"Night.", Zera managed to say in his last moments of consciousness.
In the morning Fierce was outside fighting with her father and he punched her making her slide a fair distance. and her yellow bow flowed in the light breeze as she brushed off her tight red and black short skirted dress."Ok then father. I'm not going easy!" Fierce screamed pulling out a long heavy saw-like blade with a long shining silver arrow point at the tip and she held it with hands. She then charged at her father who was unscathed and dressed in a business suit and she started wailing on him with her sword but he blocked every hit she made.
Zera awoke, and asked Orb to make himself breakfast in bed. Today, he felt particularly drained of power, which may've resulted from the previous days events.
"morning blaze." marcus said with a smile.
"The mistress is out today it seems. Of course I do believe she's out somewhere else today." Blaze said.
Zera feasted on eggs, dragon bacon, quail's eggs, and escargot for his breakfast, and finished it all in 5 minutes. Feeling satisfied, he decided to take a little more time to gain energy, so he went back to sleep.
Fierce's grabbed her sword and threw her a good distance and put his right hand on his hip and skimmed through his hair with the other."You call that not going easy?" he asked. "You'll never be like me this way!"
Fierce got up and winced from the pain her father inflicted."I don't count on being like you father. I count on being better than you!" she said.
A little later, Zera arose, and decided to go down stairs, and sit in a cozy chair, as laying down began to get boring for him.
Fierce then changed her sword into a hang gun with a dragon head shape around the muzzle of the gun and fired blue lasers at her father.
Zera relaxed, and drank dragon's blood, and created a magic thing that was the same as a tv. "There we go.", he said.