I fell into the dark and it was like grains of pollen under a microscope falling with me.

They were realities, other realities, other worlds and I slipped out of my reality. Then my instincts began to guide me. I recognised fear and my mind fixed on fear.

My instincts were screaming at me "This is your world. You have little ones! You have a family! You have females! You have a domain! You have gold! You're a dragon."

I was a dragon! Yes... a dragon... I was a dragon and I stretched out my paw to cling to the spikes of the purple grain, the pollen grain...

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Except that the background was black, abysmal, endless.

Nothingness.

So I slipped into the flower and my consciousness returned to fragments.

Mum's delicious force-feeding, being nurtured.

Blanche's rescue, the jokes played on the maids. It was like a jigsaw puzzle of events that had no head or tail.

But I opened my wings and began to flap them, flying over an ocean of photos and flashes of my life as a wyvern.

My instinct didn't understand, but Mum and Dad were there to protect me.

That was the foundation. The beginning. The beginning again.

Then 3 wyverns hatched from an egg and shared the beakful and soon we were holding each other close and spending our days in the nest licking and kissing each other, as if we were one body.

We touched, rubbed and grunted together and, like birds, we opened our mouths to receive our blood and flesh torn by Mum.

Then the endless cuddles...

And... I lost consciousness, as if asleep in the family nest.

Meanwhile, the wyverns howled and Blanche stuck her head in the hole, screaming at me.

Then Kraa did the same and my name was replaced by grief, crying, squeaking and finally a litany of wailing.

They were inconsolable but also terrified that a huge claw or a giant spider would grab them by the throat and they would suffer the same fate as me.

The military arrived to see the commotion, the wyverns awake and all out flying like hornets around our termite mound/palace.

Neuville arrived near the hole and ... it was a bottomless hole, black and black and black.

We dug underneath and there was nothing. It was like a shadowy hole, a chasm several metres in diameter.

We ran a cable 30 metres, then 100 metres and there was nothing. Nothing but emptiness!

Then we sent up a drone, but the lack of air caused it to drift on itself. We pulled it back up, roped it up and there was nothing there...

We shouted

We lit up and Mum threw herself into the hole, desperate and unable to accept my death, even if it meant losing her eggs.

Dad also followed her but Etincelle stopped Chloro from following them and she had to bite Krii who was stubborn but the latter took advantage of Kraa who was struggling with Etincelle to jump to join our parents.

It was a tragedy, a catastrophe and the dragons were crying.

Kroa exclaimed: "It's the Destroyer's fault... It was Enka who took it! The goddess demolished Mir! Down with the goddess!

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All the dragons: "Down with the goddess! DOWN WITH ENKA!!! DEATH TO ENKA!!!"

And they all took stones and pelted the hole, hoping that this would make the goddess react.

Mum, Dad, Krii Ansi and Snow were holding on to each other's paws, tails and anything else that would hold them together and above them, the light above the hole, then a flash and they found themselves in a valley with a lake and a cliff at the bottom. From the cliff there was a waterfall and on the right, a huge crystal structure.

Mum and Rock (Dad), Kraa and Blanche were standing in front of the lake and its waterfall.

They were looking at the mysterious place. The sky was black and full of stars, as if there was no atmosphere, yet they could breathe. It was strange.

The planet was surrounded by a ring like Saturn and it made you dizzy. From very close up you could see other planets and moons orbiting the place where they were.

Then Mum screamed at me.

"MIR MIR! It's Mum! We've come to save you!

Krii : "MIIR brother!!!! you still owe me snacks!!"

Kraa:" Mirr... I've got your little ones inside me! come back!"

Blanche: "Mir. Mir Chéri....My love, please come back!"

These calls were heartbreaking.

Enka felt like a ball inside her. A ball of guilt... A first for a destroyer. She could hear the desperate cries of the other wyverns and also the insults coming from the hole. They wanted to lynch her.

But instead of exploding in anger and settling their score once and for all with these ingrates, she had the spark of wisdom not to react, telling herself that it was fear and emotion and that they didn't mean what they said.

Crush them... and then what?

It was also part of her family, her descendants who were complaining.

