Mommy, I want my mommy." I shouted. Then I fell down in tears in front of the villagers and the knight candidates.
I couldn't handle the situation anymore.
I was pathetic. With my instincts I had regressed like a six-year-old kid.
The army came down on us and there was no resistance.
They threw ropes at me and I was tied up and I cried like a kid.
Doudouuuu!
No, he's not going to do it again, said the others who were also taken prisoner.
Arma arrived and went to the command quarters to answer questions.
For the pope, Zagorcenes sent 3 dragons to attack the Duchy of Italy with scouts. But the dragon and the scouts were together and they were confused.
Arma had to explain that 4 Snakes had been eliminated by Mark, the Christian village destroyed by the vampire and that they had been taken prisoner and escaped with the surviving villagers.
The 2 other dragons are neutral allies in couple. They don't attack people and kill snakes.
But what is a dragon doing with the knight candidates, asked the Pope's prelate?
Arma showed the papers that made Mark an official dragon slayer and he personally killed 6 dragons. He is a human child in a dragon's body...
And the cry of the cuddly toy? What is it, a curse?.
Yes, auditory: he asks for his doll or someone to sleep with him. He's afraid of the dark and asks to be told a story before sleeping. He is 6 years old in his head, and asks for his mommy all the time.
He is marc, the knight candidate. He doesn't use his dragon powers, he doesn't even know them! He uses a spear and a sword and he refuses to be naked. Just like humans. He is also the one who raised Hagen Abbey.
Oh yes, the divine drink.
Okay, His Holiness the Pope will proceed with the ceremony of the knighthood tomorrow.
We were freed and I was unleashed. I was finally able to sleep with my friends...
The groom washed me with straw and it tickled.
I let myself go like a kid and I was more or less presentable.
Then came the long awaited moment.
All the candidates had the sword at their throats and submitted to Christ and papal authority. Then came my turn:
Dragon, you're the first to want to become a knight. Instead of taking the sword, the pontiff-king took a small silver lunar hammer and used the true papal powers.
TOC on my head made the small hammer (size of hammer to plant a thumbtack for a frame).
Everything revolved around me and I was in the clouds. There was only one staircase going up, clouds above and below and in all directions.
On the stairs, at my level, was a man dressed in white.
Mark the dragon, have nothing to fear, here no one will harm you. Neither man nor dragon.
Tell me the truth, you can speak.
You have unique powers, you can live forever and you can have all the gold in the world.
Look, all this gold is yours, and at the foot of the stairs, hills of precious stones and gold coins.
Then next door, full of meat, children tied up like sausages and humans on a dish, naked and tied up on a plate, an apple in their mouths to garnish.
They are being punished and have been bad and you have the right to eat them. They are condemned to death, so if you don't eat them, I will kill them too.
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Go have fun! and you are a knight now and you have the right to have your kingdom.
Now that all this is yours, go and help yourself:
DOUDOUUUUUUUU! I want Mommyyyyyyyy!
CRIES.
Pope: But the treasures, the food?
Me: I don't care! I want my mommy! And let go of the children or I will punish the executioner!
I jump on the children, set them free and say DOUDOUUUUU! to take a nap with them and join the litany of tears.
Everything disappeared and then I found myself in a dark room with the Pope as the only light. He looked furious!
DEMON OF DARKNESS! SHOW ME YOUR TRUE FACE!
I ran towards the pope who thought I was going to attack him but I lay trembling behind him: Sir, I am afraid of the dark, stay close to me!!!! And I surround the pope without hurting him with my neck and my tail. putting my head behind him, trembling.
Pope: AH!
Then I found myself chained in a dungeon and the pope was standing next to an executioner with an axe and the executioner's face, when the pope took his head bag off, it was Grunt, the leader of the dragon slayers.
The pope was surprised.
Then he turned around and said to me: DRAGON, you are lying to me and you are lying to everyone!
What are you hiding from me? Who are the other two "neutral" dragons, because there is no such thing as a "neutral" dragon! and where are you from? You're not from HAGEN, are you?
