"DOOOOONNGGG" made the resonant sound of a tocsin in the infinite void

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Stop! I have PAAAIIIIN

MOMAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN (Momyyyy! - Moan sound)

HELP ME!"

"DOOOOOOOOOONNNNNG"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHh no,no,no not that it's too biiiig I'm gonna explode!"

"DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNGGGggg"

The giant crystal sinks into my heart, piercing everything, tearing my flesh, my bones, my scales and all the shadows are sucked into the crystal which decreases in size each time but the tip of the octahedron keeps its angle.

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"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHtttfit" the sound of the storm wind in Obsidian's room.

Lucie opened the door followed by Maryse, in the middle of the night and, horror!!

Obsidian's back was arched downward like the exorcist movie and she was reaching for the ceiling, the shadows of the bed and furniture moving like snakes.

She was half awake and reached out her hand: "Momyiiiiiiiiiii, help, save me!

She's evil! I'm being cruxified!"

Then a spray of blood was vomited with pressure and came to stain the ceiling and sprayed as far as Maryse and Lucie!

Lucy: "Call an ambulance and Olson, FAST!"

And Lucie took my hand and saw what I suffered, hit by the black rays of the octahedron:

"YOU ARE LUCIE! THANK YOU FOR PROTECTING THE DRAGON. IT'S MY TURN TO PROTECT HER.

I AM OPALINE / OCTAHEDRON / I AM OBSIDIAN"

"AAHhhhhn what a horror !!!!! " cried Lucy, letting go of Obsidian.

"DOOOOONGGGG"

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH " , blood spray!

"Please, stop!!!"

"DOOONNNGGGG"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

MOMYYYYYYYY

MOMYYYYYY LUCIE

MOMYYYY OMBRINNE

MOMYYY CANINE

TONTOOONN TONTOOOOOONN UNCLE UNCLE!

HELP

I'M SCARED

I DON'T WANT TO DIE

NOOO

AAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"DOOOOONG"

Then silence

"DOOOONNNGG"

Spasms

"DOOOOONGG"

Spasms

"DOOOONG"

Flattened to the ceiling,a bloody rag

"DOOOOONG"

"DOOOONG"

"DONG"

Then Obsidian falled on the bed, unconscious, no pulse..

The paramedics arrived and see that the heart is not beating but she is breathing.

They take off the pajamas and see a gaping hole where the heart used to be, as if an invisible hand had torn it out.

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She is breathing but she should be dead.

Unable to move, it is as if an invisible stake nailed her in place.

Olson came and rushed into the room.

"What's going on here, Lucy?"

"It's terrible, my poor little girl, she screamed at me and at you for help and when I touched her I saw the horror that hit her!

A huge black and gold crystal that emitted black and sucked everything. The point entered her heart and he spoke to me, he said that her name was Opaline!"

Olson: "Opaline, it's in the report of the dragon Vincent disappeared before Obsidian was born. A black dragon like her.

According to witnesses he disappeared into a floating hole in the forest, followed in secret by 3 orphans who called her Opaline and she was a black dragon exactly like Obsi. They came closer and the hole closed but on the other side they saw a mountain with a lake.

We are waiting to see our dragonette if she is still herself."

Nurse: "We put an intravenous and the blood circulates but there is a hole. Wait, the hole is closing!

She has lost a lot of blood but we can only give plasma and oxygen to relieve the lack of hemoglobin.

Her blood pressure has dropped a lot"

Then I opened my eyes again, crying:

"MUUUUM, I'm scared, and I reach out to her (I was in human the whole time, I only had my horns out)"

Lucy: "My darling, mommy is here, we are all with you. Get some rest"

"Thank you, mom and I fell asleep"

When I woke up Maryse was sleeping at my bedside, her head on my mattress and I stroked her beautiful curly blonde hair.

Lucy:" I'm scared Olson, it was big and black and it fit inside Obsi."

Olson :" Dragon powers.... Hopefully she knows how to control herself and never uses her powers.

Humans don't have powers and if she has any that are a danger, I'm afraid she will lose her human rights.

Let's pray she stays like one of us!"

Me:" Mom, I'm scared, "hugging her.

After a complete check-up, my life returned to normal and the vacations continued

I went with Eric and Maryse on a camping trip in the mountains. We only brought snacks and went hunting. Maryse and I were used to gutting and preparing the game.

During the camping I was always in a dragon and I had my saddle on me. I didn't fly with them, Olson had forbidden me to do so, and I carried the luggage, but we had a lot of fun.

I could only fly with them over a lake that wasn't frozen, for safety.

Besides, Olson had sent some hikers to check it out.

In fact, Olson had sent hikers to check without my knowledge, disguised as surprised tourists.

This year there were a lot of hikers and image hunters hoping to get a picture or a snapshot of me as a Dragon. When they looked nice and had walked a lot, I would take a break on purpose and in exchange for a snack, mostly chocolate, I even took selfies! Then my classmates would also come to the mountains and we would get together for marshmallow picknicks, sandwiches and my friends' parents would also prepare brunch and various salads and desserts. We never lacked for anything and I had the time of my life.

It was all the rage to have me in selfies on social media.

Some boys were in love with me and every time it ended in a snowman!

"OBSI OBSI OBSI more snow! we are going to lose!"

then the girls and i tried to make ice cream and we did, we mixed cocoa and sugar, grenadines for flavor and milk and i blew on it and we had ice cream. some people got sick of it.

