Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons

Chapter 335: I… I am sorry.

Reynara stared at Luna’s body hovering in the air because of her magic. Luna’s eyes had lost their once beautiful golden shine—now, they just floated in the air, lifelessly.

No, Luna hadn’t died.

Her mind had simply locked itself into the world Reynara had created for her.

Reynara walked towards her slowly, then, she placed her forehead on hers and stayed in that position for a long while without saying anything.

Maybe she was checking on the world Luna was sent to and whether she was truly happy in there or not.

Once she was done, she brought Luna’s body inside the temple, into the sacred chamber she had created for dreamers like her.

There, she placed Luna on a bed of soft white feathers, covered her in silk, and then kissed her forehead.

“Come back to me… when you’re ready.”

She whispered softly, her voice laced with love and care.

Then, the Kitsune Guardian closed the crystal lid of the chamber, the look on her face changing.

A change that Kael did not miss, and very quickly, he saw where the things went after this.

The scene changed again.

It began as kindness.

When the pain in her people’s eyes became too much, when Reynara—the Guardian of Everveil—could no longer bear to see their shoulders hunched with sorrow, she offered them peace.

She offered them happiness.

“You don’t have to hurt anymore,”

She would say, her eyes soft with compassion.

“Let me take you somewhere warm.

Somewhere gentle.”

And the Kitsune—heartbroken and trembling—would nod every single time.

After all, who could resist a world where sadness couldn’t follow?

It became a habit.

A mother who lost her child to illness.

A young male who couldn’t live with the loss of his bondmate.

A child who cried every night, missing his dead sister.

Reynara helped them all.

She sent them all to the dream world created just for them.

The magic would start with a touch to the chest—directly over the heart. Light would bloom softly there, like a memory. A silver spiral of energy would circle outward, flowing into the air, wrapping them gently.

Then their eyes—once wet with pain—would lose their gleam. Their bodies, so tense with sorrow, would go limp.

Lifeless, but never cold, never dead.

Again, Reynara wasn’t killing them, she was simply sending them away to heal.

She only wanted her people to be happy.

Once done, she would wrap them in her silken tails, carry them into the hidden chambers beneath the great temple, and lay them to rest in crystal beds.

They will return.

That’s what she told herself every day—a certain part of her heart even wished their quick arrival. After all, even she missed them as well.

That was simply how much she loved them. However, she still bore with the momentary partition.

Once they were healed.

Once they were ready.

They will return.

Time passed, seasons blurred but—

But none came back.

Not a single one.

Still, Reynara’s belief did not falter.

“They need more time. They’ll return when the pain is gone.”

She told herself this every night. When she passed through the quiet square. When she looked at the dimming lanterns. When she watched Kitsune children play fewer games, and families speak in softer tones.

She constantly repeated the same words, hoping for the best for her people and wishing them endless happiness.

She even looked forward to the extra happiness these people would bring to Everveil once they returned.

Maybe…

Maybe after they returned, they would be able to have those big festivals again.

Reynara smiled at that thought as she continued with her day—

However, since this habit had become more and more regular, others started to notice.

“Where is Elder Haru?”

“Didn’t he visit the temple last week?”

“And Yori’s family? I haven’t seen them in moons.”

The whispers grew like weeds.

In the market, in the fields, in the sacred grove.

Reynara had sent away too many.

One night, two Kitsune confronted her—a young mother and an old warrior.

“Guardian,”

The mother said, tears in her eyes,

“My daughter lost her way when her brother died. You promised she would return. That she was healing.”

Reynara gave a soft smile.

“She is safe. When she is ready, she will come back.”

“But she’s been gone for years.”

“Some wounds run deep.”

“I want to see her. Just to know she’s alright.”

“You cannot. The dreamworld is sacred. Entering it uninvited could damage her healing.”

Reynara’s smile faltered.

“Or is it because they can’t come back at all?”

The old warrior’s eyes hardened.

“That’s not true.”

“Prove it. Bring one back.”

“They aren’t ready—”

“Or they never will be.”

The silence that followed was loud.

Reynara tried to explain, she tried to comfort them, but the doubt had taken root.

In days, the village’s tone changed.

Their smiles grew hollow, their gazes sharper. Kitsunes stopped visiting the temple. Parents clutched their children tighter.

Of course, Reynara did not notice any of it. In her heart, she only wanted the best for her people. Her mind was already overwhelmed by keeping such high-level magic activated for multiple people for such a long time.

But she held on.

For her people, she would go to any lengths—even if it put a heavy toll on her mind and body.

One night, a celebration was held, and of course, the Guardian was invited. Reynara smiled at that—she loved these celebrations where her people laughed and danced together with her.

The village had been a bit tense lately, so this was indeed perfect. Just like always, she participated actively, dancing and laughing with her people.

Then suddenly—

One of the Kitsunes jumped on top of a table, gathering everyone’s attention.

“To thank our Guardian,”

He spoke, a bowl hovering in the air next to him.

“For her centuries of protection.”

Reynara chuckled at the silliness of her people. There was no need to do it. With a smile, she stepped into the square.

Lanterns glowed, music became louder, and dance became even faster. Of course, Reynara still followed through.

Her body was already on the verge of collapse, but she didn’t stop.

For her people—for them…

Anything, she would do anything.

Her tails curled gently, her ears twitched at the sound of laughter. For a moment, she remembered the past.

She smiled.

And then—

“Lady Reynara.”

She turned.

A Kitsune stood behind her—a Kitsune Kael recognized very well.

Vixara.

“You came.”

Reynara smiled.

“Of course. You raised me.”

Vixara smiled back, and then—

Pierce

A blade slid into her heart.

“Wha—?”

Reynara stared at Vixara in shock, and this momentary shock was more than enough to keep Reynara’s mind busy till—

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh

Chains of light erupted around her, binding her limbs mid-motion. Intricate runes flared in glowing patterns beneath her feet, forming a containment seal powered by the collective mana of dozens. Pillars of crystallized spirit-energy rose from the ground, locking her movements.

Illusions shattered around her to prevent teleportation. Silence spells wrapped her throat, while gravity enchantments dragged her body to the ground with impossible weight. Even her nine tails—each normally bursting with power—fell limp under the crushing pressure of betrayal-born magic.

And the moment all this happened, the Kitsunes that were dancing happily weren’t shocked or afraid that their Guardian was attacked.

They just… surrounded their Guardian, as if they all were in on this.

And Reynara…

She couldn’t believe what was happening. She stared at Vixara, frozen, unable to even say a word because of all the magic that bound her.

“I… I am sorry.”

Vixara muttered, tears dripping down her eyes.

Reynara’s heart was pained by those tears. Yes, even in this situation, she cared about Vixara and all other Kitsunes around her.

Even now… she was maintaining the dreamworlds to make sure the Kitsunes recovering there do not lose themselves.

She just had one question in her heart…

Why?

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