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Today, I felt fit, free and full of energy.

The weather was fine, the mist chased away by the summer sun.

I looked at my little valley with its vegetable garden, pumpkins, zucchini, beans and a small cornfield.

I was proud of myself.

I made my first soup, or rather a minestrone, but it lacked pepper and salt.

A little broth accompanied my first soup. This incomparable taste meant a lot to me. All my world I left behind. My friends, my family, unfortunately, my wife who died too young, could not give me any descendants and given my situation today, I have fewer regrets.

I looked at the majestic mountains, covered with greenery and small springs, small waterfalls.

It reminded me of the rocks, Montana, Alaska, but the spectacle of unspoilt nature, without civilization, was like a Neolithic, even Jurassic paradise.

We were the dinosaurs of this land, this enigma, this vanished world that was reborn

I turned around and saw my fellow scales. So strong, so feared and yet so innocent.

Killing only to survive, knowing neither good nor evil, simply trying to survive the harshness of this world, so generous but so dangerous.

The sunrise gave me a new energy. I never stopped watching the sunrise, and one day I found myself whistling, and singing innocently like a bird.

I was now at home. It was like after a terrible adventure, a mystical epic over or the heroes were coming home. But often no one was waiting for them anymore and they ended up in grief or nostalgia, waiting to fade or to be able to tell their adventures.

But I, A Dragon, had noticed that if I grew up, time didn't affect me. Probably sentenced to a violent death or an accident. I myself, having experienced the beginning of the horrors of old age, have in a sense rediscovered the joy and innocence of youth, letting my instincts as a young wyvern sweep away the memories and pains of age and radiation.

Then I turned again to the sun and took a deep breath and started singing about my new life, my new luck, my new world and my new adventures.

They all saw the 4 of them joining me and also began to whistle and in the valley, for the first time in millions of years, the earth heard the songs of the saurians, the rebirth of a world.

Then we spread our wings to receive the solar blessing and the morning heat that warmed our hearts.

And, the next minute we were flying to the sea, we were leaving our haven, exploring the world in search of resources, spices and happiness.

But they followed me out of security, and out of loyalty.

I made one last flight around the wolf rock and greeted my friends. Goodbye!

We went south-east, and flew over lakes and forests to infinity.

May the air changed suddenly. as heavy in the north and lighter in the south.

Smoke??? Thatched cottages? The air in the sky was full of smoke.

Rocks and small mountains full of caves and hiding places were spotted and settled there. We could see the sea now.

Crock, Mom, Blue and Ruby settled in and went to hunt prey around and I went to the smell of smoke, and I saw burning shrubs being cleared by people [https://img.wattpad.com/c8741b3925d3bdf91aa5b0e87a2f862333cc60e3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f707847304d463676776752794d513d3d2d3830363635383632342e313564383431643336303331323734313431353034323437393230372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Crock, Mom, Blue and Ruby settled in and went to hunt prey around and I went to the smell of smoke, and I saw burning shrubs being cleared by people.

OF THE PEOPLE!

I swirled in the sky without putting my back to the sun so as not to warn them immediately and I went up the paths that led to a village.

Neither too small nor too large, it had wooden ramparts and 2-3 guards and the medieval construction...

Ah... Yes... No more cars.

A paddle wheel, a bridge and an inn and a business in a barn.

I went around and children were playing in the street and one of them asked the other. "do you think it's such a big bird?"

I walked away, obviously seen but not alerted.

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So I went to land near the ruins on the other side of the river. To the beaches.

The children ran, defying the danger and went to the beach.

I had set a trap for them.

A wild boar carcass lay on the beach and since meat was a rare food for humans, they both rushed.

David, look... Wild boar. We're going to enjoy it tomorrow! Sacha is delighted.

Manuel shouted: flee.... A dragon! We're lost! We're lost!

But I fell heavily on the sand, spreading the wings and depriving the children of any exit.

Behind them, the beach with a steep cliff, in front, a sea infested with sharks and I kept the only access.

They were crying, imminent death...

But she didn't come and I started singing, which calmed them down a little.

I took out the honey cakes and fruits from my game chest and put them on a skin and backed away.

With my halberd, I drew a drawing of a dragon and a child.

But impossible to communicate... my words were growls and it was threatening.

I drew a drawing of a dragon, a boar to human with an arrow and the human gives dragon parts.

Then I flew to a rocky spot to spy on the village.

No alert.

The next day, the children built an altar with all kinds of things

Bottles, salt, butter, milk and spicy herbs, tea and cocoa beans.

They hid and looked from afar.

I had a suede and left the suede and collected salt and tea, butter and milk.

Finally, I flew away and urged myself to draw on a skin what I wanted.

A kettle, saucepan, jug and tools

The children's merry-go-round bringing back meat several times in a row caught the blacksmith's attention.

He brought a teapot and a jug of milk and butter in a cloth. And he put the goods on the altar to laugh.

"So, kids, what's this joke?

The meat is not going to fall from the sky..."

