I was looking at the bright and warm landscape, but also temperate near the ocean.

I wanted to go around the market, especially the fish market. Ankur and Choudari had accompanied us. All the excuses were good to have chews and look at the game console stores.

I liked it, but it made me happy. I liked the outdoors, trekking and adventure.

Rosette would talk with Shaikh and I would play in the car with my cousins at Mille bornes, a colorful card game.

Then we arrived at the parking lot. We separated into two groups and we would meet again at the terrace of the restaurant Steak house.

Mom and me, we had left on the market to see the new fashionable novelties, for the re-entry, long shirts and skirts enough to respect the dress code. Brooches and headbands to take care of my long hair and not to be too "showy".

Also we looked at the binders and notepads and especially a tablet / computer to download my courses, because some were not mandatory presence but presence was mandatory in front of his screen to study.

All technology had stagnated these last ten years and computer science was no exception. But slowly, it was coming back as before.

I was good, but deep down inside something was bothering me. It was haunting me. It was urgent... but I didn't know.

I could hear whispers whenever I had a moment alone. I was scared and I was gluing mom.

We were at the port and I was looking at the names of the boats and some were motorized reproductions of the old privateer ships.

Then I got a terrible shiver when I saw one of them. It was named Victoria...

It was like a spear that went through my heart and an immense sadness.

"Are you all right, dear? "Mommy asked me.

Mommy...mommy?.... And if I were mommy????

I was dizzy and images appeared and disappeared. I felt that there was a secret. A terrible secret...but I was confused.

"I'm tired! "

Rosette: "So we're going to go and sit on the terrace of the restaurant while waiting for the men...".

Then I thought, men... males.... names were jumping out at me... Marc? Marcus???? Gold... Dracula??

Rosette: "Here, have a coke... it will refresh you!"

I drank the coke and it got better, I was smiling again...

But I had questions, and everything was confused in my head. I couldn't put things in order. But a name kept coming up all the time. OTh. UTh... Motar...Tartarus...but he wasn't a human...he was a monster.

Shaik and my cousins pulled me out of my torpor while mom looked at the map.

"Look what we bought. It's beautiful, isn't it, my remote-controlled dragon! It flies too!"

I put my hand in front of my mouth, surprised... "Oh, how beautiful they are"

Images of memories struck me but I didn't realize. I was getting hammered. I was sure of it. I saw fantastic creatures in my head and everywhere. But I was afraid that I would be taken for a crazy person and locked up.

Mom had chosen for me a mega T-bone steak with blue cheese and French fries.

The smell attracted me instantly and I devoured my plate.

Shaikh was scared to see how such a skinny body could swallow a piece of meat this size.

I started gnawing on the bone as soon as the meat was gone in my stomach.

Ankur: "But you'll hurt yourself and break your teeth!"

"GRRR! That's the best part: the marrow!"

If my eyes had been guns, I think everyone would be dead.

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Rosette: "SYLVIA! Get a grip! We're in a restaurant!"

"But, m'maan! It's full of juice! It's delicious, you should taste it!"

She put her face in the palm of her hand "I'm sorry Shaikh, but with her dad it was like this all the time... You can't imagine... then she laughed...

Sylvia is Sylvia and we're not going to change her!"

Everyone was smiling again, but I was sorry I grunted like a dog gnawing on his bone. For a moment I felt ridiculous.

After I wiped myself off in the bathroom, we went for a walk to the windows. As Easter was approaching, there were lots of chocolates and hearts and rabbits.

But I got a shiver when I saw a very big egg. I said to myself against all odds: "Mommy, look, it's my egg!"

I-I... I... it just came out to me.

They looked at each other

"Do you want the chocolate egg?"

Not answering, still in a vacuum, they had returned and the next moment, going into the store, the salesman gave me the egg.

It was beautiful and I thanked Mom and Shaikh.

Inside, it was full of pralines. It was delicious!

Even though we were in India, it was nice to have a small town a bit like Lyon. I was not too disorientated like that.

I held the egg preciously, as if it were alive.

We went back home and after a good shower I prepared my list for the return in 3 days. It was the last weekend before the big day.

Once my briefcase was ready, my laptop in it, a USB key in case and a power pack, a pencil case and a notepad with some recoverable paper.

It was great, the written paper transmitted everything on the tablet and even crumpled, just put it in the microwave and it was back in shape and it was white again, ready to be reused. A great thing, the Everlast Rocketbook, and super eco-friendly.

Then I started surfing on the internet and I was looking for pictures of castles.

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It was a shock.

