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John: "Girls, no recklessness, okay?"

Those were John's words every time we left.

We were a family. In fact, he was called Dad.

That's true in a way, he taught us everything. And only when he touched us to see us that he realized we weren't human.

His life had become comfortable again and in the evening I read with him the book of magic. He would explain how it worked and quickly we learned a few tricks like making light, opening and closing a lock and lighting a fire. Basics.

Then we studied more seriously and it turns out that we were born to do magic but that the lack of education in the long term hurt our intelligence, at least my sister.

But she finally makes light. At night we tried to fly and had fun making projectors.

Prey were even lured into a hole by chasing after a bright spot.

Great fun!!

My sister loved me and so did I, and then with our gifts for sculpture and the magic of the earth, we undertook to make a tomb for our mother and our little brothers and sisters whom we did not know but whose colours and heads I remember well.

They were sculpted with their aged heads as if to say that they always had a place in our hearts.

They were with us, grown-ups and behind our mother opening her wings to protect them. A very beautiful sculpture.

Dad came and was surprised at the quality of the details.

"Who is it then?"

"A grave for our mother and brothers and sisters eaten by Ignar."

"And this is me with you? "

"Yeah, you're part of the family, right?"

The old man was crying and recognized a cross.

"What's with the cross?" asked the old blacksmith.

"It's a symbol that you put on the graves, it was also the sign of my old religion. I was a believer."

"You were a believer," said John?

"Yes," I replied

"So it changes a lot of things. You should be baptized and you would be under the protection of the church and no one would hurt you. You should not then hide all the time. And you know what else?"

"We also have the cross as a symbol! We had our messiah too!"

Our evenings were filled with cultural comparisons and time passed quickly, too quickly.

John had a cough and "Grandma's remedies" didn't change anything.

I knew that it was the heart that was weakening and that it was retaining water. It was old age.

If we knew how to treat this in a modern hospital to earn 5, sometimes 10 years but here we were in another world and medieval.

It had to be realized that he only had maybe 1 year left, a little more at most and by assisting him.

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He was 75 years old and modern medicine did not exist. My knowledge being also nil in this field.

Nevertheless, I had written his expertise and a collection of knowledge on treated skin parchment. The non-existent paper.

There was too much to do. Everything had to be done.

The forge was simply refurbished and a mini foundry added.

I built a steam engine and a micro rolling mill consisting of 6 steel rolls with levers and tightening screws to roll the copper and tin sheets.

Then I made a methane furnace:

Very simply, the manure is put in a copper tank and the putrefaction gas will feed the forge. The crucible is always hot and the metals are purified very well.

I refurbished a set of kitchen utensils and pots and I also built a gas stove.

In the forge I also build a drill.

To walk I had to make a terracotta chuck, then mold the parts and adjust in rotation and then make a second and a third one, increasing the precision.

Then the mechanism worked with a flywheel and then we made leather belt belts and the engine was a steam engine. Very simple.

The water simply passed through the forge burner and it worked well.

I was making the adjustments, my little sister was going to pick up the traps and snares and Dad was resting in a wicker chair that we made and covered with skins to make cushions.

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UNCLE JOHN????? Are you there???

A little blond girl and her soldier dad had come to see and maybe take their old uncle with them because it was now impossible for him to live alone.

"Ahhhh, Marie! How you've grown up," he groped her in her face and said, "Always more beautiful, soon of marriageable age..."

"Uncle John, I can't believe it! Everything is perfect here, it smells clean and you have chemicals and the forge works! How do you get here and you look so fat! Are you eating well?"

She went into the kitchen and saw : "

Oh, what a beautiful kitchen! And what is this oven!?????

Ever

Your vegetable garden is gigantic!

And what are these giant pots...??

Say, do you live with anyone??????"

"Uncle, I was told there were wyverns roaming around. Be very careful. It's no longer safe here.

We came to pick you up and take you back to town so you can spend the rest of your life there. "

"My darling, how can I explain, I don't live alone and I'm happy here. I have raised 2 very special but very nice children and they help me and live here with me.

They are special and not human in the sense that you think, but they are believers and speak our language. I taught them everything they know.

