Female Russian officer: "Let's go, we've lost enough time. We've lost a dragonet."

The woman was giving orders on a beach of sand that was once white but was now covered in soot and glazed over in places.

It was like a field of sand roses.

Everything was sharp, and only good shoes could prevent ugly wounds and lacerations.

Two years later, the rocks were still emitting heat, and soldiers were running to keep out of this radioactive hell. The whole island glowed like a nuclear submarine with a cracked reactor. Just like in the immediate vicinity of Chernobyl.

Their lead fiber uniforms were inadequate, and the lack of metal on them offered little resistance.

For added protection, they were all soaked in seawater.

She took a few photos and noticed the open protective case with claw and knife marks on the open latch.

She looked at the cut.

"A gag? in those days???"

No one used gags on rifles anymore, all replaced by machine pistols or with barrel extensions.

Only snipers still used rifles, which were too long and cumbersome.

"For a baby, he must have had colossal strength."

Wings sprouted on her back and she flew towards the tower of the attack submarine escorting the cargo sub taking Tiamat.

the soldiers joined another submarine with dinghies, and within minutes all traces of their passage were erased.

An hour later, a Spanish destroyer arrived in sight of the island. The destroyer scanned the area, then fired acoustic grenades to scan the seabed around the island.

The commander on board was in contact with the military base in Europe via his satellite connection.

"No, Colonel, none of my sensors are responding. It's dead."

Then a drone took off and circled the island, and they noticed shifted sand, tire tracks and broken sand flowers.

Drone operator: "Mon Commandant, indeed, the satellite onservations corroborate the ground observations. But may I speak frankly?"

The Commander turned and listened to the operator.

"The tracks form a vector coming from a cove. There must be an underwater cavity."

Commander: "If there must be something, this island is a grave and must remain so."

Operator: "We could send an underwater drone to check it out..."

Commander: "Many of my men died here. They were all friends, family. I won't risk another life for this hellish island. May its demons remain in hell".

The operator didn't object, but sent an underwater minidrone anyway when the commander's head was turned.

Immediately, the drone discovered the underwater passage and surfaced. In the cave he saw the remains of buoys, a crane and a dismantled structure. The chassis of the infernal vessel. Everything had been transported, and next to it were bloodstains and Russian chests.

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Some food, then communication was cut off.

A special missile hit the volcano and the last image was of pressurized lava instantly filling the cave.

The mixture of lava and seawater was never a good one, so the island swelled, then exploded in a huge roar of smoke, steam, flames and a huge pyroclastic cloud.

Then, after a few rumblings, the volcano collapsed in on itself, transforming the island into a magma circle.

The advantage was that the remaining island was no longer contaminated.

The diseased soil had returned to the magma forge in the earth's crust.

The operator didn't know what to say in his defense, then went to find his second-in-command to cover for him, and handed him the video.

The Commander's emotion had taken over from his rationality. The Commander had acted alone. Wanting to keep an unsullied grave for all his fallen comrades two years before.

Second Officer: "Karl, don't worry... you did the right thing. The commander is very upset and coming back here is not good for him or anyone else. I'll forward the video to our base and we'll bury the matter. "

"Thank you Captain!"

He resumed his post monitoring the seabed and worked with his colleague listening for acoustic signals to locate a submarine, but their efforts were ruined by the sound of magma and micro explosions of lava with water.

The whole island was unstable and could sink into the magma seabed.

The commander ordered the ship away.

"Set a course for the north, it's the shortest route to Russia."

But the Russians, with a cargo too valuable to risk, decided to head east, up towards the China Sea.

The Chinese had wanted their dragon for years, and were staunch allies of the Russians.

North Korean fishing vessels were also on the convoy's route, but their ship was just a decoy. Underneath were submarines whose "castle" was a fishing boat.

It was very well done, but they were armed with torpedoes and, above all, sea-air interceptor missiles, and in a mesh network, they could observe any activity in the sky and report it visually, without radar and without being detected.

Emilie followed the information transmitted by Leblique, but she was also an officer, Knight of the Legion of Honor and of the Order of Leopold. A "chasseur de dragons" officer.

This secret society was dedicated to dispensing justice and eliminating all paranormal threats, but above all to fighting the Tiamat sect and its monstrous were-dragons. Most were psychopaths driven even crazier by the dragon blood circulating within them. Even the sect was no longer headed by Tiamat or Rudia, Emilie's biological mother, but there were still fanatical cells hidden here and there trying to rebuild their network of assassins and their secret caulker.

The news that their goddess was still alive added to their rage and fervor. But they learned that Tiamat was far from invulnerable or all-powerful. They needed a military power to back them up. Nothing like Russia, China and Korea and some Maharajahs to back them up!

All this time, Daathr was learning to speak Hindi from Maya, Oum's mother and Milo's wife. It was fun because there were lips to color, letters and everything for a child.

Then Oum sat down opposite me: "Aaarh, you're going to the inner village to see M'AH, mother of us all and head of the village.

Here, it's too risky, strangers might see you."

I cried out of fear of separation.

"Hey! I'm coming with you! We'll come back all the time to have fun, but it's too risky to land here, and then there's the coast guard. You know... our little forbidden trade".

I quickly understood the situation.

Milo and Oum were smugglers, and trading in protected or forbidden animals was a dangerous business. What's more, seeing me could attract the attention of other smugglers or bounty hunters, leading to capture with disastrous, even fatal, consequences...

Every day, I prayed that the dragoness wouldn't find me and devour me.

On the other hand, I dreamed of being able to discreetly telephone my former human family, even if they weren't really mine. I was in a mirror world, in fact, and I was just a blurred reflection of their reality. But I didn't care. I wanted to hear Mom and Dad's voices again, my dog's barking and my cat Fifi's petting. He was white and immaculate and had spoken to me without ever betraying me. His loss was like a stab in my heart.

My wife had betrayed me and had me taken to a zoo, convinced that I had devoured her husband. In fact, I had...

Even though we'd parted on good terms,