Some parents asked me what we were eating up there and we ended up telling them that we made ice cream all the time and it was good! (normal, ice cream with mana! it's very rich)

In any case all the children were overexcited and ran towards the mountain all the vacations. The tablets and internet were for once in the closet, which delighted the parents to see that they had fun.

They all wanted to go to the same school as me, and slowly, the beginning of the school year was coming.

Ah, the beginning of the school year! We are not children anymore and the serious things began.

In this college, the uniform was advised, by pride to show the badges of its village.

I put in my wings and my tail but my horns it was harder and I put pompoms with ribbons on it to hide the points

My hair was rolled up and you couldn't see it unless you looked closely. The whole thing was really aesthetic.

No more binders and now a purse with a folder and paper and all the books were in PDF in a tablet. We all had a solar charger stuck in the folder and if we had a battery problem one or the other had a power bank.

I was civilized and an ordinary middle schooler and happy to lead an ordinary life.

Mom and Olson were thrilled.

I still had pictures of my mom and I cried, seeing her with sad but better eyes. Maybe she got my messages and saw my selfies!

I have to study harder to be the best to save my mom.

At the beginning of the official school year, we took random students and asked them for their goals.

Of course, I was selected and the journalists, less numerous, probably because I was falling in the banality, were present.

"Obsidian, the floor is yours, what do you expect from your studies?

Me: I already have a lot of friends and I am happy to have them, but now I would like to study medicine or engineering or genetics. And if possible to see my poor mother again!"

Journalist:" I don't know if you know it but your mother is locked up in a high security military prison. Many soldiers died and here is a video recording where she grunts and then sprays the unfortunate ones with her breath, look "

and it shows a video that I had never seen.

GGGGGGGRRRRRR GROAAR SHHHKWEEEKK SSHRRRIIRK KAWK GRROAR RWL

Then a spray of fire that melts the bars and she pulverizes everything in her path until the soporific gases get the better of her.

Me: tears in my eyes, (I'll keep my cool! I'm not going to give them a show of furious beast)

"Gentlemen journalists, we are in a school and it is the opening ceremony. It is out of context that you present me with things that only concern me and my private life. I remind you that I have the right to a private life and that you do not have the right to display my life in public, even if my mother did things against her will!

Mister Prefect, may I sit down again?"

"Yes, Obsidian, you answered well" and everyone applauded, including the parents who were sad for me.

At break time, I went to the back of the school to cry!

Eric and Maryse came to meet me and two other boys Romano, of Italian origin and David, of Israeli religion, he was nicknamed Doudou and was the star of the girls. Romano too, but for his height and his pizza accent. His parents owned a Strada, a small Italian family restaurant.

Doudou :" Why are you crying?"

"It's my mom, the grunting is her word!"

"My friends: What did she say?"

"Let me die! I don't want to live without my daughter anymore, Get out of here, Get the fuck out of here, And on the one she blew: This is the last time you're going to electrocute me you dirty torturer, go to hell!"

I'm going to translate the text of the video so the world knows that she's not evil, but she's being tortured and she's fighting back.

Yes, that's what it takes. But the tensions between USA and Russia are not helping matters. The UN, has nothing to say anymore, in the sense that all their resolutions are flouted.

Oslon warned me to be extremely careful because given the situation, the slightest provocation or mistake on my part and these nations would jump at the excuse to capture me. I had to remain the model student, never to criticize either the USA or the Russians because it was dangerous.

Then Olson's last sentence chilled me:

"Listen to me carefully, my little Obsi: Many dear friends died to get this picture I am giving you. Respect their sacrifice and make your family and friends proud of you.

It's hard, I know you have powers but trust me! Ice for snow, ice cream and ice skating, we tolerate but don't forget the cold burns and kills. Your fireworks, forget about it unless you have a fireworks license one day. One too many flames or a gust of wind, and if there is a fire or a burned person, even if it's only a finger, it can turn into a catastrophe for you. Also beware of being blamed for a fire at school for example.

Always have friends around to testify to your innocence.

Your life is hard because everyone is watching you. But there will be other dragons and you will be forgotten little by little and your life will return to normal. But be careful.

We're messing with you, but if we tell you this, it's because we have informants who risk their lives for you when they could be doing something else. Respect them by living up to them!

And watch out for the Octahedron, Mom and I know about it. Absolute secrecy okay?"

"Yes uncle!"

Here's his oath. Pff damn it!

And I think they're pretty cute, Frederic, Eric, Doudou and Romano, they're all very handsome guys.

Mom was stunned when I translated the video and she also started to cry.

Then she had an idea: a linguist!

One evening a week, a linguist came to the house to write a Dragon/French dictionary and grammar and culture.

What motivated me was that this book could save my mom but also captive dragons. If we understand them, we can communicate and they would not be considered as beasts anywhere and they would not have to justify themselves.

I did photo shoots with different colored breaths, ice creams and my support in pacifist and nature protection NGOs. I wanted to be a doctor and a veterinarian.

This was the first serious reference book on dragons, their language, culture, beliefs and survivalist techniques. I was also compared to the indigenous Indians of the 21st century who protect their culture and are in the internet age. There were many similarities, even with the rain dance.

I did not speak of mana but of Ki, but without revealing anything important.

The work was a beautiful book with an embossed cover of pearly dragon scales in black and the binding was beautiful.

The fans were really happy and it was also a nice reference and approved book.

Future additions were planned for the next edition but the book was a huge success all over the world and was translated into several languages.

Thanks to this, the pictures I could get of Mom showed her less tormented but still depressed.

This was going on too long, I had to do something else and in secret!