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[i]"Had you a choice between hundreds to take. Would you find it an easy one to make?"[/i] Emery answered Ella back with a question rather than an straight answer. The fact that she was lecturing him for not picking yet, made it quite clear that she had no clue the importance of this choice., though that was as it should have been. [i]"Besides why would I pick beforehand? Shouldn't you just be pleased I am listening, instead of making you repeat the messages to me?"[/i] He continued in his head softly. His mood still rather calm and easy going as it had been most of the day. Even though that changed with the fight between Ella and Margret which annoyed him enough to yell in Ella's head. When Ella told him to connect to her mother and yell at her, Emery didn’t answer her words. 

When he was in front of the priestess, he foolishly let slip something he should not have. Emery knew as soon as he said that he knew a different version of the story that he shouldn’t have. Still there was something about the priestess, which made him almost want to break the rules and tell her. The fact that he knew another version of the tale seemed to peek her interest, seeing how she tilted her head enough to make her head piece almost fell off her head. Emery couldn’t help but smirk watching her catch her headpiece, a soft blush on her face from embarrassment, as the thought of taking his priestess came back to his mind. Technically it wasn’t the first time she had dropped it in front of him, though it was probably the first time she had known it.

Ella’s version of the story wasn’t that far from the version that his father had told him. The fact that Ella left out the part that every 500 years a human of his choice must be given to the given to him tonight, was surprising. Why would they not inform their people of this? He would think that, that realization being kept of them would cause an up roar. Emery gave a quiet sigh looking at the window when she asked for his tale, it might have seemed like he didn't want to tell it, and it was true. [i]"I don't really wish to hear whatever this mans father came up with."[/i] Emery piped up in her head suddenly, though he had a feeling that it wouldn't stop her from wanting to hear it.

[b]"Well, in the story I heard. It wasn't only the people from...I guess as you called it the mainland that were attacking your island but the people on the island as well. Your dragon had made this island it's home since birth, and when it saw the damage your people were doing, it aimed to take back its home and wipe your people out. However it took pity on your old woman and gave her a choice. Crying she took the choice to worship the dragon and give it everything it wanted. In exchange it would protect your island from the mainlands and other dragons. In some ways it is the same but very different."[/b] Emery finished with a shrug of his arms.

[i]"If you are done listening to this foolish story! I have made me choice"[/i] Emery said in her head before a knock came from the door behind her. Margret stick her hand in the door gesturing for her daughter to come. [i]"I told her first as you refused to listen that I did not wish to hear the story. She is....most unpleased with my choice."[/i] Emery waited until she had left him alone in the room to go to her mother before he told her the choice he made. [i]"I chose you Ella."[/i] He explained in a soft whisper.