a hurtfull conversation.

In the personal dragon pit of house Dracon.

Two woman were arguing about the future of their house.

"Messinia you can't just fly off to search for your daughter!!"

"And what would you have me do then?!"

"Wait here doing nothing, while my daughter is captured starved and possibly abused!"

"That is not what I mean and you know it!"

"But with House Karur eying us we can't be left without Galarion."

"We would lose everything!"

"I want my niece back as much as you do, but we would lose all our power if you left now."

"And then even if you got back Vysesa, she would be used like a pawn just like us."

Slap!!

A crisp slap was handed out, to the platinum haired woman.

A silence fell before she continues.

"No matter if you slap me, hit me or roast me with dragon fire, our situation doesn't change."

"You are the head of our house, you should be the responsible one among us."

"But emotions blind you to possible solutions."

"JUST SHUT UP!!"

"What use is having power, and wealth if it can't even keep your family safe."

"I rather leave on my dragon, and find my daughter, than keep up this puppet show over here."

"With Galarion we can start over anywhere we want ."

"..."

"Alright Messinia" said her sister.

"Alright what?"

"Let's leave Valyria behind."

"Let's find my niece and start over somewhere else."

"This is the limit I am done."

"For years we fought for our legacy, only for backstabbing Basterds to try and take it all."

"Let them have it"

"But we will burn it all to cinders before we leave."

"Do you mean that?"

"Absolutely we have no future here."

"Let's pack our belongings and g-"

"MOMMY!"

As if lighting had struck Messinia couldn't move.

Tears streamed down her face, wetting the fabric of her dress.

"Laurena the voices are back."

Tears streamed harder and harder and she started to shake.

"They won't leave me alone."

"I failed as a mother."

"I failed as a wife and I failed as a family head."

But before she could lament her fate further, a small projectile hit her back.

She looked up from the ground looking at Laurena, only to see her eyes filled with shock and suprise.

Messinia turned around slowly not believing what she saw.

A small head was looking up at her with big innocent eyes.

With shacking hands she cupped the child's cheeks.

"Is that truely you Vysesa?"

"I missed you mommy."

Those were the only words needed.

Messinia crumbled she went on her knees before her daughter hugging her, brawling her eyes out.

She screamed both in frustration for what she had lost, and pure relief, now that she got it back.

She cried what felt like hours before she collapsed.

In reality it was only 10 minutes before shock and exhaustion caught up with her.

Then from behind a heavy bass voice rang.

"Take her to her chambers"

"Regan you are dismissed, go on home."

"Yes your highness."

"Right away" and so Regan left the compound.

"Guards get me all working staff in the family estate lined up." Said Mairon

"Uuuhm sir who are you to order us around."

Asked the guard

"I am the new head of house Dracon now get moving." He said while his purple eyes slowly started to melt.

Bring back his flaming eyes.

"Yes right away sir."

Right then Laurena voiced her discontent.

"And who are you to dictate that you are the new head."

"By your very gods, now move woman."

Giving Mairon a stink eye she complied with his demands.

He did bring back her niece, so the least she could do was wait until her sister woke up again.

"Alright but I expect proper respect."

"Let's go aunty Laura."

"Yes let's go" she awnsers back.

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Three hours later.

Mairon was sitting in the estate's head study.

In front of him sat Laurena, boring holes in his skull with her stare.

Vysesa was still at her mother's side, while she rested in her chambers.

She said she would stay there until her mother woke up.

To make sure no corrupt guard could reach them, Mairon put a curse on the window's and chamber door.

Making him have peace of mind.

All staff was explicitly ordered to leave the two alone, so anyone trying to get in the room is certainly up to no good.

Laurena was waiting for Mairon to start speaking, hoping to get the upper hand in the conversation.

A heavy silence fell for about a minute, before Mairon spoke up.

"Well, ask away."

"Who are you." Was the first question coming out of her mouth.

"Who am I? I get asked this question a lot lately."

"I go by many names Mairon, Annatar, Artano, Aulendil, Gorthaur, Zigûr and Sauron."

"As for titles I get called: the enemy, the Necromancer, Dark lord and most recently The Pale lord."

"The last one only after I took on this form."

"If you are asking what race I am that is something else."

Laurena sat there with a face full of confusion.

She barely caught on to everything.

"Wait why did you say race."

"Aren't you a human?"

"Oh no I'm not I thought that was pretty clear?"

He asked with a face that borders amusement.

"Then what are you?"

"Hmm a race created directly by the creator."

"We go by the name of Ainur, immortal beings composed of energy and power."

"We can take on material body but our power gets limited by it."

"At least the Maiar get limited."

"Well now you have a bit of a idea of what I am and why I will take over."

"No I don't!"

"I can barely wrap my head around what you are."

"But you didn't at all explain how you got Vysesa or why you would take over our house."

"I will explain that once your sister is ready."

"For now this is enough."

"Get some sleep and try to understand your situation."

Standing up he put his hands under her arms before lifting her from the chair.

Walking towards the door and setting her down on the ground outside.

"By the way could you inform your sister about this conversation when she wakes up."

"I guess Vysesa would have informed her about a lot of information once she wakes up, but please fill in the gaps afterwards."

Bam!! He closed the door in her face.

Laurena was still sitting on the ground in the hallway confused about what just happened.

Before getting up and walking away with a blush on her face.