A few minutes later after I gave up, I sat on the
ground and leaned on the wyvern’s neck as it slept with its head curled beside
me. Its neck, covered in long black, yet not so hard scales, was long enough to
accommodate four people sitting side by side.
“So you mean that I met this wyvern seven years ago?”
I asked Kanna.
“Yes, after it hatched from its egg, you were the
first thing that it saw and thought that you were its Mother.” She answered.
“For two years, you took care of this White-tail because you thought it was a
cute and large bird.” She said grinning as she stood before me with her hands
on her hips.
“…” In silence, I moved my sight towards the
White-tail beside me. “This doesn’t look like a bird at all.”
“Of course, it doesn’t.” Answered, Kanna. “New-born
White-tails take the form of a large feathered chick. This trait of them is
believed to be the cause of having the blood of Gryphons.”
“Once hatched, White-tails are covered by a thin layer
of down. As they grow, that layer of down increases. Those made them look like
a very fluffy bird despite the sharp looking jaw.”
“After three to four months, they start shedding their
first layer of down. This process continues each month until every layer of
down is removed.”
“But why are they covered in that amount of feathers?”
I asked curiously.
“That’s because White-tails tend to make their nest
near the mountain peaks where it is cold.”
“In that case, won’t they be out in the cold after all
the down was removed?”
She shook her head in response. “No, during the
process of the shedding, White-tails start to develop their first set of
feather-like scales. These scales are thick enough to withstand the cold air.”
“Isn't the process of developing the scales take too
much time?” I asked tilting my head.
“Yes, you’re right.” She answered. “White-tails
develop slower than most wyverns. They take about eight to nine months before
their down is completely replaced. But in comparison, White-tails are superior
to most wyverns, especially in terms of speed.”
“And that’s because of their feather-like scales?”
She nodded. “Their scales are lighter compared to the
scales of other wyverns. This gives them less weight to carry with their large
wingspan. But entirely, it’s just probably that they are a superior variant of
“Then why the white
“Honestly, we don’t know.” She answered scratching her
head. “Usually, their tails, up until a third of their back, turn white three
years after they hatched. We consider it as the sign of maturity for White-tails.”
“Then this White-tail is already a full-grown adult?”
“The fact that it’s seven years old, yes.”
“Then, how did I meet this White-tail?”
“Every elf that becomes a chief receives an egg of a
White-tail as a sign of prestige.” She said as she looked at the White-tail.
“But since there was originally no trial for humans, the Tribe decided to give
them the same proving trial of the elves.”
In that case… I thought. “Then that means that this one was originally
“Yes, it was supposed to be Randolf’s, but since you
stuck with it since it hatched, it imprinted you as its parent.”
“…” Silently, I moved my sight to the ground. Ah, what was I doing back then?
“Ahahah.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, Randolf was
satisfied seeing you playing with it anyway. You even slept with it numerous
times, rather than sleeping with me!” She shouted. “Even though I was present
back then, you liked that big fat bird more than me!” she said displaying a
“Err…” I muttered. “I’m sorry?”
So that’s probably why
I don’t remember her that much? But I don’t think I remember that much about
this wyvern either… I tried recalling. Wait…
“Haah… Anyway,” She said after letting the past be
past. “I hope you won’t focus on the next bird you’ll receive.”
“Eh?” Confused, I asked. “You mean I will receive
“What are you talking about?” She asked puzzled. “Of
course yes, that big one over there was a reward for Randolf, but the next one
is specifically for you.”
How would I take care
of that? I thought thinking of being responsible for two
wyverns. Just how much do I even need to feed it?
“Why? Don’t like it? You used to like big fat fluffy
“I… Guess?” I answered unsure wearing a wry smile on
my face. “I pretty much don’t remember much of my childhood after that event,
“No, that’s okay, I’m sorry I dug that up.” She
apologized with a slight bow.
“It’s okay.” I smiled. “In any case, why White-tails?”
she muttered. “It has something to do with the history of the Mountain Elves.”
“Why were they called Mountain Elves in the first
place? Weren’t they ordinary Elves?”
“Yes, they are ordinary Elves.” Then she looked over
to Sylvar who was quiet the whole time.
[It’s fine; she’ll become a chief soon. It’s necessary
for her to learn of the Tribe’s history.]
[Well then,] Sylvar said. [I’ll leave things to Kanna
and take my leave.] He said as he left.
