"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

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Olin grinned and laid the sword on his shoulder, "I know ou can, Papa."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I thank you for your confidence, King Olin," he laughs lightly," Now i must go-" he grins,

-TI M E . SKIP-

Later that afternoon, the King appears, quietly opening the door to the little boy's quarters. He seemed solemn

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Olin opened the door and peeked out at Tehran, "Are we leaving now, Papa?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yes, Hatchling," he hums, sliding open the door a bit more and slipping in, he kneels in front of the small boy and begins," Olin, if you come with me we will be away from Dragonstone for a very long time... Years mayhaps, to secure these eggs, are you sure you want to join me?"

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Olin frowned, putting his hands on Tehran's shoulders, "Gone for years?" He was only six years old, so his concept of time was not the same.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Gone for years," Tehran confirms, gently resting his large hand on the boy's cherub-like cheek," You would not see your mother or many people you know now for a long time, so I want you to think very carefully upon your decision, Hatchling," his voice was soothing and quiet, his lilac eyes gentle as he gazed upon his beloved child

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Olin frowned harder, "But Papa, that means you'll be gone a long time."

[CrimsonMoon]

" True. Your mother will be takingg care of things in my stead, she will do well, she's an intellegent young woman,," he smiles faintly and winks at the boy

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Olin leaned up on his tiptoes and hugged Tehran's around the neck, "Papa, I wanna go with you!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Are you positive?" Tehran breathes, smiling faintly as he embraced the child

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Yes, Papa!" Olin smiled and nuzzled his face against the crook of his father's neck.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Very well... Have some of the servants prepare your things, Olin-" he pauses before gently stroking the boy's head," Just think of this as a way to further your education, eh"

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Olin nodded excitedly, "Yes! It'll be like lessons!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I suppose- you'll learn about different cultures though... So you mustn't judge anyone if their actions or mannerisms seem strange. Tolerance and acceptance, Hatchling-" He smiles faintly and slowly stands," Now go prepare for the voyage, take what you vitally want and remember it must be able to fit into a satchel, alright?"

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"Okay!" Olin spun and scurried back into his bedroom.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran watches the little boy with an affectionate smile, he knew this would probably be the best choice for his son. After all, Foreign educations all seemed like better ones. He turns his back and began running the complications through his head, these men whom he would be dealing with- they'd tryto use Olin... His boy- his hands unconciously clench.

They could try... But no one would take his hatchling from beneath his wing

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Olin opened up his toy chest and rifled through the contents. He pulled out his trusty wooden sword- every man needed their sword, right? He smiled, violet eyes alight. He'd be able to show Tehran how brave he's gotten and make his Mama proud too.

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran quietly signaled to the guards to pass on the message of the boy coming, he walked to his Queen's quarters, knowing she was probably resting- he owed her so much

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"A satchel..." Olin murmured to himself, pulling out one from his wardrobe. It wasn't very big, but Olin didn't mind. He didn't know what people needed on quests- he was only six

[CrimsonMoon]

-M I N I . T I M E . S K I P-

Tehran reappeared hours later, peeking inside the little boy's room and making a soft whistling sound," Olin?"