Interlude


    Ever since the gathering Riakon hadn’t been sleeping well. In those quiet moments as he lay in bed awaiting the sweet embrace of sleep he would hear her whispers.


    “Riakon,” the voice would come to him softly in the unmistakable hiss of Tiamat. “I can help you. We are family.”


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    Riakon wasn’t completely sure he was actually hearing anything or if he was just going crazy. When it would happen like this he would look to Grok. In this case, Grok was sleeping soundly. His paws were curled and his belly was up as he snored softly, the occasional snot bubble would form and pop as his breathing caused his chest to rise and fall. Riakon laid back and shut his eyes tight.


    “All you have to do Riakon is use my gifts. I can give you more. I can give you more than you could ever imagine my son.”


    Riakon strained, gritting his teeth, “Go away.” his thought echoed in the void of his mind.


    “I will always be with you, my son. I am your family...” the voice trailed off leaving Riakon in a sleepless silence.