I gulped, swallowing the last of the Sacred Flame Fruit, its molten sweetness burning down my throat.
Flame energy surged through my veins like liquid fire, igniting every vessel in my body. My heart hammered like a war drum.
I tightened my muscles, bracing myself for the pain that would bring awakening.
One minute…
Five minutes…
Ten minutes passed.
And still nothing.
Every eye in the Sacred Grove was fixed on me.
"Two awakening fruits," Chief Ironforge said loudly enough for half the grove to hear, his tone dripping with scorn. "Two of our precious resources wasted on a single defective wyrmling."
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
I sat in silence beside my wounded mother, watching the carefully veiled smiles, the mocking glances, the quiet murmurs aimed at undermining my family's name.
"Still unawakened after consuming enough essence to transform three normal hatchlings," someone muttered from the Forgefire delegation. "What kind of bloodline produces such waste?"
"What else to expect from an ugly-colored T-Rex," sneered Scarletface, his words sharp as claws.
I lowered my head, guilt twisting my chest.
"Mother, Father… I'm sorry," I whispered. "Because of me, you have to endure their mockery."
My father's expression remained controlled, though I saw the tension tightening around his amber eyes.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he said softly, though the weight of political pressure was heavy in his voice.
"Doesn't he?"
Chief Magmaroar stepped forward, his diplomatic mask falling away to reveal open frustration.
"Scorchclaw, this affects all of us. Those fruits could have gone to families whose children actually deserved them."
"My son deserves them," Emberheart hissed, her voice fierce despite her bloodied wounds. "He demonstrated exceptional flame control during the trials—Elder Pyrothane himself praised it!"
"Unusual flame color?" Magmaroar scoffed. "You call that an ability?"
Murmurs rippled through the gathered patriarchs.
Generations of Scorchclaw dominance were cracking, and the ambitious were ready to exploit it.
"Perhaps," Scarletface said slyly, "it's time to reconsider whether the Scorchclaw line is fit to lead. How can a leader waste precious sacred fruits on personal greed, just to awaken his own son?"
The crowd stirred.
No one wanted to miss a chance to fan the flames.
My father's tail lashed once, slow and dangerous.
"What are you suggesting?" he asked coldly. His tone was calm but every T-Rex there felt the threat beneath it.
Scarletface faltered for a moment, then finding courage in public support ,opened his mouth again.
"I'm suggesting that perhaps this wyrmling isn't truly your blood at all. Maybe he's a foundling or a hybrid you're trying to pass off as your heir."
The words fell like poison smoke. Conversations died instantly. Every eye turned toward us.
"That's enough!" Emberheart roared, forcing herself upright despite the agony of her wounds. "I carried him. I birthed him. I raised him. How dare you, brother, speak such filth?"
"Did you?" Scarletmane cut in coldly. "After birthing Blazefang and Infernotail, there were no signs of another clutch. Then suddenly, a strange egg appears in your nest. And you expect us to believe it was natural?"
The words struck me like claws to the chest.
Creature.
That's what I had become to them—an intruder pretending to belong.
"I am T-Rex!" I shouted, voice cracking under the weight of humiliation. "I am the son of the Scorchclaw family!"
A blazing aura erupted from my father's body.
Flames burst outward like a miniature sun, heat washing across the grove. Mothers shielded their younglings as the ground trembled.
The tribe had waited years for this moment to disgrace us.
And now, not a single wyrmling dared speak in our defense.
"Maybe," a Forgefire voice said slyly, "a leader who wastes resources so recklessly isn't fit to lead at all."
Tears burned behind my eyes. My failure wasn't just mine anymore. dragging my entire family into it.
Then the ground itself roared.
"IS THIS HOW FAMILIES OF MY T-REX TRIBE CONDUCT THEMSELVES?"
A crushing aura swept through the grove. Dozens of T-Rex fell to their knees as the voice of Elder Pyrothane shook the earth.
"Mercy, Elder!" Magmaroar gasped, lowering his head. "We only spoke for the good of the tribe!"
Pyrothane's molten eyes glowed like dying suns.
"Sacred fruits wasted is no small matter," he said, his tone echoing like thunder. "But that mother earned them through trial and blood. None may condemn her. Return to your places."
His roar silenced the grove completely.
Not one dared breathe a word.
Pallet standing at corner observing whole situation, lost in thought.
"I've advanced my mana heart to the fourth circle with the essence of the awakening fruit flame energies quite similar with mana in nature , her thoughts whispered bitterly.
Still nowhere against adult tyrannosaurs, I am powerless.
I Am feeling bad for him ,
All dinosaur shameless species they trying to satisfy their political hunger targetting unawaken little whirling.
… But questions is why does he remain unawakened?
an unawakened wyrmling one day become a weapon destruction capable of destroying nations… even planets?
She trembled, torn between fear and hope.
Or perhaps… he is not the villain I am searching for. Perhaps I've been wrong all along.
i have to clearfy is he same flame dragon destroyed my planet in previous life.
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Option
1 . Rider gradually develop doubt on pallet mature nature
2 .or remain ignorant fallen in her love .