Vincent stood silently. He watched as the world shattered into broken black shards. The sensation of falling struck him as his body crashed into the darkness. Once the sounds ended, his consciousness beca vague before he lost consciousness. His body returned to the forest; however, he returned to his usual self.
A cute girl stood a few steps away from his body. Her golden eyes twinkled upon seeing him. One thing he noticed was that dragons still flew high in the sky. None of them had perished. 'Have I gone back in ti? Or is this another mory?'
"Hello, handso mister. Are you a friend of Ifritah?" asked the cute girl.
"Hmmm?"
"Hmmm?" she mimicked him with a higher voice.
'She can see ? Is this the real Efrita?'
"Hello, little beauty, I am Vincent, and I will be your friend if possible?"
Ifritah tilted her head, the vibrant twin tails swaying with her movents. 'Strange guy, but he's handso. Mommy said that I should bag a handso guy one day. Let's bag him?'
"Handso guy, I need to bag you. So will you climb into Ifritah's backpack?" She turned around and showed him a cute yellow bag filled with bugs and little creatures that tried to escape. "Make sure you don't hurt them. I need them to put in Silvari's dinner so she cries!"
'What!? This little girl is evil! Poor Silvari, no wonder they fight like cats and dogs!'
"Ah, well, I can follow you if needed?" He said with a smile, wondering what he needed to do to escape.
Ifritah looked sceptical of him. She walked around him with her arms folded. Her little legs kicked the dirt and humd a song before turning back towards him. "Mommy said not to let strange n follow her…."
"But you are handso, so let's go!"
She didn't wait for him to move and sprouted so tiny dragon wings. He followed suit and unfurled his phoenix wings, which caused a slight gust that blew the hovering dragon girl into a nearby bush with a loud crash. A mont later, she climbed out and looked angry, with a slight cut on her little hand and leaves in her hair.
"Ah!? A birdman! Can you take to fly, birdman?"
"It's Vincent…."
"Parrot boy?"
"…"
"Hishishi! Let's go!"
Ifritah dashed towards him, leapt onto his back, and grasped his feathered ears like reins. "Go! Let's fly, you stupid bird. Don't look for worms! Mommy is making us so food. I can let you have so of the gravy…. Maybe."
Thus, poor Vincent flew the young Ifritah around the sky when she saw a giant bird and asked him. "Cousin?" Or asked him to visit another place to collect shells and little bugs. Her energy was boundless, and a journey that should have taken a few minutes took an hour.
He could see two familiar shadows stood wandering around the garden with a steaming pot behind them. Vincent felt a sense of nostalgia from this view. When he played in the slums with Odette or Luna, his foster parents would wait for him like this, with food in the oven.
"Let's descent, close your mouth and stop screaming!"
"Kyaaaah! Mommy! Look, I caught a random bird!"
'Damn this girl, the second I et the real one….'
Aine walked around. She seed much younger, with brilliant pink scales around her body and face. She looked so pretty that Vincent almost stared before a little hand smacked his cheek. He turned to see a pouting Ifritah with a blushing face. "Hmph! Don't stare at mommy like that; she will be with dad. You! You are mine… Don't look at other won, rember? Vincent is Ifritah's handso man!"
"Ifritah!" Aldan shouted once the strange birdman in the sky beca clearer and heard the happy chirping of his daughter. Sothing about the kid irritated him greatly. He wanted to shoot this handso man in the face right now!
"Oh my, she really listened to and brought ho a handso guy so soon!" Aine said to herself in a cheerful voice. While she added more at to the pot with her sensual movents.
'These two are really similar to Verda and my dad Biron….'
"Land Vincent! Quick, we need to beat up dad, or he will eat the best bits!"
The little Ifritah grasped his hand with a thud when they touched down on the floor. Her silky little hands stroked his fingers as they dashed forward together. Aldan played along with them and pretended to take a battle stance. He swung towards Ifritah and missed her, only to land a vicious dig in Vincent's kidney that made him fall onto the floor in pain. 'Damn, violent father-in-law!'
"Ah, Vincent, you can't do that. Dad's really weak, so you just have to kick him in the nuts, and he will stop fighting."
Vincent shuddered on the spot at her evil words. He wanted to believe it was a lie. However, monts later, she proved him wrong. Her petite body skipped to her dad, whispered in his ear to make him lean down, then pulled back her right leg and smashed it into his nuts.
"Gyaaaa!?"
Aldan dropped to the ground and scread in pain, holding his lower body. The triumphant Ifritah skipped back towards Vincent, holding a big bowl of at soup with so weird purple vegetables. Her smile was so bright he couldn't show the pain he had shared with his future dad.
"Hishishi! Look, Vincent, a wife has to provide for her husband. I got you ats; now you cannot go et other dragons! Especially Silvaria. She is a nasty girl who puts bugs in people's food!" The little girl chirped at him.
'Wait? The one who had the bugs was you! What the fuck!'
"Eat! You are my bride now!" Ifritah said, holding the bowl out. He noticed Aine kicked her husband several tis until he stopped playing dead and crying.
The dinner was quite pleasant, although she insisted on sitting in his lap and feeding him. There was no horror, fighting, and weird experints. He enjoyed this strange vision.
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