At the castle Brume it was more reassuring. The children slept with me and they trained to become warriors.

The surviving monks and the Padre were moved to the fort. I was put to work on the structural work, to the satisfaction of the Dragonslayers.

I was officially named Dragonslayer for having eliminated 2 dragons and proving my loyalty.

And I was given a chain medallion with their symbol and a black cape with 2 small discreet red squares on each side.

A tattoo was painted on one of my horns to show who I am and what I am: A dragon scourge. I was proud to wear it.

I flew with Amara on my back, so she was the first Dragon Lady, but I couldn't believe the ties and all that stuff, and the day she left me I wouldn't die with my mouth open!

They tried a lot of funny stuff with me like trying to see through my eyes and me through theirs but I told them to invent Skype or messenger it's easier but they didn't understand my sense of humor.

I had to show them a video 1500 years in the future. But I quickly understood that it... in short... no need...Fuck it.

All I wanted was to sleep with the kids but they were growing up very fast, too fast for me. My mental age progressed more slowly and with my instincts, I was 11 years old but in my dragon head 7 -8 years old and I wanted to play all the time.

Aurelie, let's play hide and seek? I asked.

Marc, another time, I have to help in the kitchen.

And you Theo, do you come to hunt on my back or to fish?

Marc, we are almost 13 years old and I have to work on my apprenticeship.

Then the children grew up and started their shifts and one, two and four didn't come to sleep with me anymore. Then they went to different castles to serve as squires.

The monks drank alcohol and beer like holes and and and I was all alone.

The crying resounded again and Arma had to come and sleep with me.

Grunt discussed my problem with Arma and the other dragonlayers:

On the one hand we have monsters that kill us and here Marc who kills us slowly and cries all night long. The men become insane and when he sleeps of exhaustion to have cried, he makes up for it by snoring.

Marc is really nice but too nice. And the time scale is different for him from us. He evolves mentally more slowly or in phases but he is a kid with men and immature with dragons.

What are we going to do with him? We're not going to kill him anyway?

Arma: Don't you dare think like that. I love Mark but as a child, an apprentice.

We're going to educate him as a squire so that he can become a knight! He has to put away his toys and "cut the umbilical cord."

I'm going to try this impossible mission!

Grunt and the others: Courage!

Early in the morning,

AYYyee

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

Instead of hitting me, which would have had no effect, Arma decided to break my ears.

Get up Snotty! Today you put away your toys and your cuddly toys and your comedy at night, we don't want them anymore.

You break our ears at night and every time you keep us awake at night, we'll take revenge with the gong. And for variety we have other musical instruments if you want and we also have other means that you don't know about.

Me: Like what, for example?

Arma : Stick stinking socks up your nostrils when you snore!

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Me : Oh no, not that, please don't!

Arma : Grunt's underpants then?

Me : Noooooo!

Arma: Then listen to me carefully. First of all, nobody here is afraid of you!

Secondly, do you rebel, or do we eject you or do we kill you Capito?

Yes, I cried.

Arma: Good, well, you're going to wash the stables! and yours in particular.

That reptile hole is over. Everything has to be in order and tidy.

You're going to wash all your skins, they stink and the smell goes all the way up to the dormitories.

Me: and the children, where are they going to sleep?

Arma: They are not children anymore! They are young adults now and they have to make their own life, their own destiny. They will remain your friends for life and you will still play a little bit, but no more dolls, no more juice and no more slides. In 2 or 3 years they will get married and they will have a family to feed. We are 35 years old here and 60 years old is a feat. Almost no one reaches 80!

The girls are married sometimes at 8 years old and they have children at 14 years old!

I KNOW THAT WHERE YOU COME FROM WE HAVE TO ADD 10 YEARS. YOU REPEATED IT TO ME A THOUSAND TIMES AND IT'S BORING.

So I clean my den every day. only the best furs are kept and they are folded every day. I have to sweep the yard and change the straw every 3-4 days. I also have to take care of the horse stalls and after it became a habit, Arma says ah, what a change. Well you did the right thing, I'm going to sleep with you!

I was happy not to sleep alone anymore! Douudouu!

MARC! she shouted! do you want me to leave?

No, sorry D..

MAAARC! Yes, Master Arma!

I like that better. I am your master and you my squire! I am no longer ARMA and MARC the dragon!

