"Michalis, I am going to need you to be in charge for a short while. I will be going to the surface to get us so food," Draco instructed.
Michalis sniffled as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.
"Yes, Draco nii," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Draco then turned to his other two younger brothers, Nikolaos and Vasileios.
"I need you two to stay close to the entrance and send down anything I find," he instructed.
The boys nodded in understanding, their faces a mixture of fear and exhaustion.
Dimitra stepped forward, her brow furrowed with concern. "What can we do?" she asked.
"I'll search the nearest house for useful things and send them down first before getting the food. You, Clair, Eleni, and Vasiliki will deal with that," he replied.
“Hmm, be careful Draco” Clair said.
“I will" Draco replied. Steeling himself, Draco crawled through the tunnel he had made, erging onto the surface.
The scent of burning wood hit him imdiately, and he looked towards the source to see the town and a part of the forest engulfed in flas.
‘That damn black dragon,’ Draco growled, clenching his fist in frustration.
But he knew now was not the ti to dwell on that.
He needed to focus on the task at hand.
The mid-evening light barely provided visibility as thick smoke enveloped the sky, so he had strain his senses to make his way around.
Draco soon spotted that so of the old food storage facilities on the farm were still sowhat intact.
‘If I rember correctly, Grandpa Marcus secretly stored so things there. There should be potatoes, various cuts of dried at, and so other preserved food,’ he recalled, a glimr in his eyes.
'Food is sorted. Now I should probably go to the nearest house first,' Draco thought.
As he walked further away from the farm, Draco ca across a group of battle boars feasting on the corpses of other dead monsters.
They were blocking the path to his destination.
Going around was an option but he didn’t know if he would run into sothing worse, so he decided to deal with the easier target.
His eyes narrowed; fear being the last thing he currently felt.
Draco's hand transford, the skin rippling and shifting into sharp curved claws.
With an angry roar, he drew their attention and charged at the battle boars, his claws slashing through the air.
Swish!! Grunt!! Squeal!!
“Buhiiii,” the battle boars turned towards the sound of Draco's roar, their beady eyes locking onto the approaching threat.
With a chorus of angry squeals, they rushed to et him, their razor-sharp tusks bared.
Swish! Splat!
Draco's claws ripped through the thick hide of the first boar to arrive, sending it crashing to the ground in a heap.
The others quickly parted away from the body of their fallen brethren and surrounded him, their hooves pounding the earth as they charged.
Snarl! Snort!
Draco moved quick, dancing between the boars, his movents fluid and graceful, his claws lashing out with precision at their weak spots.
He dodged their attacks, countering with devastating blows that sent the beasts tumbling to the ground, one by one.
Thud!!
The battle boars, their numbers dwindling, tried to retreat, but Draco would not let them escape.
He pursued them relentlessly; he couldn’t let them escape or they might regroup and co back with more.
With a final, agonizing squeal, the last battle boar fell, its life extinguished by Draco's razor-sharp claws.
Draco stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy, but his expression one of relief.
He wasn’t worried about attracting more monsters because, the thick sll of the burning wood emanating from the burning town was strong enough to mask the sll of blood from his kills.
Turning his attention away from the slain boars, Draco made his way to the nearest house.
He searched the building thoroughly, gathering whatever supplies he could find – blankets, candles, a few basic tools, spices, and so other useful items.
Carefully, he wrapped the items in a makeshift sack and made his way back to the tunnel entrance.
Once back at the tunnel entrance, Draco quickly passed the supplies to Vasileios and Nikolaos waiting there.
"This should help us for a while," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
Next, Draco returned to the battle boar carcasses and began carving off large chunks of edible fresh at.
It was better to eat the fresh at that could go bad quicker than the preserved dried at in the storage, which he knew they would need for the future.
After harvesting as much as he could get from one corpse, he took the boar at to the entrance, passed it on and moved on to the next corpse.
When he felt that he had gathered everything, he went to the storage to grab so potatoes and so other preserved food.
He didn’t need water since he could just use magic to gather so.
Lastly he stopped by a tree in the field where they used to train.
Hidden beneath the tree was an iron box which contained a decent stash of Valis that was being saved up for when he and his siblings decided to beco adventurers.
His Grandpa John and Marcus had been secretly saving it for them.
He heard them talk about it once, that’s why he knew about it but kept quiet.
Looking at the box, he caressed it, reminiscing about the fun tis with John and Marcus, but didn’t dwell on it for long.
He soon returned to the tunnel entrance; it was ti to cook and eat.
As he worked, the others watched in silent awe, their hunger evident in their eyes.
The sll of the seared at, potatoes, and various spices soon filled the small underground space, and the group eagerly awaited their share.
‘Who knew that my cooking hobby would co to use now?’ Draco thought.
Once the food was prepared, Draco divided it evenly among the group, ensuring that everyone had enough to sustain them.
"Eat up," he said, his voice soft but firm.
"We'll need our strength for tomorrow,” he muttered.
The group ate in silence, their focus solely on the task of filling their empty stomachs.
Draco observed them, his own fatigue evident in the slight slump of his shoulders.
As the last morsel of his cooked food was consud, Draco turned his attention to the others.
“Rest up now; we will try moving away from here tomorrow. There will likely be monster attacks along the way. But we can manage together,” Draco said softly.
“Where are we going?” Eleni asked curiously.
“I don’t exactly know yet, but anywhere that isn’t here,” Draco replied.
He didn’t plan on going to Orario yet, so they were going to find a temporary settlent to stay.
As much as he dearly wanted revenge, he knew that they first needed strength.
After thoroughly making plans, training, the children grew a bit older and things sowhat settled down in Orario, would they finally move to Orario to begin their path to acquiring strength.
Additionally, if possible, he wanted to find the dragon gods he t soon after his birth; there were several things he desperately wanted to know.
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