The moment arrived with the force of a volcanic eruption. As the blue sun reached its zenith overhead, the final Master Awakening Fruit pulsed with blinding brilliance that seemed to set the very air on fire. The sacred tree trembled with mystical energy, and every fruit hanging from its ancient branches blazed like captured stars.
"The harvest begins!" Pyrothane's voice boomed across the Sacred Grove. "Mothers of the Flame Forest, claim your children's destiny!"
The response was instantaneous and explosive. Dozens of mothers launched themselves toward the tree simultaneously, their massive forms creating a thunderous stampede that shook the ground beneath our feet.
The air filled with battle cries, challenges, and the sound of claws scraping against volcanic stone as they scrambled for position around the towering trunk.
I watched in horrified fascination as my mother Emberheart, sprinted toward a cluster of Enhanced Power Fruits hanging about thirty feet up the tree's trunk.
But she wasn't alone in her target – Cinderfang of the Lavaforge family was approaching the same cluster from the opposite side, her crimson scales gleaming with determination and her amber eyes locked on the same prize.
"That fruit is claimed for the Scorchclaw bloodline!" Emberheart roared, her voice carrying the authority of the ruling family's matriarch.
"Then you'll have to prove your claim through combat!" Cinderfang snarled back, her own maternal instincts fully unleashed.
They collided with a sound like boulders crashing together. Emberheart's larger size gave her initial advantage, but Cinderfang was quicker, her smaller frame allowing her to duck under Emberheart's first swipe and rake her claws across my mother's left flank.
Dark blood immediately began flowing from four parallel gashes, but Emberheart barely seemed to notice.
"Mama!" I cried out in anguish, but she couldn't hear me over the sounds of battle that now filled the entire Sacred Grove.
All around the massive tree, similar battles were raging.
The Forgefire matriarch had engaged two other mothers in a vicious three-way battle over an Awakening Fruit, her scarred hide already showing fresh wounds as she fought with the desperation of someone who had failed to secure proper fruits for her children in previous ceremonies.
Near the tree's eastern face, three mothers from smaller families had formed a temporary alliance to drive off a larger mother from the Ironforge clan, their coordinated attacks overwhelming her attempts to claim an Enhanced Power Fruit for herself.
The sacred tree itself seemed to respond to the violence surrounding it. Its branches swayed despite the absence of wind, and the mystical energy radiating from the fruits grew stronger with each clash of combat.
Bark fragments rained down as mothers slammed into the trunk while grappling for position, and the air grew thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and primal determination.
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Emberheart managed to break free from Cinderfang's claw grip and lunged upward toward their contested fruit cluster, her powerful hind legs propelling her massive form with surprising grace.
But Cinderfang was right behind her, jaws snapping at Emberheart's tail as they both climbed toward the same prize.
"You cannot have it!" Emberheart snarled, whipping around to face her opponent while clinging to the tree trunk with her claws. "I will not let my son wait another year!"
"Neither will I let mine!"
Both mothers triggered their vicious fighting instincts, firing up their throats and filling them with intensifying flare energy condensed into air-melting flame balls.
"Oh no! Both mothers are about to unleash deadly flame skills – flame blast! Father, we have to stop them before the whole area blasts into scattering flare!" Sparkwing cried out.
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Suddenly, a sound unlike anything I had ever heard filled the Sacred Grove – a roar so deep, so powerful, so ancient that it seemed to emerge from the very foundations of the world itself.
Every mother fighting around the tree froze instantly, their battles forgotten as they turned toward the source of that overwhelming sound.
From the base of the great tree, where the massive roots disappeared into the sacred earth, an enormous form was emerging.
This wasn't just another T-Rex – this was something that made even the largest patriarchs look small by comparison.
But this roar did more than just command attention. As the ancient sound washed over the Sacred Grove, I felt something incredible happening.
Every mother around the tree suddenly gasped in shock and confusion as their fire-breathing abilities simply... vanished.
Emberheart attempted to breathe flame at a rival who was approaching her fruit cluster, but nothing emerged except heated air.
Cinderfang tried the same with identical results.
Around the entire tree, mothers who had been using fire as both weapon and intimidation found themselves suddenly stripped of their primary combat ability.
"FOOLISH DAUGHTERS OF THE FLAME," the sound actually came from beneath the Ragnarok flame tree, his voice carrying the authority of a millennium of wisdom and power.
The shock that rippled through the assembled mothers was palpable. In their fierce determination to secure the best fruits for their children, they had indeed been careless with their flames, scorching bark and threatening the very source of the awakening fruits they sought.
"PROVE YOUR WORTHINESS TO CLAIM THE SACRED FRUITS. DO SO THROUGH PRIMAL STRENGTH ALONE. TEETH AND CLAWS. RAW POWER AND DETERMINATION. SHOW ME THE TRUE NATURE OF MATERNAL LOVE WITHOUT THE CRUTCH OF FLAME."
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For a moment, the entire Sacred Grove was silent except for the heavy breathing of forty-three exhausted mothers and the mystical humming of the ripened fruits above them.
