New home

The months go by, routine and loneliness become difficult to bear. Except for a few rare events, the days go by and do not change. Egan, since he no longer has to hunt seems to spend all his time sleeping and I spend mine training. I can now move without support and use my hands but it is still painful. Such wounds should have healed long ago.

Egan is now taller than me, his withers are at least 20 cm taller than me and he should be approaching 3.5 meters in length. Fortunately, the traps work properly because he should have spent his days eating. I don't know how he manages to eat so much but his stomach is bottomless and now even a whole bear doesn't seem to fully satisfy his appetite.

The only thing that makes his appetite manageable is that now that he sleeps a lot, his meal frequencies have slowed down otherwise I'm afraid there wouldn't be enough to eat around our perimeter.

My slow recovery is driving me crazy! I still haven't recovered. I can move now but I still limp and my foot is still sensitive. My hands are in a better state, I can use them but absolutely not forced on them. I can't clench my fists tightly or carry with them.

Fortunately, the exhaustion of my training and the energy recharge for Egan makes my days pass quickly. I must admit that the days have passed at an astonishing speed, only the almost identical repetition of each day and the weariness that this causes make me feel the passage of time.

Egan quickly became a problem, recharging him every night he allowed me to effectively drain my batteries but his energy reserves grew along with him. At first I could literally fill Egan with energy. When it first happened he groaned in discomfort and had to exert himself to release the excess energy he had received. Since that time he informed me when he felt he had enough energy.

So I had a part of my unused strength. For the sake of my vital energy reserves, I went back to training on more energy-consuming spells to allow me to quickly go back to sleep. However Egan grew and his energy reserves quickly increased tenfold. Today I have to be in great shape if I want to be able to fill it as I did at the beginning.

At first I saw it as a sign that Egan was strong enough not to need to draw on mine anymore, but he insisted I keep going. The addition of my energy to his was more than beneficial to him. He felt fitter and stronger each time I fed him.

So I continued to neglect my training a bit to give him as much as possible but even under these conditions, I can no longer fill him up until he feels too full.

I had to stop giving him my energy and chose to train and give him the extra if I had any left every night.

This decision was really good because soon after I stopped force-feeding him, he gradually became less sleepy and more active. It seems like he wasn't supposed to have that much energy. His body had to digest all that energy and it seems that sleeping is the most effective way especially with her young age.

By mutual agreement, we decided that I would resume my training seriously by abandoning him a little while he would go hunting to strengthen his body and his skills. With its size and the thickness of its scales, I'm not worried. All the life forms we have encountered so far do not represent the slightest danger to him now.

One more month has passed but I am still not able to accompany him. I am now sure there is something wrong with my healing. There is something wrong. I stopped my training and spent my time meditating on the problem. I don't know at all how to heal myself by magic, I thought of a way to heal and examined my wounds carefully and for a long time.

I spent the day there and I refuse to experiment magic on my body to attempt a cure. I only found a plausible theory that could help me. When I joined our tree which I now shared with Egan as we had to move due to its size. Egan quickly was unable to get through the door.

I spent a month working on the biggest tree in the village to fulfill Egan's requests and make it a place where we could sleep together. I spent two weeks feeding the tree, not even being able to train myself to grow it to the point of being able to house us.

Once it had grown to an unnatural size compared to the other trees in the village, I made a sort of fairly smooth sloping surface that was also just as smooth around the tree and rising up to about 3 meters high. It serves as a staircase.

From this height the tree is supported by eight enormous spirals of wood spinning on themselves and goes almost to the top of the tree before resuming a classic trunk shape. The inside of the tree is hollowed out and all of its vital needs have been moved into the spirals to keep the tree alive and healthy.

It gave us a smooth habitable place 5 meters in diameter on the ground and about 6 meters high. However, the higher you go, the more the size decreases, the trunk being bigger at the bottom.

I installed the same sheets as in my traps but thicker to protect us from the wind, the rain and even a little light. The floor of this area is filled with moss almost a meter thick and I added the furs of the biggest animals that Egan ate at the top to add to the comfort of the floor on which we sleep. It changed us a lot from the piece of wood we slept on at the base.

Once comfortably installed I call Egan mentally.

Egan: 'What do you want? I'm hunting'

'You should go home, it's getting dark soon and I'd rather not be disturbed, I want to try something so please come home as soon as you can.'

Only a mental rumble answered me. Egan has not been able to speak mentally for a short time, he has learned my language at an impressive speed. I jumped in fear the first time he spoke to me. Despite his young age he has a surprising voice, it is serious and growling. If you rarely hear him you could easily think that he is always furious but it is his natural voice and I have since learned to distinguish his moods thanks to the subtle different tones of his voice.

I didn't have long to wait to hear him move towards me and soon his head appeared pushing up the hanging tablecloth.

He mentally growls 'What was so important that you deprived me of the pleasure of the hunt?'

"I think I have found what is preventing me from healing and I would like to discuss it with you before checking my theory." »