say? Geez I wonder if becoming physically younger also made his brain smaller...Questions for later.

"Seriously? You realize that's a compliment to me, right?"

"..."-Cyril

Looks like he doesn't have a comeback for that one.

"Anyways~, let's discuss politics!"

"...Of this world?"-Cyril

"Of course."

"Well I haven't been able to read much about this place since I got here. Especially not about the outside of the village."-Cyril

Nice! Now I got his interest.

"What would you like to know first?"

"I'm curious about my kind. I want to know about the biology, political stance, and population of Dragons. Who was the strongest? How do I gain a Dragon Form?"-Cyril

"Slow your roll Bro! One at a time."

"Did you just call me 'Bro'?"-Cyril

And here I thought we were becoming closer. I suppose these things need time.

"Ahem anyways, to anwers one of your many questions, the dragons population isn't very high right now. You see, there was this war that I maybe, probably, kind of am responible for."

"You did what?!"-Cyril

 Yehehe it is quite funny watching such a small mortal trying to be angry with me.

"Yeah you see I may have started a war by accident...but all in all it was really fun to watch."

"Sick bastard! You started a war that nearly killed my race?!"-Cyril

Always jumping to conclusions. Hasn't even heard the full story and he's already pissed at me! Not to mention he has only been a dragon for two years and he is already saying 'My race'. What a guy."

"Uh did you not hear the part where I said accident? You really think so low of me?"

"You are a God of Madness, are you not? Of course I don't think much of you!"-Cyril

"What the hell man! I thought we were like this!"

I say as I intertwin my middle finger with my index finger. However, all I get is a confused look.

"You can't see it but I'm twisting my fingers together!"

" Sigh You are just...Look if you aren't going to answer my questions then I want to go."-Cyril

"Fine..."

I reluctantlly agree to answer his questions. I don't even know why I bother when I know he isn't going to play along.

"Look I won't go into detail about how I accidentally started a full out 'Dragons against the world' war but I will answer just the question about the biology of Dragons."

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"You made it sound like you would answer all of my questions. What's all this about only answering just the one?"-Cyril

"Well maybe you should think before you act. Evil Gods have feelings too y'know?"

Alrighty then where was I? Ah yes the mighty Dragons.

"Now I'm sure you noticed already but Dragons grow very quickly physically. Right now you are as strong as you were in your previous life at only the age of two. Your little brother is as strong as a grown man and he's only like, ten I think? Or was it twelve...?"

Obviously becoming increasingly impatient Cyril shouts at me again. 

"He's ten! Get on with it!"-Cyril

And I'm the jackass? How rude.

"Sure, whatever. By the time he's fifteen he'll look twenty! The only problem is that he will still be a bit immature. Since quote on quote 'Your race' lives for such a long time, nearly an eon, He'll still look twenty even though he will be five hundred. *Whistle~* your race lives for a loooong ass time. That Elder guy already looks like a nu-"

"Do you have to include that last part?"-Cyril

"You're not my general!"

"Huh?"-Cyril

I think I'm starting to get bored of this guy. He doesn't get my jokes or my refereances! Maybe I should just take away my blessing and let him go..........Nah!

"On to the next lesson! Dragons have huge amounts of mana, making them exceedingly powerful with magic. If a Dragon doesn't have more than 50,000 mana he/she is not considered a real Dragon. An outcast."

"Hmm"-Cyril

The mortal obviously seems to be in deep thought now. Rubbing his itsy bitsy hands against his itsy bitsy chin as if he had a beard.

"Oh! Oh! I know EXACTLY what you're thinking about! Are you perhaps afraid that your parents will disown you? You can't even use magic, let alone gain your Dragon Form!"

"Hmm by the way how do I gain my Dragon Form?"-Cyril

What's with this guy? Didn't even respond to my insult this time. Unpredictable, hot-headed, sincere, intelligent, and good with words. Kinda like a con man.

"You listening old fart?"-Cyril

"Old fart? Is that really the best you had in that head of yours?"

Not as intelligent as I thought.

"Every child has their own comming of age ceramony, during which they gain their Dragon Form. You see, during the ceramony the child will fall unconcious and has to fight with their own dragon."

