After having toasted, we took back our 2 prisoners who could fly or be dragged and they obeyed.

When they arrived in the cave, they were attached to a block of stone.

They cried and groaned.

"So women... we're not so smart now."

Lala, she was crying like a dog.

Recognizing the cries by which they were called, I deduce Lala and Kala.

The rocky canyon was high enough to observe the beach where I was trading.

It bothered me to train wyverns again and make them understand what I wanted.

I needed necklaces and game to pay the blacksmith...

I then ordered the wyrmes to keep Lala and Kala.

I approach the edge, spread my wings and jump towards the beach.

Small stones are dropped on the roof of the forge and the dwarf understood that it was me.

I was waiting for him by the altar. We greeted each other and he brought mead, to seal our friendship.

"Necklaces? For Wyvernes?? chains???? Yes, I have this... But it's the dragon knights who use this... "And it's very expensive... would need gold."

You won't have the meat all of a sudden because it will rot before we sell it. But you'll have to be patient to get gold or you can find it without attacking a village."

I was disappointed but not the dwarf who comforted me with another tour.

The Wyverns would eventually be killed because of their lack of intelligence. The same fate would await my family when I was away. Apart from eggs, and a nest, it's the only way to keep them there.

So few Wyvernes and already too many to manage..... Cohabitation with humans... impossible... or captured and trained as mounts... yes... a solution but I don't want to be captured... or ridden....

I started crying in front of the dwarf. And I explained the situation to him. Pirnouille was kind but grumpy on the front.

And when I came back, there was no one left.

My family had disappeared... No traces.

No blood but footprints, human and magic remains.

She made me numb, but I felt like I wasn't alone.

So I erected my magic barrier and closed my eyes, using my martial arts skills.

I then took my halberd and felt the cave with it and saw the illusion disappear.

A team of magicians, adventurers and priests and a dragon hunter.

I shouted, "Where's MOTHER?????"

The men were distraught and attacked.

The magician cast a sleep spell but his cone was deflected by an invisible shield.

GRRRRRRRRR...................

"Last warning! "Where's Mommy?"

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The priest tried to immobilize me in roots but they stopped at my paws.

"He's smart, he's a super monster! We have to run!"

The magician was casting a teleportation spell but I then threw my halberd at the group and the tip ripped off the dress and took it with his grimoire to the other side of the lair as they disappeared into a spray of light and ashen glitter.

I saw a light going east, crossing the sky. It must have been their disappearance.

The next moment, it was the emptiness that welcomed me. The silence and the breath of the wind. An empty and sinister breath.

They were not intelligent but they were my family, animals certainly but I had only them in the world and I fell on my knees.

I picked up the grimoire: "Ashram the magician, Academy of Magic"....

I had no one left. Where had they gone? Did they happen?

I went back to the village to see Pirnouille who brought the wise man and his friend who ran the inn, his sister-in-law...

They saw a wreck full of sadness.

They comforted me and the wise man explained to me that if the dragons had been captured without bloodshed, it is because the magician I fought was an Ashram apprentice... or one of his students. Asharm is very powerful and they must have used scrolls made by this archimage.

The dragons must already be transported to the capital to be sold or used as horses by the knights. They had to submit and as they were trained, chances are they joined the royal stables. And going to save them is suicide and at best I would end up as an intelligent royal mount.

I then showed the grimoire and the wise man explained to me the basics to know to understand this magic. But it was lived and knowledge was essential to access the required knowledge and experience.

I then headed east, saying goodbye to my friends.

Travelling alone was more dangerous but being a dragon... I didn't have much to fear.

I decided to go to the headquarters of the dragon hunters but first, some spells to study:

Dimensional storage: in case I am captured and deprived of my possessions.

Relatively easy, I mastered this really useful spell in one evening.

I then managed to put all my stuff in it.

I also had to learn the opening and closing spell, but my knowledge of picketing... Forget about my big claws....

There were lots of other things like invisibility, sea of force, entanglement and other offensive spells.

After swallowing one or two rabbits unjustly killed... I resumed my journey to the Fort du Sanglier, the seat of the dragon hunters.

It was a beautiful day and I flew over the valleys and villages.

We heard the warning bells and I followed the road.

On the way I saw Baltin, the dragon hunter, and landed near him. His companions having fled.

"Hi, Baltin... are you going home to report back?"

His horse was out in the cold, scared to death.

"They took Mommy... "

To reassure me, he tells me that they are well treated in the stables...

That makes me feel a little better.

"Come with us... you'll be happier..."

"Are you riding on my back?"

He set up his saddle and we took off.

Then after a long hour of flight, I arrived at the foot of the fortress which also protected a city.

The alert was issued and balistes rolled over the defensive towers and the hunter waved to avoid being shot but too late.

I dodged the arrows and arrow bolts and went around the ballista and landed just behind the terrorized archers. And I turned the ballista upside down. This makes it unusable.

The second one suffered the same fate and finally I landed in the courtyard of the castle, letting my temporary rider down.

The warlord Niels, running sword in hand, me, equipped with my halberd, holding him in respect.

"A wyvern who knows how to handle a weapon. I thought I had seen everything, but..."

"Lord Niels, this dragon is my friend and wants to become a hunter..."

Before we were allowed to say anything, I was thrown nets by the dozen and had no choice but to surrender.

Niels: "He is obedient... Someone else would have attacked already."

Baltin: "He captured the 2 wyverns and treated 3 soldiers in critical condition. He can read and write."

Niels: "You have a well-trained Royal Knight wyvern and you had to force the mead" will sleep it off and report to me tomorrow.

And you... Take her to the stables, we'll see what we can do with her.

I was then given an iron necklace and chains on my legs.

"Lord Niels... She has suede slippers and a loincloth... and a tail axe..."

"Take her like this..."

I was taken to a kind of dungeon with arched vaults and solid bars.

Other wyverns were in two other dungeons and they were enraged, hitting and biting the bars and trying to bite the healers.

My cell was clean and there was straw.

A mini window, just large enough to pass the snout, looked out onto the outside from where you could see the mountain.

I had a muzzle, preventing me from spitting fire but just enough to drink and swallow pasty food.

I heard noises of armor and boots coming down the stairs

"She's beautiful and looks docile..."

"They are vicious creatures and never trust them."

Niels and a mahout armed with a 2-metre pole arrived in front of my gate.

"What's your name?... We'll probably never know... If they could talk..."

"Hello, me Flame Sarge" with a horrible voice.

"Huh?" (Niels)

"I Flame Sarge Sarge Dragon..."

"Are you talking?"

"Yes..."

I had cast myself the spell of languages and I was beginning to understand the common language....