“Well, even if Sylvar said that I won’t be discussing
“True, I’d rather hear about it in a span of several
“Anyway,” She said as she approached and sat down
beside me. “The Mountain Elves are from the same elven race that used to reside
in Avalon. In Avalon, the elves dominate. It’s not that far to say that they
rule the entire forest surrounding Avalon.”
“But Garfin said it was a forest?” I asked after
recalling Garfin’s statement.
“Well, he’s right, but he’s wrong too.” She added.
“Avalon is a metropolis and a forest. Unlike here in Alabaster, they said that
the trees in Avalon are at least five times larger. Using those trees, they
made homes with them as a base, and then connected them in one way or another.”
After hearing what she said, I looked over to the
nearest tree and stacked them five times in my mind.
Those trees sure are
huge… I thought as I imagined the size.
“Anyway, in Avalon, the same as most races, they too
“So the Elves were divided?”
“Yes,” She nodded. “Like humans, elves too were
divided by their beliefs.”
“There were those that wished to further expand Avalon
to spread the belief in nature. Those that thought the other races were
barbaric and wished to judge them based on the elven law. Those that thought
that secluding their selves in Avalon and ignoring the other races are the best
“Some that wished to venture outside Avalon tempted of
the unknown. And some wished to make peace with other races and make a small
community with them.”
“Then the Mountain Elves came from the last group?”
“Yes, they did.” She answered. “To cut the story
short, along their journey, they met the dwarfs searching for a place to mine
“Then after that, they ended up in Alabaster?”
“Yes, but of course, at first, they had disputes, but
after working together for a long time, they built a sense of fellowship, and
became the Tribe.”
“Then the White-tail?”
“Ahaha. Yes, the White-tail.” She snickered. “Back
then, the Tribe was unfortunate to step inside the territory of a White-tail.
Of course, the Tribe doesn’t have problems when dealing with most wyverns, but
the White-tail was different.”
“During that time, the White-tail that attacked the
Tribe was a female that had just recently laid its eggs. Furious that there
were trespassers on its territory, it began its attack. The Tribe thought that
it would be fine as long they used the same tactic they used against ordinary
“Unfortunately, the White-tail's attacks
were different. Rather than gliding down and attack with its claws, or use its
mouth to spit something from up close, it took to the sky and hid in the
clouds. At the next moment, it pierced through the clouds in a nosedive. The
Tribe tried to attack it as it falls, but it was too fast, and a slight flick
of its wings made it twist in the air effortlessly.” She narrated while
using her hands to show an image.
“Before it reached the ground, the White-tail spread
its wings wide and created a powerful gust of wind that threw Dwarfs and Elves
alike into the air. Without rest, it swung its razor-sharp tail and killed
several members of the Tribe. Truly, it was the largest disaster that the Tribe
met. After several attempts, the Tribe achieved its victory and took the eggs
as their prize. Then, it became a symbol of prestige to the Tribe.”
“…So White-tails are that powerful?” I asked imagining
how powerful a wild White-tail is compared to the juvenile wyverns that often
come to Laurel.
“Yes, but it’s probably because that it was a female
guarding its eggs. At those times, White-tails doesn’t show mercy. Add the fact
that White-tails are rare and hardly reproduce. But in general, White-tails are
powerful enough to easily cut the necks of lesser dragons if given the time to
do a nosedive.”
“Then, how many White-tails does the Tribe have?”
“Including this, seven in total.” She answered. “The
others were given White-tails for their efforts in hunting.”
“Then does the Tribe use other wyverns?”
“Yes, we do. But their numbers are also limited.
Usually, limited to the number of Enarfs in the Tribe.”
Puzzled I asked. “Why is that?”
“Because we Enarfs are the riders and tamers of beasts
in the Tribe. The reason for that is that the Elves can’t aim and control the
wyverns at the same time. Because of that, Enarfs became the riders.”
“…” I continued listening.
“Another reason is that Enarfs are light compared to
dwarfs and elves. We also have a small and slim body, yet we have a fragment of
the dwarfs’ strength which made us ideal riders. The taming part came second
after being riders.”
“Then you mean that-”
Smiling brightly she spoke. “Yes, I’m tasked to tame
this wyvern and the next that will hatch, which means, I’ll be together with
Lia for a looooooong time!”
She said as she embraced me from the side.
“Anyway, can you try guessing this one’s name?” She
asked. “You were the one that named it before.” She said peeking from the side
with a grin.
Silently, I thought. Remembering
that I was completely different from before, I don’t think it’s a good name…
“What’s taking you so long? You should be able to name
it right?” She asked chuckling.