I knew this castle.

It had disappeared with the cataclysm!

Then one search led to another,

I finally found the name of Othar, the ancestor of Dracula. It was this name that hit me in the head.

Then memories, the cataclysm ... amber ... Bishop!

I came across the photo and suddenly, like a film was being put in my head...

I saw a lot of people, traces, it wasn't normal. It wasn't cinema, it wasn't messages. It wasn't cinema, it wasn't messages, it wasn't dreams... Memories!

Who was I, finally, then, turning my head, I saw the egg on my desk...

Victoria! Victoria is the egg...! Victoria!!!! victoria???, my egg????

But that's impossible!

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror... And I saw a dragon instead of my face.

Poisse??? Poisse? Who are you?

Then I saw myself, with my body, a deadly wound and pressing on a control panel and a dirty blue dragon laughing.

"I am Poisse! "...

My God!... Victoria... my little one?

But what am I going to do?? I'm Sylvia, another child! It's not possible.

I have to call Bishop! He must still be alive...

Suddenly, a phone number flashed in my head. I don't know how, but my memories of a previous life came back to me and my new life began where the other one had ended.

The dragons didn't exist or no longer existed, and it was just a fairy tale but for me it was too much.

I couldn't do that to Rosette. I was Sylvia, but no longer Poisse. But the egg was tearing me apart. I had to find it again. I had to go back to Europe at any cost!

Human now, I had mellowed and now I understood my need for meat and blood. My soul was soaked with it and needed it.

My body began to tickle everywhere and I started to have like patches of dried skin.

The Sylvia self was terrified and the Poisse self knew that my dragon body was already inside me and that one day or another I would "explode" and become myself again. But I was clinging to my life, but sucked by the other knowing that there was my egg. the father being GOLD...Ori...Ori...Oriharukon!

I began to cry with deep sorrow. I was destroyed many times.

An atrocious death, but was I dead???? a failed reincarnation... My ego Sylvia crushed by my ego Poisse with an immense and millenary past.

"I am Sylvia, I am Sylvia" I repeated over and over in my head while crying and knowing, in the end, that I really was Poisse...

I squeezed my chocolate egg and started crying, crying, and crying again.

This eventually drew my mother into the bathroom, seeing me on the floor, sitting the egg against my stomach, my back leaning against the sink column.

When I saw her I threw myself in her arms " Ouaaah... Mommy!"

Rosette didn't know what was happening to me.

"Are you unhappy here in India?? Do you want to go back to France???"

"Ouaaaaah, whaaaah, mamaaaaaannnn!!! They're nice here, but I have to go back, I have to get my egg!!!! my little Victoriaaaaaa!!!! Victoriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Then I collapsed with grief, my body bruised by the amount of information and simply unable to support a dragon soul, too strong, too powerful and above all much bigger.

What was worse was the teleportation, the magical transfer.

My dragon body, still alive, had priority over my human body and, I didn't know it, but a biological catastrophe was taking place right now within me.

I slept all day and mother wanted to consult a psychologist and Shaikh suggested a Brahmin ascetic.

We then left the day before the return to see after one of these wise men.

The place was poor and remote and Shaikh, my future father-in-law, greeted the village chief who told him where to find the ascetic.

A few minutes walk later, we arrived near a stream and a man with his shirt off but painted from head to toe was in the lotus position meditating.

Without turning around, he said: "I was waiting for you!"

Shaikh gave the wise old man a barola to eat and his eyes turned away from me.

He looked worried but motioned to me to come closer.

He put red paint on my forehead and recited mantras.

Then the birds suddenly fell silent, the air pressure rose and he took his hand from my forehead, terrified.

He began to cry, and prayed in ancient Sanskrit.

He moved back, pushing the earth away from his heels, lying on his back, terrified!

I too was afraid and jumped against Shaikh who did not understand the old man's attitude. Then I saw in my back a trained royal cobra waiting.

I knew he was dying of thirst. I didn't know how, but I understood the animal.

It must have frightened the man, or it was me????

I'll never know, but I opened my gourd as a reflex and poured water into the mouth of the snake, which was thirsty and drinking.

Shaik was terrified. One false step and it was the attack and death almost assured with the amount of venom this snake could inject.

I caressed the animal which let itself do so while drinking and then it went back into the bush as it had come.

Finally, I went home and mom opted for a good night's sleep before school started. Shaikh never mentioned the incident. He said the man ran away like a fool in front of a snake. He did not dare to say that he was tetanized, let alone that I had petted a poisonous snake, the main cause of death in India.