He took his hammer, when he was very small, then he grew, grew, grew until he went up to heaven and if it falls on me, it's like a mountain on an ant.....
FEAR
TERROR
TRUTH :
The golden dragon will be my future father-in-law and the red dragon my future mother-in-law! She is furious because I almost killed her dragon daughter but I spared her because she was nice. It was war and my mission but as she was secretly protecting humans from the snake she was good. So I have to marry her when I grow up or I will be beaten or killed.
They are going to help me fulfill my mission to kill all the dragons and when it is our turn to disappear, we will have to sleep 1300 years so that I can see my human mom again. I'm also looking for my dragon mom to free her from the evil dragons.
Then I found myself in the Great Hall of the Holy Peter and the Pope stood up: Dragon Mark, I see that you still have a pure heart and that you have not lost yourself in the face of temptations.
Here I have the joy and happiness to announce that you will be the first Dragon Knight!
He put a shiny medal around my head and the design became embedded in one of my scales.
Here you are blessed and may you remain the same. Here is also a lead case that you will have to keep with you on your last trip. You will give it to the pope of your time. This way you will have asylum and protection whatever your age. These are lead sheets, without treasure, without value but that only a pope can recognize the value. Important messages for your time and the names of those who must not be forgotten are in it.
Also, why do you call me Saint Nicholas, I am not Pope Nicholas and I am not dead.
Explain to me!
Me: There is a pope, Francis and his predecessor Benedict XVI, who is still alive! And Saint Nicholas comes from now and lives in Turkey, he is a bishop and he resurrected 5 children cut in pieces by the butcher of the Carpathians! Since then he appears to the children every 6 December to bring them toys and sweets and the bad guys are beaten by Father Hanscrouf with a hazelnut stalk soaked in vinegar. And don't forget the Péket, a delicious alcoholic drink and a carrot for his donkey.
HAHAHAHAHA, I will have to canonize him as a saint to have crossed the centuries!
But, haha, you'll have to wait 100 years for him to be born, this bugger! You forget that we are in 700 and your saint was born in 793...
HAHAHA, what reassures me is that in your time we are still here and that pilgrims can go to Jerusalem.
Go, knight, go make your quest and be kind to Arma! Don't forget, I know everything.
And God is represented by a triangle with an eye in it: The eye that sees everything!
GO IN PEACE, MY VALIANT KNIGHTS!
HOURRAAAH shouted we all and we had a hell of a party to celebrate all this!
I now had a title of nobility, permits to have my own land and a coat of arms.
Later, instead of calling me the dragon knight, I was called the dragon knight, then the cuddly toy....
Later, instead of calling me the dragon knight, I was called the dragon knight, then the cuddly toy [https://img.wattpad.com/bfc05d93ee06430b132407af86b8f93f6547ecdb/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f66505449795347446b48427535673d3d2d3936323931313938312e313633623331333236396431396539363738333731313131313338352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
I am celebrated every year in Mons the Doudou festival and I even have my own museum, and Doudou remained [https://img.wattpad.com/42f0cbc5fab5e22aa955d003cc15044ea7e7e14a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f516f375430304d723737584e79413d3d2d3936323931313938312e313633623331333337656431643963333331323730323133343031352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
I am celebrated every year in Mons the Doudou festival and I even have my own museum, and Doudou remained... But they made a mistake... The monks copied the story badly... I was taller and St Georges, I never met him... He defeated brigands who were called the dragon gang I think...a place where I rested from time to time before my great hibernation.
And then the knight who beat me, it's not true!
It is me the knight, finally the Dragon-chevalier, my blazon being a dragon with a child inside. but they are stupid, they believed that I ate the kid and that a knight Marc of which they were mistaken by copying georges instead...
And that's the disaster! I'd have to go back to Mons for real to explain them! we'll have a good laugh! ah yes I don't have six limbs like ants but 4. Have you ever seen a reptile with 6 legs?
Well, they should also do my portrait again. Here it looks like a winged salamander with 2 deer horns. With a little imagination, it looks like a chicken or a plucked blue turkey.
Stop the massacre at last!