She had to do something.

Then she lit the path to her palace and the wyverns rushed over.

As they entered the crystal domes, they were confronted by a strange sight.

Thousands of dragons and wyverns and half-dragons frozen in eternal ice, each with their name engraved underneath and a pedestal telling their story and the links they had with the others, some possessions and their time, time and place of birth and capture/death.

Some were alive, as were most of them.

There were plenty of empty pedestals, but the names were engraved. Like Darkia, Queen of Nightmares and direct daughter of Enka.

She was sleeping peacefully, incubating an unhatched egg, in the primordial ice that froze time instead of cold.

Behind their backs came a terrible voice... ENKA.

"This is my daughter Darkia... She's recovering and getting ready to leave with everyone else for another universe, another life and other adventures. Her special soul needs to regain its strength because it houses the spirits of the other dreamers who are asleep and living in slow motion in the dream world, which is also frozen.

We'll leave when this world has run out of energy...

You will have your place here in the Mausoleum because you are the first sentient dragons. You are the first of many. Mir has been a blessing to you."

Mum: "Mir. My child! What have you done to her!

Then she saw the hydra brooding over the crystal Mir was in, frozen in an expression of fear and anger, its mouth open and showing its fangs.

Enka : "Don't look. He's frozen in primal anger. I'm fixing his soul."

"I'm his mummy! It is mine to nurture and cherish!"

"Then Enka brought one of his heads closer and licked Mummy.

"You're my little girl and I'm so proud of you!

Mum: "Mir... give us Mir back! Please!"

Enka could see that they were all focused on me. The goddess was ignored but feared like a dangerous predator. No respect...

Enka lowered her head.. "It's my fault... I thought mir was stronger, like me and... I broke him! I wanted to give him so much because I too love and adore Mir... He's my child too!"

Mum begged and licked the hydra's claws.

"Please, Destroyer... please....give us Mir!"

Enka licked the brave wyvern.

Then she breathed in: "Mir is like an egg in the process of restructuring and repairing itself.

He needs to rebuild himself but he needs his mum more than he needs me.

The problem is that her soul is distended to become something bigger, stronger, more powerful... and she pointed to a frozen Tiamat in another crystal room.

"This is the present and the future of Mir..."

If he remains a wyvern, he'll be nothing but a distended wreck, a stupid, nasty animal that will bite everything in sight. Even you and his sisters will be killed, because with a primal instinct, his forces will multiply."

Mummy rubbed her muzzle against the ice and scratched desperately...

She kept slipping and falling.

The sight saddened the goddess.

The wyverns were going to wear themselves out and die like this... for nothing...

Enka raised her wing and said to Mum, "Come on... you're going to hatch it, but...".

She looked away at an egg.

"Mir must absorb the egg of the divine hydra to become himself again and evolve.

He is the king of this world... to be more precise: he is an infernal archduke but not a demon.

You're going to incubate him and put him in contact with this egg-shaped Crystal and he'll have to absorb it.

He will then regain consciousness and transform into a Hydra.

Then he'll be himself again and I hope one day he'll be able to forgive me. I'm sorry."

With a snap of its claw, the hydra returned me to my mother. I was unconscious and the size of a newborn baby. It was a new beginning for me. A new life, a new goal, new adventures.

In Mum's arms, my head looked soothed.

Then Mum looked at Enka: "Thank you, goddess".

Enka: "No! Grandma!!"

Mum: "Why is he like that?"

Enka: "He's in the world of Darkia at the moment. In the world of dreams. I think they're getting to know each other and Mir seems to like her a bit, but she's already got her soul mate.

They're flying over the sea of storms and they're going to enrage some viziers and ribboned idiots. They're playing and happy for now."

And indeed, I had a few spasms and my eyes rolled under my closed eyelids...

Mum could see that I was dreaming and that I seemed to be enjoying myself.

The next thing I knew, they were out of the hole, on the rock in the sun and... the hole had disappeared.

Then Mum made the shushed sign "He's asleep".

And she put me down on the sun-warmed rock and lay on top of me, with Dad to nurse me.

The humans admired Mummy Dragon's courage and the way she looked after her child.