Cmas passed and Mom and Dad slept with me in the barn that we set up. They no longer slept in their rooms but with me, for fear that I would disappear again.

we had made a miniature fire well for me in the ground and I could roast my meat.

I had my bedside table, my alarm clock, my paintings and posters arranged here and there and a basic wardrobe to put some accessories.

I had my sodas with me and we ate pastries and good food prepared by Mom almost all the time.

Ingmar came to me and started talking about my situation.

"Wistala or Heater, if you prefer, I'm happy for you that you can find your parents and your home. I don't know what to tell you... I see you're happy but torn... Tell me what's bothering you."

"I miss my little brothers..."

"Heater, I see you're torn between dragon life and human life... What did you want to do for a living?"

I started crying...

"Yes, I understand..."

I put my paw on his foot as if to hold his hand...

He stroked my head and put his bearded chin on it and looked into the void in silence.

"I've been chasing the dragon for 20 years. She ate my wife..."

Me:" She'll kill you first! She has unimaginable powers!"

Ingmar:" Like what?"

"She speaks to the spirits and they obey her. She may even be in this room without you knowing it and she can look like a human being and full of things we don't know... She wants to teach me and transmit her knowledge to me..."

Ingmar: "Then I'll wait until she's finished raising her offspring to settle her score."

"I understand."

"Do you want to come to college? Will you make friends and not be the target of hunters who could hurt you or your family?"

Me: "You can study me... but what choices do I have?. Ingmar, really! It's unrealistic! I'll go to university with you and you can take me to your colleagues, but, frankly, did you see me? I'm a baby! I'm a baby! What are you going to do with me when I'm 25 meters tall? Make a gozdilla cage? I'm going to crush my friends! I'd say hello to Sophie and with my tail, I'd crush Francis and say sorry. I said hello to Zoe..."

Ingmar laughed....

"You're right, Heater, you have a big, no, a BIG problem. Hahaha!"

Hahahaha

we laughed a little, but it was true!

First we'll introduce you to the scientific world and there's a law school too and when we introduce you, you'll try to make a good impression and everything will be fine. Then it'll be our problem and you'll come back here with your family. I am president of the hunters' associations and I will introduce you to my friends and they will give you a hunting licence and they will be forbidden to shoot you. They can also become your friends. You can exchange your hunting techniques and you can learn a lot of tricks for your survival too.

Thank you Uncle Ingmar.

2 days later:

Growl! my stomach was screaming famine and the food was coming out faster than it was coming in from the fridge!

Igmar then decided to introduce me to the hunters.

I had my cartridge belt and rifle on me like "I can shoot and defend myself too" and Ingmar had the good idea to strap bullet-proof vests on my neck and down to my heart! A bit like horses in armour in the Middle Ages, but covering the bottom!

Numbers were drawn on the vests like an identification of an aircraft, so that I would not be shot at!

We arrived in Oulu, further east of the Baltic Sea, still in the north but it was lakes and forests. No mountains but just small hills.

It was becoming more and more populated and hiding became impossible. But a trip in a truck was guaranteed blows and nausea.

Never mind, I'm flying! Ingmar took a small propeller plane and put an earpiece and a CB in my ear so that I could hear and I had to follow him.

I followed him without any problems and he landed in a field behind the hunting club. He parked the plane and I stuck him, terrified. He approached the great hall where a huge reception was held with hunters from all regions. Several hundred people were having an aperitif and the meat was being roasted. Everyone was talking and discussing Ingmar's escapades when he announced a mega giga announcement to make. The biggest predator would be presented but it was a surprise. All weapons had to be under lock and key!

Stomp Stomp stomp stomp, made my steps when I followed Ingmar.

The hunters turned white!

All became pale. They were seeing a dragon for the first time in their lives,

He was not chained, but alive, armed with a rifle and ammunition and bulletproof armor!

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Everyone was silent and I sat down behind Ingmar.

I hugged and kissed him to show that I was nice.

"What a size!" some said.

"He must be flying, have you seen his fangs? They look like swords!"

"His claws!"

"He has a gun!!!!! Does he know how to use it? And bulletproof armor!"

And what's that on his tail? A sheath?

Everything is done to kill!

Ingmar tapped the microphone.

"My dear friends, I brought you here to introduce you to our newest member of the hunting club. 3 months ago, from here, a young girl flew to join her father and family here in Finland for the Christmas holidays. The plane never arrived at its destination and she was massacred by a predator. We don't know exactly what happened, but it ended up in the dragon's egg and was raised by the dragon. She kept all her human memories and fled to find, despite her appearance and her new body, her parents and family.

But her previous life is completely destroyed but she is alive.

This is Heater! This is Heater! Daughter of François and Karin Attila! I ask you to be kind to her, to respect her like any other 15-year-old girl.

As you can see, its size and anatomy limit its ability to integrate into a normal human life.

When it reaches the size of a large 25-metre trailer, most buildings will be inaccessible to it and it will pose a crash hazard in densely populated areas. She will have to eat the products of hunting and she therefore becomes a full member of our community.

"How do you know for sure she understands what they say?" asked a hunter who was visibly irritated that he couldn't hunt her.

Ingmar: "Ask her yourself! She understands you, but to talk, she uses a slate."

Hunter 1: "Do you understand everything we say then?"

Me: "YES!"

Brouhahaha....... it's not a joke...

"Your name is Heater?"

"Yes, my name is Heater and my dragon name is Wistala"

"Dragons can speak?????"

"Yes, they're very, very smart, more so than you!"

"Do you have powers?"

"I don't, but some dragons do! You are insects to them!"

Hunter 2, irritated: "How do you consider us as insects?"

