I Abandoned My Beast Cubs for the Protagonist... Oops?-Chapter 102: The Stormcrown’s Catch

His name was Dà Jiāo Huǒ.

The Great Scorching Fire. The Burning Sky. The oldest living dragon in the First Generation, a creature so ancient that mountains had risen and fallen in the span of his watching.

He had seen civilizations bloom like flowers and wither to dust. He had outlived mates, rivals, children, and grandchildren. He had forgotten more about grief than most creatures would ever learn.

And yet.....

A tiny thing was falling through his sky.

He should not care.

He did not care.

It was nothing. A scrap of flesh and bone, so small he could have crushed it between two claws without noticing.

A lowlander’s get, worthless, destined to live a handful of decades and then rot. What was one such creature against the weight of his millennia?

The mother’s scream echoed through the clouds.

He had heard such screams before. Thousands of them. Millions. Mothers whose cubs had been taken by predators, by cold, by war. He had never once been moved by them. Screams were wind. Screams were noise. Screams meant nothing.

So why.....

Why did his claws twitch?

Why did his ancient heart, that cold and weary thing that had not quickened in centuries, suddenly lurch?

The tiny thing fell.

Down through the clouds. Down toward the jungle, toward the jagged rocks, toward certain death.

And Dà Jiāo Huǒ remembered.

A memory, sharp as broken glass:

The peaks were burning. Not with fire, with lightning. A storm of a kind that came once in a thousand years, ripping through the Dragon Peaks with fury enough to shatter stone.

His son. His smallest. His Cāng Huǒ.

The cub had been playing on the ledge, too young to understand, too fast for his nursemaids to catch. The lightning had struck close, and he had fallen.....

Falling. Just like this one.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ had caught him. Barely. His claws had closed around the cub’s tail, hauling him back from the abyss, and he had held that tiny, shaking body against his chest and felt.....

Felt.

Something he had trained himself never to feel again, because feeling was weakness, and weakness was death, and a dragon who loved too much was a dragon who could be destroyed.

He had pulled away. Had hardened himself. Had told himself that caring was a liability, that the cubs would be stronger without it, that—

Cāng Huǒ had died anyway.

Not in the fall. Years later. In a battle that Dà Jiāo Huǒ could have prevented if he had been there, if he had cared enough to be there, if he had not spent centuries convincing himself that love was pointless because everything died eventually.

His son’s name was carved into his heart, and he never spoke it. Never thought it. Never—

The tiny thing fell.

And Dà Jiāo Huǒ moved.

~

From above, it looked like the sky itself was falling.

Cāng Yáo dove first.

The moment Zhēn slipped, the moment Bai Yue’s scream tore through the air, Cāng Yáo’s maternal instincts,buried deep under centuries of dragon arrogance, but there, always there, exploded to life.

She folded her wings and dropped, a dark golden missile plunging through the clouds after the tiny falling form.

"CĀNG YÁO!" Léi Chen roared behind her, but she didn’t listen. There was only the baby, only the need, only the desperate, clawing terror that she would be too late.

Léi Chen followed. Of course he followed.

He had never been able to let her face danger alone, not since the moment he had first seen her, fierce and furious and alive in a way that made his storm-heart race.

Cāng Jì was moving too.

His father’s command still echoed in his skull, but it was nothing compared to the sight of that tiny hand reaching out as she fell. That tiny hand that had reached for him first. That tiny baby who had trusted him, loved him without reservation or condition.

He would tear the sky apart before he let her fall.

But they were all too high. Too far. Too slow.

The clouds swallowed her.

And then—

A shadow moved beneath them.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ.

The ancient dragon, the Burning Sky himself, had dived.

The wind screamed past his horns. His old bones protested, joints that had not moved this fast in millennia shrieking in outrage. He ignored them.

The tiny thing fell.

He could see her now. Through the clouds, through the mist, through the tears that he would later deny ever existed. She was so small. Smaller than Cāng Huǒ had been.

And she was looking at him.

Those amethyst eyes, so like her mother’s, so like nothing he had ever seen in dragon-kind, were wide and calm and unafraid. She wasn’t crying. Wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t flailing.

She was just......watching him.

Waiting.

As if she knew.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ’s claws closed around her.

They curved around her tiny body like a cage of ancient bone, cradling her against the wind, against the fall, against the death that had been so close she could have touched it.