You are a squire and I am your master knight!

Being a knight is not parading with scrap iron and feathers on a horse. It is a school of life, a way of serving the people and your nation. Knights are respected because they are and not because they have. There are princes and kings, but there are very few knight princes and knight kings.

Prepare yourself! Tomorrow we have a battle to fight!

I was ready to fight but to my surprise I found myself tied to a big cart that I had to pull.

Arma???? I don't have to fight?

WHAT DID I HEAR????

Sorry, Master!

-Well, that's better. Being a squire is an honor! People have been trying for generations to make their child a squire.

And I started pulling a cart with the knights' equipment.

Then we arrived after 2 days of walking and horseback riding in front of a village.

There we installed signs and picks and once again I was asked to help with the structural work. The fearful and scornful men at the beginning were happy with my work.

Little by little I was appreciated by the other men, but most of them were young apprentice squires. Some of them were nobles and were forbidden to be served.

I quickly learned the hierarchy, drums, flute and trumpets, war machines and trebuchets. All this is methodical and meticulous.

I had to learn heraldry and recognize the families and their coats of arms.

The kings, their queens, the protocols, never talk to the king or the nobles until the barons.

They had the right of life and death over their citizens.

The clergy also had their coats of arms, their orders and all this soon became complicated.

Then in the evening I began to cry.

Arma came to me: Okay, tonight you can call me Arma, but why are you still sad?

Everything!

EVERYTHING!

EVERYTHING is too complicated!

And I don't want to become a squirrel

Arma: Are you stupid or what?

me ..????

SQUADDING is the stage to become a knight.

What's in it for me?

Arma : A knight is a NOBLE!

NOBLE = Court of the greats, Freedom, influence, Respect, Travel, Adventures, and your own domain. YOUR OWN DOMAIN. YOU HAVE AN OFFICIAL HOME! YOU CAN ALSO HAVE A CASTLE OF YOUR OWN AND A DEN OF YOUR OWN THAT NOBODY WILL CLAIM!

Ah, AAAAAHHHHH, Ah yes, but that's great!

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM,

Orcs attack the camp.

They are very numerous.

I wanted to take flight but SQUIRER stays here and defends the village. You are a squire not a knight. Only knights are allowed to fight!.

AH!!!!Blimey! so.

Kling Klang, the battle was raging. Orcs were throwing goblins by catapult and they were trying to set fire to the houses and kill the village women.

I was crushing a lot of them and it smelled like crushed bugs.

I extinguished several fires and the orcs breached the palisade. They rushed and entered the enclosure I wanted to help but Arma's orders were strict.

I had learned and endured this training for my first battle! I had to honor it!

Hold my position and she was right.

From behind, a commando of goblins and orcs arrived to take the knights in pincers and on the ramparts I saw knights being swallowed up by a black dragon mounted by some kind of sorcerer. A necromancer!

This bastard was smaller than me but his fangs looked venomous and pestilential. Was it alive or dead?

Fear, I was afraid, it was the dragons of my nightmares, the shadows of my nights that made me cry with fear. They were like pterodactyls but with a viper's head full of sharp fangs.

They glided over the shadows and were tangible, non-tangible.

The arrows passed through them as if through a reflection, but when they killed a man, the sorcerer sucked out his soul, devoured him. Thus he died twice. The poor man.

Immediately he spotted me and ordered me to follow him. The sorcerer spoke draconically and said to me

SHADOW-WHITE LIGHNING ! OBEY! obey YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO ANYTHING AMONG MEN. YOU ARE DARKNESS AND YOU WILL RETURN TO DARKNESS.

OAHH, I trembled and felt like my soul was being sucked up by that horrible creature.

GRRRRR, I did!

NECROMANCER: WE REBEL? OBEY THE WORD OF POWER!

Arma shouted: don't listen to him! close your ears! This is black magic!

I rushed into the pile of monsters and tapped the horrible mount with my tail. The sorcerer didn't move, as if stuck to his mount and he got higher.

He then shouted words and orcs fired flaming arrows which saw lodging in my wings!

Ouch, they were perforated and I had to land.

With my breath I roasted the orcs on the ground but the sorcerer threw a lightning bolt that hurt me horribly:

LAST WARNING. FOLLOW US OR PERISH!