Lucos felt pain ripple like waves across his body, panting like a dog with its head just above the water, mud and silt draining his strength. He gazed around dazedly, until he saw a familiar shape lying in front of him. Muscles screaming he waddled over to the form of his mother, Posh. His eyes were still blurred with pain and sweat, but he felt the sticky red muck and the scent of iron wafting up his nose as he approached. He didn't even have to get to her body, check her pulse or anything. He opened his mouth to let out a wail of grief, but nothing came out, his throat as dry as sandpaper.

He collapsed onto the floor, staring unblinkedly out into the distance for what felt like days before a slight scuffling noise awoke him from his trance, his ears pricked up to listen. Turning his head slightly to the side, Lucos saw a short figure poking at his mother's body with a stick, his nose scrunched up. Lucos let out a gutteral growl that was supposed to be imposing but just sounded like a wounded animal. I guess that's what I am, he thought, rising to his feet. His legs ached less than before and his vision had cleared. If we still have magic, perhaps the Titan didn't give up after all...he thought as he admired the work his magic had done while he was resting.

A sharp prick disturbed his thoughts and he realised the short black creature was right infront of him, holding a pathetically small dagger up to his neck, with a determined look in it's eyes. "Stop admiring yourself and look at me, demon!" The fluffy creature declared, voice full of truimph. Lucos couldn't help but snort in laughter, half at the small creatures determination, half at the fact it thought he was a demon. "I'm not a demon." He chuckled. The creature's eyes widened. "You talk!" It exclaimed, shocked, before looking a bit dissapointed. "Well now you're certainly not a demon..." The creature looked slightly annoyed. "Demons don't talk." It declared.

Amused, Lucos decided to ask the creature some questions. "What are you?" He asked it. The creature looked up with surprise. "I'm a dragon, obviously!" It said in it's annoying but cute-ish know-it-all voice. Lucos froze. Dragons? This creature was a mortal? Shaking his head he looked down at the mortal again. "So what's your name?" He asked the short dragon by his side. The dragon was so close he could feel his black fur against his scales, and Lucos fought the urge to reach out and run his talons through the silky tufts and waves.

"My name is Cerb!" Cerb announced. "My mother named me that!" He declared proudly, puffing up his fur. Lucos flinched and sadly glanced back at the distant form of his own mother, but soon met Cerbs eyes once again. Only then he had noticed how his emerald eyes shone like crystals, moreso in a strange, magical way. As he responded. "I'm Lucos." He never once did stop thinking about his eyes, how they sparkled. Maybe this is a sign, he thought, maybe it really is fate that we meet, he looked affectionately down at Cerbeye who was walking by his side.

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Oh titan I hope you know what you're doing...