Ari (Child of the Beastman Goddess)

I started to practice shooting and learned the basic sword handling. I was too restless to pay any mind on other things, but the others seemed to understand why.

A few days later, we bid our farewell to the tribe-including Gurion and his parents.

“Mommy, please be careful. I’ll behave and will wait for your return. I love you,” Gurion cried while throwing his small body in my arms.

“I’ll be back soon. I love you too,” I responded while hugging him, then kissed his forehead.

I left a blessing with the kiss just in case they needed any protection.

I lowered my head in front of Gurion’s parents. They were flustered and bowed lower.

“Please be safe our dear goddess. We’ll wait for your return,” Jala mumbled, lowering her head to the ground.

“Thanks… Please rise and lift your head,” I said.

She stood up and looked at me so I hugged her and gave her a blessing.

“Take care of yourself and don’t be sick anymore. I hope this blessing will help you through any sickness,” I smiled.

“Oh my goddess. Thank you so much,” she cried.

We then headed out on a secret tunnel just below the throne of the alpha and saw a huge mirror at the end.

“I’m going to open the portal beyond the barrier of the North,” Dylan said.

“Is it possible?” I asked worriedly.

“I need to. The others might not be able to cross the barrier, especially the pregnant people,” he answered before kissing my forehead.

I was confused and looked at all of the males. We were all wearing a coat so I couldn’t tell if he was talking about me, Tora or both of us.

He whispered something to Lowell and my brother before trying to open the portal. Dillon suddenly took the bag I was carrying and Lowell suddenly hugged me while covering my ears with my forehead resting on his shoulder. My brother and Macan did the same with Tora.

Not long after, I heard a screeching sound and a loud scream-it seemed like Dylan had to transform into his aggressive form. I tried to look, but Lowell held my head, refraining me to look. I looked at him and he just shook his head. I haven’t seen Dylan in his aggressive form yet.

My heart suddenly throbbed when I heard a loud thud. Lowell stood still and hadn’t let go of me, but Macan and Dillon rushed towards Dylan-I could clearly hear their footsteps. My brother hasn’t let go of Tora either.

“What’s going on Lowell? Why can’t you let me go? What happened to Dylan?” I asked in a panic.

“Sorry… I can’t let you go just yet. Don’t worry, he just lost his strength. He told us not to let you see his aggressive form so please bear with us for a little,” he answered.

“He needs support if the task was that excessive,” I insisted.

“No! You have to conserve your energy. He just needs some rest,” he responded.

I didn’t know it was that hard to open the portal-or was it because of the barrier?

Macan lifted Dylan on his back-he was already in his passive form. He looked like he lost too much energy, but he was still conscious.

He smiled at me with his glimmering emerald eyes and mumbled, “Don’t worry. I just need some rest.”

We entered the portal and we were suddenly surrounded by the Winged Horses. They pointed their weapons against us so we had no choice but to raise our hands and drop our weapons and belongings on the ground. We seemed to end up entering the territory of the Winged Horse Tribe after exiting the portal.

One of them asked, “What was the motif of a group of regular beastmen for stepping beyond the barrier of the North?”

Dylan was forced to show up and said, “Halt! Pave way to the goddess of the sun.”

They all seemed baffled by Dylan’s words and one of them said, “Have you lost your sanity after your seclusion Alpha of the Sirens?”

His tone seemed to have the highest authority among the Winged Horses. He held his spear against Dylan’s neck insulting him, “Fool! Your ill-fated goddess was long dead! Don’t spout such nonsense.”

The others transformed to their aggressive forms and were ready to attack, but Dylan stopped them. A drop of blood slid down on Dylan’s neck as the point of the spear poked his skin lightly. I got worried and I couldn’t handle such rudeness any longer. I moved forward while transforming into my passive – aggressive form.

“Insolent! Off with those weapons!” I shouted as I raised my right hand releasing my power to push them all back.

They slid back though retaining their posture. They were all terrified and dropped their weapons on the ground except one.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“A-Alpha! H-Her eyes turned golden for a second!” the one on his right screamed, trying to pull away his spear.

I knew my eyes were amber, but it was darker than the golden color-my father and I have similar eyes so I was baffled. I looked at their alpha intently, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but he just looked stunned. Then, he suddenly dropped his weapon, trembling as he bowed down to the ground and the others followed.

“Our goddess, please forgive our rudeness. We were fools, we couldn’t recognize you. My name is Icarus, the alpha of the Winged Horse Tribe,” he pleaded.

“Recognize my foot! You just called me an ‘ill-fated goddess’,” I mumbled.

Macan laughed hysterically while the others looked confused at my remark.

“Please forgive me my dear goddess. I was a fool,” he shouted as he kowtowed on the ground a few times.

“Stop!” I ordered so he stopped kowtowing.

I didn’t tell them to rise so they remained lowering their heads on the ground as I turned to Dylan and tried to touch his wound but he immediately backed off while shaking his head.

Dillon held me tightly, whispering, “It’s just a small wound, honey. Macan and Lowell can treat it for him.”

“Why were all of you so excessive? It’s just a small wound so I can heal it without restraining myself!” I insisted.

“Don’t bother with small things. I’ll tend to his wound, he can heal faster than the rest of us since he is an Immortal,” Lowell responded.

“My dear, don’t worry… I can heal myself in no time,” Dylan added.

“It’s already late. Is there any place we can stay for the meantime?” my brother asked the Winged Horses.

The sun looked as if it was still setting, but in reality it was already night time and we were already tired trying to wait for the full moon.

“Yes… We can prepare lodging for you to stay,” Icarus answered.

“Rise. Please prepare two rooms for us,” I ordered politely.

They all stood up without lifting their heads.

“Yes, my goddess,” he answered, then ordered his people to head first and he stayed still in front of us.

“Lift your head, Alpha Icarus. Guide us to your place,” I ordered.

“Yes, my goddess,” he answered as he led the way.

We arrived in their tribe and their dwelling place looked more advanced since their houses were made of concrete and the designs were similar to Canan Village.

“Is this really just a tribe?” I mumbled.

My brother patted my head and said, “The technology of Ancient races is quite advanced so there’s no surprise.”

“It looks amazing,” Tora mumbled as she hugged my brother.

“Honey, the lodging will be ready soon,” Dillon said as he approached us.

Lowell was supporting Dylan and he looked extremely exhausted.

“Can we stay here for a week at least? Dylan looked exhausted,” I asked.

“It would be a good idea. He was struck by lightning when he opened the portal,” Macan mumbled.

I was petrified hearing his words.

“Macan!!!” Dillon roared, causing Macan to flinch.

“B-But he’s not weak. So h-he can recover in no time,” Macan stammered.

“I need to heal him,” I mumbled.

“No!” Dillon growled.

“Why?!” I grunted.

“Dylan doesn’t want to,” Macan explained.

I trembled and leaned on Macan feeling guilty for causing trouble for Dylan.

A few moments later, the lodging was already prepared and Icarus led us to the rooms they prepared. It was located at his abode and he prepared three rooms. I was baffled because I only asked to prepare two, but didn’t ask anyway.

Tora and my brother used the first room, Dylan and Lowell went to the last room while Macan and Dillon dragged me into the room in the middle.

“Why did Dylan separate with us?” I asked.

“Because you’re so reckless and might do something that would restrain yourself,” Macan nagged.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You might use your power to heal him behind our backs. Now, go get some rest,” Dillon answered as he pulled me near the bed.