Then, as if responding to some unspoken signal, the battles resumed with even greater ferocity than before.
I was in shock, realizing that the flame tree actually spoke, and by uttering few words, it suppressed energy circulation inside us.
Without their fire-breathing abilities, the mothers were forced to rely on the most primitive and brutal forms of T-Rex physical combat style.
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Emberheart threw herself at Cinderfang with renewed fury, her massive jaws seeking purchase on her opponent's throat while her claws raked across crimson scales.
Cinderfang responded by rolling sideways and lashing out with her powerful tail, the impact sending Emberheart crashing into the tree trunk hard enough to shake loose several smaller fruits.
The sound of the impact made me wince, but mother bounced back with the resilience of someone fighting for her child's future.
She caught Cinderfang's next tail swipe in her jaws and bit down hard enough to draw blood, eliciting a roar of pain and rage from the Lavaforge matriarch.
"Yield!" Emberheart snarled around her grip on Cinderfang's tail. "The fruit is mine!"
"Never!" Cinderfang whipped her head around and sank her teeth into mother's shoulder, her powerful jaw muscles bunching as she attempted to force my mother to release her hold.
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Around them, the other battles had taken on an even more savage character. Without fire to provide ranged attacks, mothers were forced into close-quarters combat that left them covered in blood and scored with claw marks.
The Forgefire matriarch had managed to drive off one of her opponents but was still locked in vicious combat with another, both of them hanging from the same branch as they bit and clawed at each other thirty feet above the ground.
A smaller mother from the Ashclaw family had taken a different approach entirely. Rather than engaging in direct combat for the premium fruits, she had positioned herself to claim one of the faintly glowing Awakening Fruits that the larger mothers were ignoring in their pursuit of greater prizes.
It was a wise strategy – her son would still receive his awakening, even if it wouldn't be as powerful as those who received Enhanced Power Fruits.
But most mothers were unwilling to settle for lesser prizes. The battles around the high-quality Awakening Fruits had become particularly brutal, with three different mothers locked in a complex three-way combat that left all participants bloodied and exhausted.
Each refused to yield, their maternal instincts overriding all considerations of pain or injury.
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Emberheart finally managed to break free from Cinderfang's bite by twisting sharply and using her superior size to overpower her opponent.
With a surge of desperate strength, she flung Cinderfang backward and lunged toward the fruit they had been fighting over.
Her claws closed around the glowing orb just as another mother – one I didn't recognize from a smaller family – made her own desperate grab for the same fruit.
For a terrifying moment, both mothers hung from the same branch, each gripping the fruit with determined claws, their combined weight making the ancient branch creak ominously.
"Let go!" the other mother snarled, trying to bite Emberheart's forearm. "Forgive me, lady matriarch, but my child is born with an extremely weak body. He is in desperate need of this fruit."
"So does mine. Go away, thief," Emberheart replied, shifting her grip to get better purchase on both the fruit and the branch.
To prove her point, she used her free claw to rake across her opponent's snout, leaving bloody furrows that made the other mother release her grip with a cry of pain.
Victory was finally held tight in her jaw grip.
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But the victory had come at a tremendous cost.
As she climbed down from the tree with her prize clutched carefully in her jaws, I could see the extent of her injuries.
Deep claw marks scored her flanks and shoulders. Her left ear was torn and bleeding. Fresh bite marks on her neck added to scars from previous ceremonial battles.
She moved with the careful gait of someone whose body was screaming with pain but whose will remained unbroken.
"Mama," I whispered as she approached our family group, my voice thick with guilt and gratitude. "You're hurt."
She set the glowing fruit down gently beside me, her amber eyes bright with triumph despite her obvious exhaustion.
"These are the scars of love, little flame," she said softly, nuzzling me with her bloodied snout. "Every mother here bears similar marks, and we bear them gladly."
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Around us, the battles were finally winding down as the available fruits were claimed or abandoned.
Of the forty-three mothers who had begun the competition, many mothers had successfully secured fruits for their children.
While other families received the devastating news that their mothers were still struggling on the field – if they failed, their offspring would need to wait another year for their awakening opportunity.
The mothers who had succeeded stood proudly despite their injuries, each holding their hard-won fruit like the precious treasure it was.
Those who had failed sat in dejected silence, their own wounds seeming less important than the disappointment they carried.
Elder Pyrothane observed the outcome of the maternal battles with eyes that had seen this same scene play out hundreds of times over the centuries. His massive form radiated approval for the courage and determination displayed.
"Those mothers who have claimed the fruits," his ancient voice rumbled across the Sacred Grove, "feed their children with the sacred taste. Start the awakening ritual."
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As the mystical suppression lifted and the mothers slowly regained their fire-breathing abilities, I looked at the high-quality fruit that mother had fought so desperately to claim for me.
It pulsed with golden light that seemed to promise transformation and power, but all I could think about were the bloody claw marks on my mother's beautiful scales.
She had fought four different mothers for this fruit. She had risked serious injury and potential defeat in front of the entire T-Rex community. She had endured pain that made her carefully controlled movements obvious to anyone watching.
All for me, so I could have my chance at awakening.