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The Vulcanus ship suddenly began to shake and lose power. Everything was shaking.

"Commander, commander! A magnetic storm is attacking the ship!"

The Vulcanus was leaving the planet's high orbit and heading for its star to use the gravitational forces to gain speed for the long return trip.

But everything was disrupted, as if the ship was twisting.

I knew, I felt that this planet wasn't finished with me!

I called the commander of my "room, an area in the cargo ship bounded by a line of yellow paint where I rested and had as my only den a protective shuttle tarp. Basically I was stationed with the shuttles. I was strictly forbidden to move from there without authorization. And I obeyed. I didn't want to risk losing everything because of a grimace or a crooked eye. I realized I was the commander's plaything on our last dragon flight.

"Yes Vermithraxa, we're busy!"

"I am the cause of this storm. If I don't get out, the ship will be destroyed. It is the planet that wants me. "

Perry: "And what are you gonna do about it?"

"Prepare adrenaline, a long trocar to pierce my heart and a cable. Freeze Fuchur! He'll crumble! He's human in his head and won't understand the language of the planet."

The ship would twist and you could hear the metal whining everywhere.

The engines were pushing too hard and were in danger of bending in their housings.

I then cast a force spell on the ship and the metal hardened and all the infrastructure returned to its position and the engines obtained a 300% thrust reserve.

"Commander, reduce engines, the ship may be destroyed, the planet's pull is getting stronger and it won't let go.

Fuchur was asleep under anesthesia and we began to cryogenically freeze him.

"Fuchur is safe.??? "I asked, and half an hour later I was told everything was in order."

The storm redoubled its fury and I stepped out into the void.

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I opened my wings and the solar and magnetic wind carried me into nothingness, but I was stopped by the long cable that held me to that branch of the ship in that ocean of emptiness.

I roared and contact was made between me and the planet. Like a noise, then a breath, then a roar from the planet in draconian in primal language.

It was in my head but the message was clear:

UNGRATEFUL DRAGON YOU BELONG TO THIS WORLD. YOU WILL BE PUNISHED BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE!

So I started singing and I sang back.

CRUEL WORLD I LEAVE YOU. YOU ARE A HELL FOR US DRAGONS. CHERISH YOUR HUMANS AND LOOK IN MY MEMORY WHAT THEY HAVE DONE WITH GAIA!

THE PLANET ROARED AND BEGGED FOR MY RETURN.

I REPLIED SINGING: THEN BRING BACK TO LIFE THE INNOCENT DRAGONS YOU LOVED TO SEE DIE.

The pressure of the storm increased and a magical attraction came between me and the planet. I was drawn to the planet like a magnet and the cable tightened.

So I joined my hands and paws, my tail between them and formed a ball.

I opened the sheath of my dart and stuck it into my heart and injected the venom.

I sang for the last time: "I would rather die. ADIEU ARCADIA"

And I closed my eyes, my heart having stopped.

The storm disappeared and instead a purple flash of lightning exploded on the surface on the pyre of Profion. As if it was the cause of sorrow for the whole planet, and although the flames had not yet reached it, the celestial lightning struck it and it exploded and the discharge of the lightning spread within a radius of 1 to 2 kilometers, thus blowing life to thousands of humans who had come to watch the spectacle.

Ashes flew and gathered and converged towards the fire of the pyre and the flames intensified and an incredible roar took place. And out of the smoke and ashes and flames came a glowing dragon, which finally died out and roared to signal its return:

METANOVAE had been resurrected by Arcadia and soaked with all its power.

Her mission: To take revenge on humans and breed human-slaying dragons. She also had all the science of Profion and had absorbed the soul of Profion as a sacrifice for her resurrection. Her other mission: To punish me for treason on the day I returned to this world.

Metanovae didn't waste a minute. She was hungry and started swallowing the dead electrocuted people.

I was in the dark.

I could hear TCHAK TCHAK TACHK and I lifted my head and was at the crossing, asleep at the wheel.

Ah, this had all been just a dream then...

The gates went up and the signal went white again.

I restarted the car and crossed the crossing but I heard the fuchur voice on the radio: "Don't cross! Don't cross!

I put on the parking brake and put it in reverse. I was in a bed, human, and the ceiling was white.

I was weak, weak like a human. I wanted to get up but I couldn't.

A lady came in in a white shirt and opened the curtains and I saw the stars. Space.

Where was I? Where was I?

I could hear someone moaning at my feet, or rather something:

Fuchur! Fuchur was praying: "Vermithraxa, I love you, don't leave us, don't cross over, don't cross over!" That damn dragon saved my life again! I love him! But I was human.

I had claws where my nails used to be and where my pores used to be, I had very fine scales, almost invisible but scales on my nose and elf horns and ears. And I had my crocodile tail and my wings stuck to my arms. But I was the size of a human. I was dressed like the crew and slowly I came to my senses. I was half-dragon. Well, not a quarter human anymore.

What was I going to do?