We settled in a cave on the island, near a lake surrounded by jungle. There are other islands more or less big and according to the maps of 2 thousand years ago the earth would have tilted from its axis and the east would have been the south east.
So we would have left the ancient United States but the cataclysm was so violent that the tectonic plates wobbled, mountains collapsed, plateaus were swallowed up, and islands would have surfaced. But we would be in Cuba in a jungle with a Caribbean climate.
The cave is well arranged and as the stone is soft, it is easy to dig and polish the walls.
We each have a nest and a central nest with a fire pit, braziers and alcoves to put beds for human guests.
A stable to store live prey. And a resting terrace for sunbathing.
The jungle is lush and sometimes ruins emerge and sometimes we see this and that artifact that only I can recognize.
We learned writing and pottery at the native and exchanged some recipes of balms and care products.
We eat a lot of fish and mainly sharks and predators.
We are more revered than the volcano and we receive offerings but they do not dare to offer sacrifices anymore. They understood.
We were right and we got back together slowly and naturally, making sure not to talk about the past, about idols.
We seriously reviewed our anger on dad when we had the version of the prince and the fact that he had not killed the mother of Sanguine nor killed Tantante but it was Sanguinema that he had emptied it by malice. It was more a kind.
And for our hatching, it was terrible.
He told us that they had separated the males from the females as best they could, but they couldn't move us because of the albumen pocket, typical of reptiles, the claws would tear the membrane. The males were cannibals.
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We were basically a family again. And we slept together like Russian dolls.
Dad, Sanguine, Me and Ruby.
Everything went well for the next few months.
Ruby and I had a very bad stomach ache one day and Mum explained us that we were becoming fertile and that we were approaching the first egg laying.
But it is strongly advised that young dragons do not give birth at the first spawning as it would damage our skeleton and stop our natural growth. Ideally we should wait a few more years. Then we would have eternity.
The next day, Father looked a little more grumpy.
But it was Mom who explained.
You know, Dad has lived a very long time, but he's still a very young dragon. Full of vigor.
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But he has accumulated, despite his madness, a certain wisdom.
There are going to be big problems between us and the humans again. It's inevitable.
We go through the stage of Gods to Lords, then Partners then Buddies then Neighbors then Enemies and finally Targets.
Now we are safe because the leader is young and strong and there is a status quo and no incidents.
Each one at home in good neighborliness.
But an unforeseen event, a famine, or simply a change of religion or a replacement of the chief by another one with 180° ideas, and then we are attacked or blamed for one or the other of their misfortunes.
It is very complicated but a triggering factor is the economic interest for example, the food pressure that we carry on the fauna, our cave, a place of worship? or the lake and access to fresh water or a madness?
Consider that we sleep on an ant hill. As long as it is not disturbed, no problem but a change of queen and it is the cata.
"For that, Daddy is right girls."
Me: "And what do you suggest we do?"
Father: "Decrease their numbers to show who is the master but it's despicable.
Don't interfere in their affairs even in times of need
Abandon them but they grow like mushrooms. There are so many of them everywhere. And go where?
Then there are the adventurers in search of glory and the dragon hunters, who dream of finishing THE last dragon.
We don't know what to do."
Me: "Then you have to find more dragons, find the other dragons and if not hybridize, I mean like Grandma, your mom, dad... She was human."
"Look dad, in 100 years they will find books or archives and old machines and they will have weapons to kill us. You know, HEIN, Dad, that it was a 2000 year old cannon that shot you. Once preserved in oil, it doesn't age anymore and the oil crystallizes and disappears by cooking."
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Then came the festival of fertility and we, as deities, were invited.
The women climbed on our backs and tied hundreds of feathers to our spikes and this strongly changed our appearance. We looked like red skins with feathers but it was very pretty. They made music with flutes and I built them a guitar and a classical flute and also trumpets. Ah, the trumpets, my father looked at me with an annoyed look:
"The trumpets of the apocalypse."
Then I started to play the ocarina and the tunes I remembered to the infernal tune of Lady Gaga, drums and trumpets.
THEY LOVED IT!
Then came the time of the ceremony where they prayed to have children and they understood that we also had this problem. This brought the bonding together, especially between the women and the dragons.
But it was discovered that our saliva had a powerful healing and antibiotic effect. But I never got past the shaman.
Then at the end of the ceremony we had to withdraw to lay our eggs.
They were soft but protected by scales. And mine were different colors, Ruby too. Mom was red. But they were not fertilized since the famous War.
I wasn't ready yet, let alone to accept daddy, but it was just in case. Mom told me that it was not painful and that it was just like a little prick...!!!!! But I think she's lying, considering the screams I witnessed almost 2 years ago....
What to do with our infertile eggs?
Offer them to the humans who don't have children, maybe that would help them?
We went to offer our eggs to the village chief who offered them to infertile couples.
And then the miracle happened.
One of the couples made love with the egg between them but it was not the mother who was fertilized but the egg. Then the egg glowed and entered the womb of the mother, through the womb. Rounding her completely like a pregnant woman.
Tattoos appeared in the form of dragon wings on the belly of the mother the others did the same. Not knowing what would come out.
Then all of a sudden,
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR and smoke at the volcano.
We flew away and father dived into the burning magma
A few hours later, he returned incandescent to the village and plunged into the sea water that made pssssh.
It was an unheard of sight for them.
Father explained that a torrent of lava from the depths was filling the magma chamber and that when it was filled, the mountain would swell and then explode, causing a fiery cloud and a tsunami.
We had to evacuate. We would have 1 or 2 months at most, counting on 1 rather than 2
Something broke.
A part of the population implored us to calm down the volcano. We tried to explain to the shaman how a volcano works but nothing made it.
Some of them put themselves at our disposal to make rafts style KONTIKI, a kind of reinforced raft with a keel and a bow at the front and a shelter in the middle in case of storm and earthenware jars to contain water and food.
Others planned a coup to sacrifice us to the volcano.
Others pointed to us as the ones responsible for their misfortune, and the eruption confirmed what they said when a flow destroyed their coffee crop.
Then it went to the extreme when a group of children chased by adults came to take refuge in our den! They were Taboos, untouchables, children of the sacrificed or the sacrificed to the fleeing volcano.
When the adults entered the den without any respect for us and began to threaten the little ones who clung to me, I had no choice but to crack down. They got away with burning their butts, returning naked to the village.
We worked fast and one of the rafts was specially made for the four of us to sleep on.
But the greatest danger was even greater than I thought.