It was then that winter hardened and game became rarer but also it was dangerous for small predators and mediums like me. Crock would only make four to five bites, although I make a third of Mom in size.

Then I heard the wolves and recognized the young grey wolf I spared.

I have always loved wolves because they were creatures that cherished their families.

There was frost and I had put pieces of fur on my legs and back to keep me warm. The wyverns froze cold in the air and no longer flew, taking shelter in their cave to semi-winter.

The wolves seemed terrified to see me and I went around the pack, which took shelter at the edge of the forest. I landed on a stone overlooking the clearing and shouted: Grey wolf that I spared... I want to talk to you... Don't be afraid."

An older wolf came forward, followed by the young wolf.

"What do you want, young dragon...? Aren't you with yours? And how come you speak our language?"

I started crying and almost jumped on the wolf of joy.... Someone who talks!

"I... I. I am not your enemy, chief wolf!"

The wolves were surprised and sat in a circle.

"I'm all alone and I'm happy to be able to talk to intelligent people..... The wyverns are all stupid. There's nothing to be gained from it..."

The wolf leader then said:" I see... you're all alone... But aren't you afraid of being attacked and eaten? You're not the first wyvern we've eaten."

I: "Yes, but I spared one of yours and you are an honourable people whom I admire. I would love to hunt with you so much. I envy your families and mutual respect. Even the alpha in your home respects the lives of other members of your clan."

White Wolf (chief): "We don't know you and we can't trust you. You also frighten us because if the wyverns become intelligent like you, our existence would be threatened, I hope you understand. So respect our hunt and we'll review our position with you next year."

So as not to tempt the wolves, I fly away and shout my name "Sarge!!!"

The wolves were looking at me and they were going a little bit because the game had escaped.

Fair play, I turned their deer down towards them.

With the driving rain, I ventured towards the module and picked up some useless sheets for future restoration.

Mother looked sternly through the cave, ready to leap up and beat me up. I really wanted to see the little ones... but I also said that they would be stupid too.

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I passed in front, holding sheets. I had not taken his game and the growling stopped.

I was letting go of a lament of sadness that made her head turn strangely, would she have understood the message?... I doubt it.

I spent my winter evenings exploring the cave and luckily I cleared a scree that gave me access to a much larger area.

An underground lake and a hot spring.

Great. Great.

My days consisted in raising my traps, collecting dead wood and making fire in the evening I could do some quiet tinkering.

I built myself a halberd that I reinforced for a fight against Crock and a stone weighted net to entangle the wings.

I would need bronze or metal but I had too little equipment available.

I was condemned to live in the Stone Age. To evolve, you need people... You can't build a civilization on your own. I then made a shield to go with my halberd.

The goal is to tear the wings at a distance or to hold a jaw at a distance while giving serious injuries.

In my previous life, I worked on my Ki and trained in a fight against imaginary enemies. I had to readjust all my figures with my new appearance.

As I visualized my Ki to spray an enemy, suddenly a wind surge came out of my front legs and destroyed my training trunk.

I had discovered magic. The Ki or lecmana were thousands of times more important in a dragon than in a human being.

Yahhhh

Rahhhh

Slash...

My Kiai figures ended with a sharp projectile.

Then I applied the technique by visualizing a cannon ammunition and the magic missile was born.

It was like a concave diamond star that went out like a red flash, spraying everything in its path.

The massacre could begin...

I was going to snipe at anything that got in my way. No, I was kidding, but I saw an opportunity to get out of that hole and really start my life of exploration and harvesting ingredients.

The last two spells I imagined were lightning as a mega taser and a magic shield.

With my 15 meters long, I was a very young dragon and no longer a dragon but my inner self wanted friends, to play....

So, my first visit was that of my mother who had her 2 dragons which were also about to be ejected but not yet of fire. If they ever would... It was not guaranteed.

Having almost forgotten me, she came at me to defend her territory and her 2 young people.

"Mommynn" I shouted... "It's me Flam!"

She grunted again to chase me away and then gave me a tail kick from her 25 meters to send me away. If it was a fatal blow, it would have been the teeth, the flames and the greenhouses.

"Baaam" made my shield and with the impact, I was thrown to the ground. The trees torn off, and the ground scraped. The shield held up well.

I had nothing.

Then she landed, threatening....

Then I fired magic missiles at the stones and trees around her and they were pulverized and the shrapnel bounced almost painfully off her. The wood caught fire

I then cast a spell of strength on myself and slammed my tail like a whip, showing an ability to master that only dracosires master.

She then shouted a cry of submission, as if she accepted defeat and of course the rape that followed.

But unlike him, I stroked his face and gave him a lick of affection.

She cried and moaned because she knew that I had the right to kill my little brothers and mate with my sister... Such was the law of nature...

I approached my little blue brother and he moaned and cried and put himself in a mating position...for fear of his life. They were trapped in their cave, a real trap with no escape route.

I stroked Blue and her screams diminished a little.

I took a fish out of my bag and offered it to him but he didn't dare eat it. Then I approached my little sister who raised in a last protest but remained silent and closed her eyes in submission of what was waiting for her. She received the same treatment as my little brother.

Mom also received her fish and I swallowed mine and turned my head and 3 gloups were heard.

Then I waved to follow me and we went hunting in a group.

I wanted to kill the saber-toothed mammoths but these were 10 meters long... well 20 meters high and a very dense coat.

Mother was terrified at the thought.

The hunt for the meat mountain was about to begin.