He then traced 2 boars for a kettle and 2 rabbits for a jug, a boar for the deposit. a rabbit for butter, 2 rabbits for a bag of salt.

They played with the dwarf blacksmith and he had taken his axe and shield in case it was bandits harassing the county.

Pirnai was his nickname because he had a bad temper, but with the children, he was a good friend who called him Pirnouille.

He lived with his sister and son who helped him in the forge and an apprentice. His wife having been "confiscated" by the local lord, Baron d'Awaille, nicknamed the cobra. A couple breaker, a wedding destroyer and the flower of small farmers. He imposed the right to must, the right to grind the grain into flour by means of a tax that made the farmers in the county more miserable and hungry. He lived in luxury and opulence while the little people were starving. Only the adventurers and mercenaries got away with it or the soldier, corrupt to the last and faithful to the baron.

"Come on, kids, it's time to go home, the joke's over."

The man finished his sentence that everything he had asked for fell from the sky in front of him.

And he turned around to see, about fifty metres from him, a huge red dragon that took the barter in a huge leather bag.

"Damn it! LEAVE! I'm delaying it. Goodbye, children, I have always loved you. "

The dwarf grabbed his axe and shield and came at me.

I pointed my halberd at him and he didn't understand that I had a gun. And I threw my halberd at his feet, as a sign of peace.

And I lowered my head, without moving.

He picked up my weapon and growled something while admiring the quality of the work done. but especially the purity of the alloy. the size was coarse but well fused.

And he looked up. I hadn't moved... I wasn't a wild beast.

I write my name on the sand

Flam Sarge

Hello!

English had mysteriously survived but had undergone profound changes. The language was a mixture of all known languages but Hello was still a known word for greeting each other.

With his shield and axe, the dwarf approached step by step but my monstrous size inspired her to do it.

Gathering his courage, his hand finally touched the base of my neck and then he backed away, convinced that I was alive.

He tried some words but I didn't understand anything and I moved my head from left to right to signal that I didn't understand.

Then he felt something wet on his head.

Tears.

I was crying and one of my tears came down on his helmet.

"Goodness! Goodness! What a magnificent creature! I thought they were all extinct and they were monstrous creatures."

He left with the children for the village, dragging the loot of meat exchanged.

It was a celebration in the village. So much meat and so many hungry people.

A hope, a light gushes into the dwarf's eyes. His revenge and plans were turned upside down. He had found the hero, the avenging soldier who could do justice to the population dried up by the taxes.

He went straight to the tavern and met Maria, the manager and asked her: Your Special Special, the real one! Fill my helmet!

And he pulled 2 horn mugs attached to his helmet. The inverted horns were used as a mug.

Maria gave him her best Mead.

"Your room is ready" was his signal.

He followed Maria into one of the rooms at the back and she opened an old cupboard and opened the bottom leading to a trap door, she disarmed the trap and they went down to the basement where there was another bar, secret.

What is it now, Pirnouille? You know that the shade revolt was ended with a massacre of the empire. The adventurers and mercenaries rallied to the one who paid the best.

He took a sip of mead and said: Maria, everything will change!

The meat and the celebration in the village, it is not the children or the law who come from an exceptional hunt.

Maria:" Then who? You know well that the hunt is kept and reserved for the nobility and the superior soldier. If the soldiers don't know, they will know tonight with the feast.

We're going to be interrogated by city officers. Find the hunter and explain that it is up to him to denounce himself or else the village will be ransacked. It's like stealing food from the baron's mouth... His anger will be terrible."

Pirnouille: "HAHAHAHAHA, I would like the baron to be in front of our "hunter" with his whole army. Then we'd be rid of that kind of genius. HAHAHAHA."

Maria, upset... You've had too much to drink or you've had another nightmare.

Then the dwarf took out of his bag a cast of a claw the size of a sword, made of plaster.

It's one of his claws, from your "hunter". It's a dragon!

Maria turned pale and looked at the cast:

"If you had brought this alone but the meat and your moulding..."

You're crazy! You're crazy! We're lost! We're lost! You stole the meat and prey from the dragon..."

"No, Maria, we bartered with him. He took some basic necessities, such as those that are being set up.... The saucepan, the teapot, the salt and butter. He knows how to write his name. Sarge Flamm and he wrote the old term of greetings in the old language English... the lost and magical language of the elders. It would take a wise man who knows the language..."

"I also have a weapon he made but not with the right tools... I'll make it clean again.

Tomorrow, you'll come with me in secret. The children promised to be quiet." grunted the dwarf.

Maria looked at the dwarf's lively and hopeful eyes.

"I believe you, your eyes are sparkling with life again as they were before Freja disappeared."

When his name was pronounced, the dwarf shed a tear and held out his fist towards Awaille.

"This year, I swear to you, we'll grind our own wheat!"

Maria, leaning against the counter, smiled and poured a full cup to the dwarf and took one too.

"For the house, brother-in-law, for Freja!" She also clenched her fist like the dwarf.