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"Dad, are we there yet?"
"We'll get there when we get there! Leave your father alone, Midra."
"Daaad, when do we get there?"
"Hedra, please stop asking the same question over and over. We'll arrive soon, dear."
"Huh? Wow! Look at the sky, Mom! It's so bright!"
"I know, Becky. It's beautiful."
Ten years had passed since Loki's defeat and the salvation of our world through our united efforts. Though some of those years had felt heavy with strain, now that peace had settled and the children had grown, everything seemed far more manageable.
For dragons like us, time races by in a blur. To me, those ten years felt like barely one, perhaps even less. My perception of time had grown distorted, no doubt because of my powers.
Yet everyone had changed so much. The four little ones were now teenagers, showing far more maturity than before. Fortunately, Hel had proven an exceptional mother to Hedra, and our daughter had become much less destructive.