"No, I love you, but Mother Dragon is very, very smart. She talks to the spirits of nature, she knows where you are, your names, and your family just by the smell... she can ask them what you are doing, where you are etc.... You look for her and she will find you, and tear your children to pieces in front of you before she kills you."

"But it's terrible.!"

Hunter 3: "Heater, were you tortured?"

"Yes and no! As a human being, I have been subjected to supreme torture and as a dragon to natural weaning."

Hunters: "Explain, we want to know!"

Ingmar: "Stop it, she's already traumatized enough as it is! The good thing is that you communicate with each other and I suppose you will be able to share rewarding experiences with each other in the field. She will make an excellent hunter and you can learn from each other. I would ask you to respect her privacy and trauma and no discrimination of race or color will be tolerated. Any criticism of her will be seen as racial discrimination as criticism of someone for their skin color."

You saw that she has all her head and self-control. I would therefore also ask you to respect her space for your own safety. If you walk on her no problems but the opposite could have serious consequences.

The banquet is open!

the party was in full swing and I was served champagne. MMMMM how good it is!

The drunk hunters asked me to make selfies with them and I drank a little too much.

I was asked to pose a massacre and I played the game with them. I even pulled out my tongue and Ingmar had to get angry at us!

I was scolded because I had drunk too much and I moved away to make a dismissal and flames came out!

Crazy, the hunters set targets and asked me to spit fire on them!

Delayed jets, concentrated and cone jets.

The targets were reduced to ashes and the metal melted!

They had a glimpse of the danger and range of a dragon's breath.

I came to my senses a little bit and started laughing like a whale and then we had a pigeon shooting contest. We were throwing plates and we had to blow them up in the air!

I never missed my target BANG, BANG reload, BANG BANG!

Then archery. I was explained to me and I more or less fired OK. I had to be careful not to crack the bow with my strength.

We also made knife throws and I found that my tail was the best suited to throw a knife.

There were too many people and not enough bushmeat for everyone. I then proposed to go get some deer and 5 minutes later, I came back with 2 deer 1 in my mouth and the other at the end of my claws.

Splaf I dropped out and in a few seconds it was butchered and emptied when it should take an hour!

Then I brought a boar and the same.

The hunters' children played on my back and I drank my drink with a dragon's smile on my face.

I had to participate in the theoretical courses on hunting, fill in the permits and thus remain legal. Just because I was a dragon didn't mean I could exterminate or eradicate protected species. I myself was becoming a protected species.

If I hadn't had my parents, I would have had to go to a reserve.

But against all odds, I was interested in the management of his paper mill. With my strength, I could lift 3.5-ton rolls like nothing, lift one-tonne calendars and help with tool maintenance. I was in speech therapy and had to learn to talk like a baby again.

Dad was happy in a way that I was working for him, I was learning at least one job. I was at home, with my family and if I didn't go to school, I had a job. Everything I missed, I learned it and, as before my transformation, I was 15 years old, it was not too hard.

In the afternoon, I would fly, swim in the lake and hunt. The local police were aware and closed their eyes, My father employing 2/3 of the local population...

There were no incidents except sometimes assholes at the campsite who called the police and sent their troll shit to social networks.

Journalists fired and interviewed me and I kept my mouth shut so as not to harm my dragon brothers. I never mentioned them.

Zoologists sometimes came to take measurements and see things and measure my growth, samples of saliva, oil and a few drops of blood.

They did a CT scan and a mobile MRI. Nothing very invasive. After the torture, it's not a sting that scares me. As long as they leave quickly, I'll have peace.

This avoided me from the zoo and my existence was tolerated as human mutilated. I had never talked about force-feeding or the beak even to my father, Ingmar or Mom.

2 months went by very quickly and the fact of being recognized, of having a place, a profession and being free freed me from a big, invisible weight.

I could breathe and something suddenly called me. My instincts were coming to the surface.

An invisible call, a familiar smell, a need...

The dragon me needed her dragon/mother...... I couldn't help it.

I had my human mother but gently I was attracted to the monster mother, a kind of call from nature!

I was watching the sun go down and I thought I saw a V with two little v's through it!

I had my CB (radio) and I called Daddy:"

PAPA, Mommy, I'm going to go west. I'll be back in a month or two! I want to see my little brothers again! I need them!

Karin:" Go my darling! But be careful you know we're waiting for you and you still have a place here!"

"Thank you, Mom, I love you, I'll be careful!"

And I'm going west to the Fjords!

In flight I surprised a faint smell that only I could identify: Mother Dragon!

And indeed, I saw them from afar flying in a V. Mom in front and my brothers on her sides.

The sun finally set and they entered a cave on the cliffside, invisible and untraceable by walkers and navigators. I had a backpack and sweets, chocolates and spices and a little berry alcohol for my mother. My phone and CB radio were cut off as a precaution and I landed on the promontory and entered the dragon's cave.

Mother was lying in the background, my two brothers under her wing, being nurtured and She said to me:

I've been waiting for you! She was suspicious for fear that I would come back for revenge, but I ran towards her and kissed her.

Mother dragon, I forgive you!

I missed you and you too and I am holding my two brothers very, very tight.

Mom looked at me in amazement a-and I said, "Teach me to be a dragon!"

So she lifted up her big wing and said, come here and hug Mommy. And I rushed under the reassuring heat of a dragon mother, Fierce but a mother anyway!

I missed the warmth of the nest and the comfort of a protective wing and the contacts.

Human society lacks contacts. We look at each other, we talk, we mock each other and we use networks, but we don't lick each other, we don't rub up against each other, we don't lie down and I missed all that in humans.

I now had the impression that I had reached the end of my human journey and that my real journey would be a dragon. Humans would no longer bring me anything, I had everything to learn from dragons. So it was my duty to transmit their culture and save their knowledge!

So began my new life as a dragon!