POV Luc.

Celine was carrying her bag but the heaviest was in the wearer .

Tension was now rising as we were heading towards the forbidden zone. But the Journalist had explained to them that they would be joined by soldiers.

The landscapes crossed were beautiful and the vegetation lush. But soon the trees were replaced by shrubs and the shrubs by small bushes.

Luc looked at his mobile phone signal and trusted it more than his GPS.

It took into account magnetic waves and obstacles.

I have to be at a bar on the antenna when we reach it. Which is a challenge in itself!

Behind them, soldiers in columns climbed another path and arrived at the eternal snows, they decided to set up a mountain camp.

Isolated tents were set up and radio racks were stacked.

A generator carried in pieces was assembled on site and gasoline jerry cans for the generator set were also assembled.

The team in place went down and the journalist and his cousin Ratsimba, officer and commander of the expedition, stayed in place, waiting for the relief team with food and other equipment.

The rest being weapons and traps for big cats.

He had all the time in the world, after all it was a normal border patrol. The smuggler hunt was open all year round.

The hardest part was to cross the glacier without injury and by crossing the countless hidden crevasses.

The cold was everywhere and the easily crossable roads no longer existed.

All that was left was the escalation.

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My head hurt and I expected to wake up in my bed in Belgium but reality caught up with me.

I was on a stretcher, a bearded man at my bedside. He would look at me with his glasses and take my blood pressure and also take notes or compare the values with those of my mother.

Oh, yes.

Squeek Swask kriii ...Aaargh, I can't talk with my dragon mouth.....

I'm dizzy and I have bandages everywhere. And I'm tied up.

Except my hind legs, my neck and my tail...

He caressed my head, which was resting on his lap.

"IIIIII," I said.

Chlaks: "You've come a long way, my little one. Do you still understand me?"?

I waved that I did with my head.

I no longer saw mother....

Chalks: "She went hunting. I had a conversation with her."

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"I think that dragon loves you above all else. You have no idea what she did to cure you. Thus, here I am!"

But I know she's done the irreparable and I'm not making excuses for her.

At least try not to hate yourself each others..."

I shook my head, crying and shaking...

Impossible without my hands to speak... or to communicate. I turned my head and got angry, but the pain made me scream "Squweak"

Chlaks stroked my cheeks and told me a story about when he was very young and I fell asleep on his lap.

Stuck, he did the same and fell asleep leaning on me.

Mother arrived: "HMPF! "she sulked and she dropped some fruit and some cans and cans that she had to loot here and there..... She had to take a vending machine for drinks and snacks. She took the whole thing with her... and then dropped a dead rabbit that had just been killed:

"Doctor: Prepare food for the little one and you will live another day..."

He knelt down and begged for her greatness.

She turned her head: "At least one who understood!..."

BANG BANG BANG, BaNG BANG, went away on her bed, looking at the mountain and the sky through the hole in the precipice.

She closed her eyes... MMMMMHHH hunters..... I can feel them!

Her powers were immense and one of them was particularly monstrous.

The astral fight!

The legendary mystical ecstasy, the lotus of Yoga, the kundalini, the revelation of Buddha or the famous Sabbath of witches and lycanthropy, the true one, not that of novels but that of legends and historical facts.

Rudia: "I must teach her as soon as possible to hunt, fly and fight in the astral"

With her almost divine power, the dragon was not only a fire-eating beast but a mystical, powerful, divinatory and magical being. But she also had scientific knowledge. Dragons were once, long before they were masters of the world, long before men, they were a people of the stars and Rudia knew it well. When she was a child, her mother and father had shown her how to see a hologram with their grandmother, but it must have been their great-great-great-great-grandmother, the years, the centuries ahead of them.

"Poor Ruby... How I feel about myself.... I was blinded by anger and revenge."

She saw the old man feeding the contents of a can of canned food, sweetened fruit compote and heated over the fire. He fed her with a spoon...

She dropped a tear." I should be the one to give her the spoon, she thought.

The man got up and gave me a can of Coke.

How I missed it...... I was dying for coke, snacks, candies,.....

I was purring with satisfaction when the sparkling black nectar went down my throat.

Then he left me and went to the ambulance to shelter from the cold and I wanted to go and join him but I had difficulty getting up without my arms tied up and causing me terrible pain.

IIIIIIIII

EEEEE

IIIIIIIII

I was freezing to death now that the fire had gone out and Rudia gently lifted me out of her hugs, without a word. Opened her wings and placed me on the straw next to her and she lowered her wings on me, so that I could be warm.

I had rage against her and I didn't say a word.

Besides, there was nothing to say... not now.

"She still said something: I'm sorry..."

I had tears in my eyes and I had little sobs that she must have felt.

I avoided skin contact with her, trying to have as much straw between us as possible.

In the early morning, she had already gone hunting and made her rounds.

I could jump or drag myself to the edge. Maybe it would be fatal this time?

The pain reminded me that I was alive.

The old man who tried to wash his clothes with the water from the cave, helped by the sunlight, told me.

"Here's a snicker! There's nothing like a caramel and peanut bar to keep you in shape during the day.

He rubbed a little on my wings and removed some of the bandages.

"Yes, you are strong. Your limbs are back in place and you're going to have to do some exercise.

He released one of my wings

OIIII! It hurt... but I'll clench my teeth.

He took my wing and unfolded it.

Emily, I'm going to call you Ruby, I know you don't like it, but in order for you to feel good and regain your joie de vivre, you have to make a new start.

Think of yourself as a baby, and it's true, you're a baby.

But you are very beautiful! Your color is beautiful and look, the sun as it shines on you.

Your reflections, are like a disco, look at the little stars of your scales on the wall.

Like little mirrors.

You are solid, you are beautiful and you have your whole head! And you're stronger than you think.

You resisted hypnosis, your mother!

You resisted a dragon. That's because you were drugged to calm you down and get out of suicidal depression."

III, I said, all sad.

AIE, he unfolded my wing and massaged the tendons and joints

I had 10 feet on the ground on all fours with my tail and neck.

Then, as a joke, he put on a nurse's jacket and a helmet on my head to play with me.

He found a deck of cards in the empty pocket of the ambulance and shuffled the cards: "Hey, no cheating!" don't look over my game!

we were playing battle and black jack.