One of them is a blacksmith now and she fixed the forge. Her name is Vermithraxa and her sister Auberone."

Then he shouted, "Vermithraxa, we have a visitor. Put on your cape, it's my niece and her daddy."!!!

Then John approached Paul, the father and hugged him, and said : "Please, Paul, please don't hurt my adopted daughters, they're really nice to me and I owe them everything."

I approached the door and put on my cape to hide my appearance and shouted through the door.

"I'm here, Dad! Are there any visitors? I didn't feel anything with the forge! Auberone, hasn't landed yet. With the game."

I knock on the door and open it...

Paul and Mary scream!

"A WYW WYW WYYWYWYWY Verne! We're lost!"

Paul draws his sword and stands between Mary and me.

I bow like a girl and say, "Hello Paul, I'm Vermithraxa. Nice to meet you."

" You are talking too?" Paul squealed.

John kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my paw and said, "Meet Vermithraxa, my adopted daughter."

"Mary, my niece and Paul his father. His mother was my brother's daughter."

The tension decreased one notch.

"But how can you live with a Mr.. A dragon????? You know what they're doing to our family! They're wild beasts, monsters!..."

Me: "Paul, you're right, they're monsters! Did you see the statue outside????

It's my mommy. I only knew her for two days. My father slaughtered her, after he killed my brothers and sisters and ate them. His den stank of carrion and was filled with hundreds of human corpses that he tore to pieces. I stayed in her lair for two days and I was only able to save my sister from his madness. But on the first and second day, he had brought people again and tore them apart in front of me and ate them slowly. He also killed and devoured your brother, whose sword I brought back and who saved me from the wolves..."

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"I'm sorry that this monster has wiped out many lives and I'm sorry I wasn't born human like you. I apologize for that. I can understand you calling me a monster."

And I crawled on all fours and flat on my stomach at Paul's feet and said, "I'm sorry about your brother. And I wish Ingnar the Madman death just as much as you do to avenge all his victims. But I've never tasted human flesh before. I am not asking you to accept us, but at least to let us live. We love John who is a father to us."

Paul breathed and his hatred disappeared.

"So you're taking care of my uncle then. And the wyverns we saw were you?"

"Yes, we hunt game and bring it back here. We cook and we're not wild!"

Paul: How is this possible? All these inventions?"

Me: "I was human before I became Wyrme. I had a fatal accident and woke up here with a dragon body.

I watch and educate my little sister. The Dragons could live in harmony with humans but there has been too much violence and bloodshed and I fear that this is impossible. The violence of the males literally mortified the young and natural selection favors bullies over the intelligent."

Paul: "Yes, you are right! The violence and mainly your father Ignar the Madman is responsible for this situation. The king wants ALL the wyrmes dead. Perhaps if he sees you, it will change his decision, but a king's words are absolute."

"But will you show me your treasures?"

I took off my cape and let them touch me so they could see a real Wyrme up close.

"You can touch me but not the tail, I'm a girl and shy."

Marie asked if she could climb on top of me to fly one day.

I say yes, but as a family member, not as a horse, okay?

"For me John's family is my family and I will protect my family."

Paul was soothed and then asked me, "Vermithraxa, do you think we could tame wyrmes and ride them?"

...

I think a little bit and say, "Of course!!! That's the solution!"

ything is tidy! The house is impeccable and, and, you have a huge bed.

"Yes, listen, Paul, Adults, forget it, they're stubborn and we could, I say we could trade pseudo with them, I don't know, sweets and... No, they're too stupid. In fact they have a complex throat language but they have a lack of culture and vocabulary. Like dogs. You have to raise the very young and better, the eggs!

Young people are educatable and could be trained. They are less intelligent than you humans but more intelligent than animals. Adults, you have to barter as well as possible and motivate them with sweets or cured meats. They feed themselves and have no interest in culture, art and the humanities.

Yes, to train them as mounts but it is not easy. I could help if we founded an order of winged chivalry. I could train wyrmes and educate knights but I would like to be assured of my protection and freedom. I don't want to end up chained in a dungeon or skewered on a spear."