“C-can the name be changed?” I asked nervously.
“Why? It already has a cute name.”
she answered smiling. “And besides, it won’t easily recognize a new name, you
“…” Silently I looked to the sky and thought. I feel like I have done something bad…
“If you don’t want to guess then I’ll say it.” She
said as she stood and began patting the White-tails head.
“Its name is-” Before she finished saying anything, I
cupped my hands on my ears.
No, I don’t want to
hear it! I thought as I curled myself and closed my eyes.
“Hey! That’s cheating!” She said as she tried prying
my hands off.
“No, don’t let me remember my sin!” I struggled. “Let
me be without knowing it!”
“You can’t!” She answered. “You’ll only prolong your
agony! It’d be best to bear the shame right now!”
“No!” I kept struggling “I said I do-”
“Birby.” She whispered through the gap.
With my strength draining from remembering a
ridiculous name that I gave to a wyvern, I slumped.
I knew it… I thought. I’m sorry I
named you Birby… Old me, what the hell were you thinking… Then
I hid my face with the palm of my hands.
“It’ll be great if we start introducing Birby to other
people in the future.”
“No! Please don’t!” I bellowed. “That’s torture! At
least introduce him as a White-tail instead!”
“Ahahaha.” She chuckled. “Why not? He liked his name,
you know?” She said as she continued patting Birby while it gave a low growl.
“Then at least don’t tell them I named him…” I said as
I held her hand. “Please, have mercy.”
“In that case,” She said with a smirk. “Ride Birby
I looked towards Birby’s back and saw a saddle for
two. “Won’t it be dangerous?” I asked worried about falling to my death.
“As long as you hold tight, then
there wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Then I guess it’s fine?” I answered.
Well, even I am
excited finding out how it feels to fly. I thought. I don’t see
any problem with riding it anyway
“Then let’s go?” She asked.
Later that day…
“Fast! Too fast!” I shouted as I held the reins tight
as if holding for my dear life as we flew into the sky.
“Hehehehe.” Kanna laughed. “Go on Lia, hug me tighter!”
“What Nonese-” cut off by the sudden flip, I
unconsciously embraced Kanna tighter as I felt my hips lifting from the saddle
for a moment.
W-what the… Frightened of the unfamiliar feeling, I thought.
Ughh… I’m starting to
feel sick… I thought as Birby did continuous maneuvers in the
air. For several times, I felt that my heart was being left somewhere else, and
my soul slowly sucked. I think I’ll
develop a trauma from flying…
“If that’s what you want.”
I said as I used Reinforcement on my arms and embraced Kanna tighter.
“W-wait Tight! Too tight!”
“B-bring us down!” I commanded. “I-I’ll make it
tighter if you don’t!”
“N-no! I can still handle this!” She answered.
“You’re so stubborn!” I shouted and poured mana into
“Aaah! No! Way too tight!” She screamed. “You’ll
squeeze my insides!” She cried. “Alright, alright, I’ll bring us down!” Upon
hearing her answer, I halted the mana flow and hid my horn.
Then she began to change the direction and proceeded
with a nosedive.
“T-this is too much for meeee!”
I screamed as the wind rushed towards me with eyes closed.
I can’t believe you’d
do this! I screamed. I don’t want
Then a sudden force made me lean forward and hit my
head on Kanna.
“”Ouch!”” We both cried.
Upon reaching the ground,“Uhh…” I muttered
light-headed. With my sense of balance overthrown, legs quivering like a
newborn deer, I tried to walk towards the nearest tree and threw up.
I just got cleaned
today and here I am throwing up after being covered by saliva…
“Are you okay?” Kanna asked.
“Of course no- Ugh…” Then I threw a second time. “I
don’t think… I’ll get used to riding a wyvern…”
“Ahehehe.” Kanna laughed lightly. “I’m sorry, but
don’t worry, next time we’ll start out at the speed of galloping horse, that
way, you’ll get used to it.”
“No… I don’t want to ride with you anymore…”
“I’ll ask for someone else…” I muttered.
“W-w-wait!” She panicked. “I’m sorry! I’m really,
really, really sorry!” She cried. “Don’t replace me, Lia! I’m begging you! And
besides, no one is better at riding wyverns other than me! I’ll teach you every
trick I know!”
“…” I looked at her with disdain. “No.”
“Ahhh! What have I done?!” She shouted messing with
her hair with both arms. “Ahuhuhu… Randolf… What do I do?! Lia hates me again!”
She asked the heavens.
It’s your fault...