Marise, alone in the dungeon, heavy chains on her neck and legs.She was unable to take or retake human form.

She could speak and communicate easily. Moreover, the collar prevented her from any transformation and change of size.

She was really helpless. Falling to her knees...

"No one will come..."

Tiamat replied, "My daughter, I am not abandoning you... I am saving your mother Tania who is fighting to stay alive...".

She straightened her head... Mama???? Mama???? But the signal was cut off. It was and seemed very weak.

Isolde is in danger.... I have to do something....

"george..."

"GEORGE!! HELP!!!"

One of the guards threw a large stone from the top of the staircase , that bruised Marise's tail.

"You're going to stop bawling, you dirty beast!"

She was hit on the head with a bucket of dirty water, which almost took her head off... with the fall of 20 meters, the weight and the acceleration. (bucket were heavy, in thick wood and cercled with metal bands)

"KIIIIK" let go of the pain.

Thrown more than 20 meters high, it was doing damage.

One of the guards: "Don't think you're going to get out of here alive... HAHAHAHAHAHA"

In the cave where the Aegis was, the dragons were busy healing Poisse and Montaron wondered when the transformation would begin.

George heard his name. Marise called him for help.

I held him by the elbow...

"Be careful, it could be a trap. We're going to go with you..."

But he pretended he wanted to be a lifeguard, or rather a Dragon Saviour

.We : "Just this once... Think about Blanche... We won't interfere...I promise!"

Montaron wanted to help.

"No, my friend, you have to get stronger and eat as much as you can. You are assimilating mana around you. Concentrate on this so that your first transformation doesn't become a disaster or take your life. He then went in his caravan into the temple (to avoid the "visits" of the guards and the sheriff each time).He settled down and had a good meal.

He took notes in his historical annals and took advantage of still having his ten fingers to finish some gold leaf illuminations.This would be the final gift to his God, who would hand it over to his successor, if need be.But since he was offered eternal life, all his plans changed.

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What was he going to do with his apprentices? The dragonisation too? Maybe, but did he have the power?He wasn't sure.Then, exhausted, he went to bed waiting for the signs.

Before going to sleep, to make sure it wasn't a dream, he cut off his thumb a little, to see his wound close even faster.

Isolde, accompanied by fanatical knights, tried to get information about the ancient cult of Gidhorah, but very little was said about it and the innkeepers were silent, recognising the Black Knights, the secret police of King Valiant.

Even with money under their noses and the threat of the knights, they were a tomb.

Some wanted to help the magician but it was suicide to get involved.

Some acolytes saw the merry-go-round and went to look for Montaron in his secret cathedral but nobody knew the location or even the existence of the Aegis2.

But Montaron was visited by a small bird, smaller than a pigeon, and he rewarded him.

To his great surprise, he understood the language of the bird, which thanked him for the treat.He spoke to the bird to offer it a rest in his hat and, to his great surprise, he did so.

Montaron: "My God... The dragons really do live in another world than us."

Metals shone and emitted an aura, especially precious metals like silver, copper and gold.And gold "sang" to him.... "Fantastic!!!"

he thought to himself...He looked at the little tube attached at the leg of the bird and unrolled a small message scroll : "Is Isolde looking for me everywhere? Desperate?"

Georges and Marc were hurtling through the darkness while Blanche and the three other dragons were busy passing mana to Poisse.

But her body began to sparkle, as if it was going to disappear.Kraa, who loved Poisse very much, began to cry and scream.

Tiamat Blanche : "It is not like the death of a dragon... It is like teleportation. Its astral cord pulls it to the world where its soul is... not the other way around... It's amazing.

Normally her soul would be pulled simply here. Unless...Yes.... She is reincarnated and is still alive... Poor Poisse... It's terrible what's going to happen to her."

Orichalcum, also very erudite: "So, yes, it's true... She perished in world A, protected by amber but her spirit remained. Oh.... my God...By Vulcan! He quickly put the golden fleece on Poisse's body and she reared up! She shouted "NOOOOON MAMAAAAAAN TO HELP!"

Then the dragon disappeared in a sheaf of stars. The golden fleece falling to the ground.......Georges and I, we both ran into the darkness, always as Humans... But it wasn't fast enough.

So I decided to turn back into a Dragon and Georges did the same.

To be on the safe side, we threw shields at each other and it was fun that way. A glow at the bottom of the labyrinth, towards the rooms of Vaillant's dungeon.

Having only known the red dragons and some of their magic, the defences and protections did not work against the darkness. Yes, evil, against the succubus dragon. An aberration that will have to be captured sooner or later...

Marise had her front paws hanging on the wall, very high and could not lie down. She suffocated by hanging herself by her arms, and exhausted herself by staying in a standing position, helped by her tail.

It was atrocious, cruel and gratuitous nastiness.

Even being in an opposing camp, even the dragon treated like that, especially since she was still a little human inside, made us feel sick.

Georges was revolted to see her treated like that, blood running from her arch, by the wooden bucket and iron ring that had fallen from so high and a huge blue stone on her ribs.

She must have had one or two broken ribs and she had many arrows planted (just the tip) on her membranes, stomach, throat and hind leg.

When she was putting her leg down so she wouldn't choke, the arrowhead would cut her ankle.

Quickly, he crossed the dark wall and I arrived just like him, right next to the little one.

When she saw us arrive, she started to cry...and moan at the same time.

With her arms outstretched and her wings restricted, "George... help!!!! George, I beg you."

He couldn't take it anymore. So much the worse for Tiamat Infernal...He blew the necklaces and chains in the darkness and took the dragoness against him, which held him tightly for having been saved.

They were like a ball made of wings and spikes.It wept against his chest, wetting him at the same time.

I gave him a thumbs-up like "Hats off, son..." But I looked up. And I heard footsteps. They were going to pay! Out of the darkness, I started to take out a 21st century bomb intended for the Yankees but Georges signalled to stop everything.

We concentrated on the darkness and Marise was taken with us into the labyrinth and she saw our mythical castle in all its splendour."Dracula's castle!!!!"

George: "Do you know it?" It was still something in common between our two worlds. In spite of small differences, we had a lot in common, in fact 99.99% The historical background was the same but sometimes different choices, other possibilities.

Marise: "Thank you. Thank you... for saving me.... You won't hurt me, right?"

George wore a princess version of the smaller dragoness and placed her on an altar.

He looked at the vital points and wanted to start pricking and healing with super acupuncture and his crazy martial arts. I stopped his gesture."Stop, you'll scare the girl"

I leaned over her, being at least 3 times her size."Your name's Marise, I think, isn't it?"

"Yes, Lord Dragon...."

"My name is Marcus... and I come from the earth as you do. But obviously from another dimension."

Marise: "Yes... I know... Tania drives me crazy with the capture of the dragons and the capture of the hydra. Mother too..."

Me: "Marise, I know you have a kind heart and that you listen to your heart. That's important and that's what makes you a real dragon. You can be proud of yourself. We know that you are looking after Tania, that you are also looking after Alban.

Look, this is our kingdom of darkness, a dimension of our own, and from here you can see what's going on out there, even thousands of miles away."

"AIE"I watched Georges pay attention with a rag soaked in alcohol."

Here, put this in your mouth... it might hurt." Said Georges, visibly excited to take care of the one he really liked.

Me : "Of course I'm going to heal you, but you have to take out those arrows first".