"I have to fight a Dragon to gain this ability?! If I can't use any magic how will I be able to beat it?"-Cyril

He says, putting on a stupified expression. How can he be so dumb and at the same time, so hard to manipulate?

"No you idiot. It's more like overcoming your inner most desires. In fact I think one of the children in your village will be having one soon so I shouldn't have to explain the rest. You can just see for yourself what happens."

"What if the person fails to overcome this obsticle?"-Cyril

Yahaha! What happens? Well they are always fun things to watch when it does happen. No harm it telling him. Shrugging my shoulders I come on out and tell him what really happens.

"That person never returns. Their Dragon Form will completely take control of them, going on a rampage attacking anything it sets its sights on. One of the reason everyone hates Dragons nowadays."

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Cyril pov

 So even Lucas is in danger of this? If me or Lucas were to fail this test, what would happen to us? I don't even want to imagine something like that.

"What happens to the person stuck in their Dragon Form? Do they..."

"Oh yeah no they die. Pretty funny watching a Mother or Father kill their own kid Yahaha!"-Tayrn

Sick bastard has just been mocking me this entire time. Wish he'd show his face so I could smash it. The only problem with that plan is that I'm nowhere near strong enough to beat a God. This damned blessing of his. He says he can't remove it but that has to be a lie. I need to get it off somehow!

"............"

"Thinking of something little guy? You look troubled."-Tayrn

"Yeah. I have just one more thing I'd like to talk to you about.Will you hear out my proposal?"

"Oh~ Well don't be shy. Spit it out already."-Tayrn

What I'm about to do is incredibly risky. It's not like I have any other choice if I want to be strong enough to deck Tayrn in the face.

"You take this blessing off me and I-I'll do any one thing you ask of me other than harming myself, my family or the village."

"....."

"....."

There was a long silence. I don't know if he's thinking about it or just laughing at me.

"Hmmm sure. Let's sign a contract to make it official."-Tayrn

A flame spontaniously bursts out in front of me forcing me to cover my face due to the heat. From this flame emerges a rolled up scoll which unrolls all by itself revealing its contents. Next to it is now a feather pen.

"You can read it if you'd like."-Tayrn

Going over the contract, everything seems to be fine. Not even any loop holes for me or him. The only con to this contract is as read. "If the following conditions are not met, your soul will forever burn." It doesn't matter what he makes me do in the future. Destroy a city or murder a King. As long as I can one day become strong enough to destroy this sick freak. Seeing no other problems I sign the contract.

Cyril

"YAhaAHahAHHAA!!!"-Tayrn

As soon as I signed, it once aain burst into flames along with the pen and disappeared. Now all I could hear was Tayrn laughing just like the real Mad God he is.

"YAYAahAYayAYAaHAHAHA you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, Bug! I'm going to ruin your life. At first I thought you would be a challenge. Now I can see you are just plain retarded! I'll make you wish you were never this stupid!"-Tayrn

BBOOOOM

Immediatly after all of the space is now occupied with fire. No longer is it a black void, instead it looks like what you'd imagin Hell to look like. I can feel the heat melting my skin, burning away my clothes, singeing my hair. I can smell my own flesh burning off.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

This is the worst pain I've felt thus far! I'd rather have my head cleaved in half again than something like this.

"Time to wake up now, Bug!"-Tayrn

In an instant, all of the pain stopped. My flesh was no longer burning but I can still remember the scent clearly in my mind. Opening my eyes I notice I'm back in my bedroom. Hopefully I wasn't screaming in my sleep this time.

"Whelp...Moving on then,"

Let's just forget this ever happened and get some breakfast. It seems to be a little after dawn. Dad should be gone already and Mom usually gets up around this time. She'll probably make something from all that left over Anka.

"Wait wait wait I have better things to worry about. I-Is Tayrn's blessing gone?"

Holding my hands in front of my face. Not sure what I'm looking for. To be honest I don't feel different at all. Maybe it's because the Elder's seal is still in effect. I'm gonna need to go see him as soon as possible...After breakfast.