He pulled her to his chest, against the massive scales that had turned aside weapons and magic and time itself, and for one eternal moment, he simply....held her.

She blinked up at him.

And to his shock, he smiled.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ’s heart stopped.

Then started again, in a rhythm it had not known for centuries.

Cāng Huǒ, he thought. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

The tiny thing in his claws gurgled.

~

Above, the others had frozen in mid-air.

Cāng Yáo hovered, wings spread, mouth open, staring at the sight below. Léi Chen pulled up beside her, his storm-scales crackling with confusion.

Cāng Jì had stopped diving, his golden body rigid with shock.

And on his back—

"Mama, did the big dragon catch her?" Yòu Lín’s small voice cut through the silence.

Bai Yue couldn’t answer. She was staring down through the clouds at the impossible sight, her baby, her precious Zhēn, cradled against the chest of the ancient monster who had just called her nothing.

"Zhēn," she whispered. "Zhēn, baby—"

The clouds shifted.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ rose through them, massive and terrible and holding her daughter against his heart.

His ancient golden eyes met Bai Yue’s.

Cāng Jì found his voice. "Father... you... you caught her."

Dà Jiāo Huǒ looked down at the tiny creature in his claws. She had grabbed one of his talons with her small hand and was examining it with intense curiosity, as if trying to figure out how it worked.

"She," he said slowly, his voice still that earth-shaking rumble but somehow softer, "is very small."

Bai Yue found her voice. "Give her back. PLEASE. Give me my baby."

Dà Jiāo Huǒ’s gaze lifted to hers.

For a long, terrifying moment, he simply looked at her.

Then—

"No."

Silence.

Zhāo Yàn’s jaw dropped. Han Shān went rigid. Yàn Shū made a sound like a dying teakettle. Hóng Yè’s eyes went so wide they looked ready to fall out of his skull.

Even Cāng Yáo, who had known her father for millennia, stared in complete and utter shock.

"Father," Cāng Jì managed, "you can’t just—she’s not—that’s Bai Yue’s BABY—"

"I am aware."

"Then GIVE HER BACK!"

Dà Jiāo Huǒ looked down at Zhēn again.

She had released his talon and was now attempting to grab his snout, her tiny fingers reaching, reaching, reaching for the massive dragon who had called her nothin

She made a sound.

A happy sound.

A coo of pure contentment, as if being held by an ancient, terrifying dragon was exactly where she belonged.

Dà Jiāo Huǒ’s expression... shifted.

The lines around his ancient eyes softened. The tension in his massive jaw eased. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting," he murmured.

Then, to the utter horror and confusion of everyone watching, he turned and began to fly.

Not away from them. Not toward them. Just... forward. Toward the distant peaks that rose like jagged teeth against the sky.

Cāng Jì scrambled after him. "FATHER! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! YOU CAN’T JUST—THAT’S A BABY—A BABY—"

"I am aware."

"THEN GIVE HER BACK!"

"No."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?!"

Dà Jiāo Huǒ glanced back at his son. For a moment, a look of mischief glinted in those golden eyes.

"I am keeping her."

Cāng Yáo choked. Léi Chen’s storm-scales flickered wildly. On Cāng Jì’s back, Bai Yue finally found her voice.

"YOU’RE KEEPING HER?! YOU CAN’T KEEP HER! SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!"

"Yes." Dà Jiāo Huǒ’s voice rumbled. "And now she is also mine."

He looked down at Zhēn, who had finally managed to grab his snout and was patting it with gleeful enthusiasm.

"She has chosen me," he said simply. "I am not ungrateful."

And with that, the ancient dragon who had not smiled in millennia, who had not felt anything in centuries, who had forgotten the weight of a child in his claws....

Flew toward home.

With a baby.

Behind him, chaos erupted.

Cāng Jì screaming. Bai Yue screaming. The grandmothers screaming. Léi Chen trying to calm Cāng Yáo, who was laughing hysterically. Hóng Yè holding his father, who had fainted. Yòu Lín and Ruì Xuě asking questions no one could answer.

And through it all, Dà Jiāo Huǒ flew on, cradling his tiny, precious, impossible burden against his heart.

Zhēn gurgled happily.

"Let’s go home, little one," the ancient dragon murmured.

And the baby smiled.