A cavern made of a collapsed former shopping mall was found leading to a subway entrance.

We made a fire there, at last... I did.

Oriharukon was dark and severe, Karrrin, Kraaa and Marc defeated....

I suddenly screamed and roared but their only reaction was to look at me, tears in their eyes.

"Listen. I have lost my 4 beloved sisters... And we really weren't used to worrying about each other. We used to make fun of their misfortunes, I mean they were me and I was them, we were one and at the same time 5 when we were talking or having fun."

"You have to face the facts. We're old young and or young- old.

We are not responsible. We are dragons. Not gods. Well, I am. If we were full...

And even complete, what would you want us to do.

Marc: "You're twisting my head with your preaching preached..."

Kraa bit him a little...

Marc: "Let me out and devour me".

Tiamat: "Marc. If it was the old me ... You'd piss yourself. Just by smelling me from afar...

I continue.

Your children are not dead!!!! There is no mourning!!!!

We are the ones who are elsewhere!!!!

We are lost and our adventure must continue.

If we find more dragons, we might find out what happened. Maybe we will be able to find survivors... Or even their descendants.

We are maybe and certainly their grandma and grandpa... I remember a Dantinne, a red dragon that called for help in this dimension, it's a trail. She must have a mom and dad and maybe they are your children... We're not dead... Damn it... Wake up! Wake up!

Besides, they need us. If we're here... They're right... I'm sure they are happy. And they may also be looking for us...

We haven't even seen humans... Dwarves...

That means that the fantastic creatures of the great extinction came here.

While you were sleeping, I made a discovery.

I followed the subway line. And it stops sharply with the rock and there is like a thin layer of amber at the junction. Everywhere there is a ruin, cuts as if the building was being teleported in whole or in part and at the edges, a yellow amber that here.

Marc and the others regained some vigor to these words.

I know what it is. It is dimensional glue.

When two universes collide, by a mass or a gravitational field, they repel each other but at the points of contact, it transfers there like mud to the ground. And the factory of the universe "glues" the pieces back together and amber is the product of this glue.

We are lucky in our misfortune. We would have been crushed or killed but we were "transferred".

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Given the magnitude of the cataclysm, perhaps others of our children or descendants hibernated and were transferred here. "

Marc:" And what do you suggest?"

"We are not in a hurry anymore but, we should reactivate the darkness if this dimension allows it, find Dharma. Find the humans. Maybe they know something. Find Dantinne and her family. She has access to the darkness, that's for sure. Otherwise it would take a few drops of her blood to give us access if I could not.

We must now settle down and find a place to live and regain strength. And you, Marc, pull yourself together!

They are not dead. And at worst, I'm sure they have a happy life. You should meditate a little and accept the divinity in you. By listening to your heart, maybe you are a God to them and they are praying and worshipping you somewhere. You have done a lot for them, haven't you? So listen instead of crying. Their prayers can reach you and then you will know what they have become..."

Gods over there and juvenile dragon (a young hibernatus...) here.

Mark licked my head, and the others did the same.

"Thank you for giving us hope..."

"Hey... It's heavy 4 heads leaning on me..."

We left in the direction of the high mountains, towards virgin valleys, without path, teeming with prey and streams of fresh and pure water.

Lakes full of fat fish...

But we came across a hermit's hut but we left them alone. We did not fly to avoid being spotted and without breaking too many branches.

We really had to recover. Either it was years of siesta or a bloody orgy.

We opted for the bloodthirsty orgy.

We had overslept.

Then, we climbed the walls and as we all liked the mountain we settled down. In an immense cave at 2000 meters. At the limit of the conifers and not far from the clouds. Sometimes they were above, sometimes below.

In the distance, at night, we saw the glimmer of a big city.

Not too far, not too close.

We shoveled and roasted wild boars.

As is, the guts are washed into the lakes to fatten the fish.

We separated and continued to regain our strength.

In case of an attack of knights, we should be ready!

The den was rearranged into several niches, 3 niches and a commune. The third one, for more intimacy.

We kept the food in our dimensional storage and brought out what we had preserved these last millennia.

I really didn't have much compared to the original Tiamat... and had nothing to say and I think I had an important personality for Marc, but I was broken. I was just a bud that had grown back on a broken branch, a new shoot, with no past, in an uncertain present. With a future that was even less so...

All our evenings were silent. We were all around the fire. Without saying anything.

For me, it was a torture... I only had my meager powers from before, which I didn't master.

And I had the most appetite.

I say to Marc. You want to play with me?

He was a broken kid.

I knew something would make him happy.

I had telekinesis skills, but I had four legs, two of which had clawed fingers, but more dexterous. So I took pieces of skin that I dyed by magic and made balls and I took glazed stones and I spent my evening tinkering with them. Eyes... Ears, scales and there you go. I was doing quite a bit with leather and I made a dragon doll, a cuddly toy.

The next day, after the hunt, we built a fish smoker and a salt cellar.

We tanned the hides and sewed them together to make cushions. All our evenings were busy arranging our den. This kept our minds busy and saved us from falling into grief.

Marc had a fit of madness. He wanted to go into town and get himself killed looking for his little ones.

We had to knock him out but Kraa also had deadly tendencies. Karrrine protected her little one as best she could and Oriharukon helped me to protect Marc.

He was all in tears and could not recover. He was pitiful to see and remained thin. Very thin. He didn't eat properly because during his attacks, he either burned all his calories or vomited.

If he continued like that, he would not hibernate but would die.

I hugged him and gave him a gift.

"Here you go, Marc. It's not my most beautiful creation, but it's a cuddly toy for you. It is no longer of your age but for us dragons, age has no meaning anymore and I can see that you are still a child in your head . You've had a long sleep but you've stayed the same.

Marc:" Thank you Tiamat...thank you. Doudouuu!!"

He took it gently and hugged the doll and went to cry in his corner, but this time he didn't ask for his cuddly toy anymore. He had it. He gave me a really weird look, ultra possessive but gratifying, grateful.

He loved me even more.

Then Kraa came towards me... We can make dolls of our children together?

Karrrin got involved: I need a cuddly toy too...

Oriharukon. Do it if you want, but it won't replace our little ones. It's insanity! Let's rather prepare something to meet humans without getting beaten up!

-What would you do? A white flag?