Novelas y relatos de Dragon's Blood Tree Life Cycle

Nathalia says from behind me. "The forest started with the world tree. As the world trees seeds spread the forest grew. The sprites being the first Fae children of the world tree would sing to the roots to help the tree and forest grow. The forest was grown from magic. The Fae forest has the highest density of magic in all of Midgar," Nathalia explains. “That is truly incredible,” I smile. We all enter the forest preparing to meet the Fae queen.

Charlie gazed at a line in the text and murmured, "One dragon splits into two flood dragons; the two flood dragons transform back into dragons. Once the transformation is complete, the Dragon Splitting Technique succeeds... Could this be the method to make the son also possess a Dragon Fate?!" After reading this, Vera couldn't help but exclaim, "According to the Tales of Strange Matters, a water serpent takes 500 years to become a flood dragon, and a flood dragon takes 1,000 years to transform into a dragon. This passage describes splitting one Dragon Fate into two Flood Fates: one for the father and one for the son."

And regardless of the dangers she faced now, she knew she would choose this life over and over again without second thought. “And now that we have confirmed that you really have dragon blood. That would explain how being with you has felt so familiar. My estrus symptoms didn't just go down because of your herbal mixture, but you being a descendant from the dragon bloodline helped suppressed it too. Especially after what we had… it is… non-existent” he added, still putting his thoughts together. A thought struck him at his last sentence and he shook his head shake off his thoughts. ‘No, it couldn't be… or was it?’ Drake wondered in his mind.

As if the question itself touched something sacred or dangerous. “I only ask,” she added quickly, “because I don’t know much about dragonkind. Last time it came without warning, and—” she paused, a breath catching, “—I’d like to understand you.” He didn’t answer at first. Instead, his gaze dropped to the cracked stones between them. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. Measured. “It should be another two weeks. That’s the usual cycle. Once every twenty-eight days. Sometimes thirty." “But it’s not, is it?” she said, not accusing—just aware.

Nicko nodded quickly, "That's right. Do you know about it?" Mickey Ray nodded with a smile, then explained what he knew, "As it is known that the Dragon Mountains have a lot of natural wealth that is useful for human health. Moreover, the roots on display this time come from almost extinct trees. This tree is called the black bottle because its shape is similar to a tree, and it can only live in the direction towards the top of the mountain. Of course, getting there was extremely difficult, especially now that the number of black bottle trees did not reach twenty. This one-hundred-year-old black bottle root will be opened for ten million dollars, and I heard that someone is bidding up to fif

We are flying about 60 kilos an hour, how is it possible for his hair to not thin out from the violent wind? “But if I were to be a jerk and use my experience as a dragon that has lived 30 centuries, I’d say it’s just a huge tree with a little too much Mana and is glowing for no apparent reason at all. To add, the person who stated that the world tree is the progenitor for all life is not even an elf but a whiny mountain giant.” He suddenly smirked. “It fascinates me how they would believe that and make it into a belief. I guess people believe in what they want.” Wow.

The Scorched Peaks (Lucas' POV) I climbed carefully over the unstable terrain, Jax close behind me. "Remind me again why we're risking our lives in literal hell?" Jax called out, voice strained from the heat. "Dragon's blood trees grow near lava flows," I explained, scanning the horizon for the distinctive twisted trunks. "The resin hardens in extreme heat. We need fresh sap before it crystallizes completely." "Right. Fresh sap. From trees that grow next to molten rock. This is a completely reasonable thing to do."

"So, if a branch is cut - the dryad dies?" She shrugged. Forcing herself to look away from him, she tugged on his hand to resume their walk. "Not always. If there is another tree of the right species - a sapling, perhaps - sometimes she can switch. Assuming it has not been touched as well. And we can only leave our trees at night. A dryad caught by sunlight can never go back to her tree. We become simple nymphs, with no attachment to a home. Most wither and die without them, though a few have made new lives for themselves, at least according to the legends."

"So where are you in the lineup of fourteen children?" She allowed the subject change, smiled. "I'm the oldest." "Are you guys close in age?" She laughed. "Only our multiple births. Most of the rest of us have no less than ten years between our ages." My eyes tried to pop from their sockets. "Your mom was popping kids while she was in her triple digits? How is that even medically possible?" Drace's laugh was huge and full of joy. "Dragon physiology. We stop physically aging between thirty-five and forty. As long as we don't get any of the humans' odd sicknesses from outside contaminants, we're a healthy and robust group of people."