Marise was chained at the bottom of a dungeon with huge iron bars.
She was crying to get out, to ask for forgiveness, but no one could hear her. And it was true...
She had been left in a drawer, without water, bread or rats...
The dragon was in the dark, refrigerated and crying for her mother... Then, slowly, she pulled herself together.
Isolde... I have to protect her... Valiant, he's a liar... He knew... he let mummy die... She hadn't done anything...On the contrary...
GRRR.
The rage gave way to sadness.
"I must save Isolde and Tania's child... It's all I have left as a family. And if Isolde doesn't want it, I'll raise it myself..."
"Filthy human scum..." (She didn't realise what she was saying, losing her humanity even more...)
She started praying to mummy Tiamat... pouring her blood in the darkest and least dirty corner.
"Mama Tiamat, help" ....
But Tiamat was very busy...
But her calls were heard by other beings from the abyss...
Tiamat "the wicked one" (who wasn't at all wicked anymore, White...) heard her calls because she was from this world, finally from world A and forced to world B (Earth destroyed).
She was with the others, Kraa and Karrine and Orichalque and had just discovered AEgis 2 and the corpse of Poisse through darknesses.
Coming out of the darkness, the 4 dragons appeared to Montaron who almost fainted.
The aura and the size of the dragons in real life and not in books were something else.
By reflex, he hid behind me (Mark).
Then I turned to him: "Don't be afraid, you'll have to get used to it sooner or later...".
"Yes... yes... my Lord..."
Tiamat (White) inspected the amber and licked the wall. Oriharukon too.
Then Tiamat looked at Ori: "I think it's your skills... and Mark's..."
I understood immediately that I had to "Eat" the dimensional amber, but as a devourer...I had to recuperate its energy so that this zone could take its place again.
And that's where Orichalcum intervened with his golden fleece. In fact, I was supposed to take it from him by killing him but then I would have lost a friend and an irreplaceable member of my family. Besides, we all loved each other very much, and intimately too. This part of the dragon that replaced my humanity, I wouldn't want to go back for anything in the world. I have to admit it to myself... I was happy and loved as a dragon. Much more than I would have been if I had remained human. I didn't deny or spit on my origins, but deep down inside I was a dragon. So my sense of time, of urgency was becoming more and more distant from my lost humanity. But my recent transformation into a human being brought back memories and rehabilitating myself was not a problem.
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Montaron: "Are you all right, Lord? I see you lost in your thoughts...".
My back was turned, and I returned to my full dragon form, my form of a dragon of darkness and lightning.
Montaron panicked, turning to George who was holding his hand, but with a vice as a grip.
Montaron: "Why??" he cried.
George smiled and said: "At least you didn't wet yourself... You have three great dragons here, your God Gidhorah, me, the Dragon Lord and Tiamat, the primary goddess and mother of all dragons..."
"Mercy, Lord..."
Me, turning around: "Mercy What????? We didn't do anything to you, Montaron...."
I wanted to do this briefly, but I was amused by his pleas...
Did I become evil? The power??? No, the release of stress for sure.
He tried to get down on his stomach, twisting his wrist held by George, and tried to lick his shoe.
"Mercy, my lords... I have always served you well, and protected your knowledge..."
He began to cry.
Tiamat stooped down, his icy breath cooling the human a little.
"We don't want to hurt you, but you are going to be hurt, very hurt...
Suddenly, Georges spread his arms and he was paralysed with terror, seeing Blanche's enormous claws coming...
The massive claw like a spear slipped between his shirt and skin and his garment was torn, revealing his chest as a martyr man. His skin was only a scar from whiplashes and full of bumps, revealing the broken ribs and the mistreatment he had suffered all his life.
Our smile disappeared when we saw the distress of the poor prophet.
Tiamat turned her head as he looked at us.
I said, "We can't leave him like that!".
"Montaron, faithful curator, preacher and pope living of my worship, we offer to you and your lineage the blessing of your God."
And suddenly Tiamat clawed his solar plexus to the bone and screamed in pain, impossible for him to escape the grip of George, who, besides having the strength of a powerful dragon, was a master of martial arts.
George: "Come on, cheer up!"
Montaron: "God, why? Then he submits... Yes, Lord, take my life, I sinned for being afraid. You're a devourer and it's an honour for me to be your first meal."
I turned to Tiamat...
"We can't stop"? He is suffering...
Tiamat "What has begun must be finished. Pain is part of life and energy. Don't forget that we are the elements, including the fury of fire and the burning of cold. Pain comes from the soul and not from the body for this transformation."
"The honour is yours, Mark."
I took my hug and cut my wrist and dripped drops of my blood into his gaping wound.
Oriharukon also cut himself and golden blood flowed into his wound, which began to glow and closed, just after Tiamat had also poured a drop into the wound.
He collapsed to the ground, terrified and exhausted.
Tiamat: "Welcome to the family. You have earned it for yourself and for your descendants.
You will become an emerald dragon, protector of nature until the end of time.
You have received the blood of your God, your goddess and the protector of wisdom and knowledge. "
Blanche blew into a corner of what was left of the cave, a corner of the age-old structure and frost crystals, snow and ice took shape.
The poor man was placed on top of it and it began to cool down.
Tiamat: "It was all we could do to ease the pain. The cold numbed his nerves a little. But the pain of the soul, he won't escape it."
Montaron moaned but fought and hadn't fainted yet.
With a weak voice he smiled at me, honoured to be part of the family of his divinity, the supreme reward offered by a God to a faithful person.
He looked at us in silence, not daring to disturb our actions.
Georges also took back his form and fortunately the place was immense, because we too were immense.
Orichalcum took his golden fleece and a sphere of intense light burned my eyes, like a sun.
I had to turn my head, also feeling the luminous burn on my scales of darkness.
I will get sunburned for sure... for sure.
All of a sudden, bubbles, as if the whole area was immersed in champagne.
The amber invaded the whole space, including where we were and we literally found ourselves IN a glass of champagne, full of bubbles.
Tiamat and Oriharukon wanted to tell me something but I didn't understand.
They would give me the sign to eat... to drink....
Ah, yes, I forgot that I was a devourer.
When I began to swallow the "champagne", an immense feeling of energy came over me as the liquid rushed into my mouth.
Suddenly, we found ourselves in a huge empty room of amber that had completely disappeared.
Poisse, who wasn't even lying on the floor when she was taken, fell to the ground, the stiffness of the body not having reached her yet. She may not have been dead yet.
They jumped on her and started restoration to repair her tissues.
And her gaping hole closed, the blood caught in the amber returning naturally to her body. But no reaction... not yet...
I sent an electric shock to her small, bruised body and her chest tightened, arched back and then fell back.
Her heart had just started beating again.
I held her close to me...
"Come on, Go Sissy, hold on... We're all here! "
But she stayed asleep, as if she was an empty shell.
Tiamat : "The problem now is her soul... Where is it?"
No one here could answer. But at least she was alive, not dead anymore....
I turned around ... "And the Grail?"
Karrrine: "It's for the dead, but she's not dead, nor is she alive either.