I was shaking and sobbing about this situation. It was too hard for me. I slept by the fire, mother on me but on me?

I had skins on me!

There was fire, the nest the skins and where were they? They had disappeared! She had finally discovered me and left me alive! She spared me!

I'm still her daughter too!

I felt very light, like a weight that was removed from me.

It was strange not to be afraid anymore, not to have this tension. But also I was lonely all of a sudden! I was beginning to miss my brothers and she a little!

I think I have another problem.

Free with them and live my life as a dragon or another hell at home.

I started crying. But this time, there was no one left to comfort me.

I had to warn Dad of the danger anyway. It's up to me to take charge of my life. And she mentioned the mystical arts and turning back into a human... She wanted to redeem herself in my eyes.

I need time, but I don't have it. I have to save Mom and Dad. We'll see after.

I took the. Ah, the phone and I'm texting at the exit.

I wasn't being watched! They were really gone.

"Dad, watch out for the dragon! He knows your red car! He freed me, but I changed. Don't shoot me for mercy. I'm alive and I want to see Mom again. I entered the gps coordinates of the phone."

"Honey, hold on, we're coming!"

"Come alone, Dad, I'm afraid of others!"

"Tell me, why don't you talk, Heater?"

"I can't talk anymore, I've changed, I'm afraid to scare Mom..."

I hear a car on the moors but the ground is too rough and I hear 2 doors slamming.

10 minutes later a very tall man, dressed in red, arrives near the entrance of the cave.

"Heater, it's Dad!" Where are you? Where are you?

I was flying, hovering over him.!

He went into the cave and came out.

He put down his rifle and walked away. There's Heater, I put my gun down, you can show yourself!

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I landed in silence behind him. I was typing "I'm here, behind you!"

Father received drops of my tears and turned around!

Ah and he fell backwards. I moaned as I did iiii and showed the mobile phone.

Oh, No, noon! Scream! Scream!

The shock was too hard.

I wasn't moving.

Are you Heater? He stammered.

I took the mobile phone and typed "unfortunately, yes, François, Papa"

He took a step and tried to touch me and he saw that I was real.

I let myself be done and he touched me and finally squeezed my neck to kiss me. I returned the gesture by licking it.

Can't you talk?

"eeaaauaueuughrrrrah ah ...." I shook my head that way.

I scratched the ground: Dad!

We stayed for a long time and were hugging each other.

Dad was crying, a mixture of joy and sadness. But after looking at me for a long time he said to me: You are a beautiful dragon, my daughter! You look beautiful! Your colors are really beautiful!..

I was sobbed.

Dad was stroking me and it felt good. I lay down on the side to make it easier.

I was about five meters there!

Ingmar, worried, came along and saw my father caressing me. He had his gun in his sights but he lowered the gun when he saw my father waving at him to put it down.

"Goodness, what is it?"

And Father said, Heater! She was transformed into a dragon....

He approached and, with his trembling hand, touched me. I was shy but the touch of a warm hand was doing me a lot of good.

Ingmar: "Do you understand what they say? Everything?"

"Yes!" I traced it to the ground.

Poor little girl, what they did to you!.....

"I want to see Mom again! And Eric!"..."...

Father could see it was me.

Dad told Mom that he had found me alive but physically changed.

Anyway, I was alive... she could hug me and we'll see what happens next.

They joined the pickup truck but I was too big to move in.

So, at their big stupefaction, I flew it away and turned around the pickup truck.

We traveled together to my home village and I landed in the back of the garden. Ingmar parked his pickup and Dad took the car out so I could settle in the barn.

It felt good to go home.

The straw and its smell had a sweet scent of sunshine and fresh grass.

I recognized these steps and was ashamed of my appearance.

Mother ran to throw herself at me, no matter how I looked. She wasn't looking. My little Heater, you're alive, that's all that matters.

I was licking Mom and she squeezed my neck with crimson coloured scales. I was communicating with a slate, it was easier.

But what I needed most was a bath! I smelled like hell !

My poor darling, what did she do to you? What can we do for you?

I replied, "A shower, I stink!"

"It is you, my little one. You love being clean."

I was taken out to the parking lot and with buckets and brooms and soap, I was smashed!

Father tried leather bag polish and a polishing rag and had all my scales shine. They were red and changed color to green when I wanted to hide!

I was shining!

Then we celebrated Christmas with our family late but we celebrated it!

We were all together but something was missing... I missed my dragon mother? My brothers, certainly. They had never actually hurt me, they played with me and they loved me! Where could they be?

At the table I was given a whole roast pig and the traditional turkey.

I prayed for Wanda and Vilja and her little sister.

Sad subjects were avoided. And they were talking about the good things I missed. My things were moved from my room to the barn and I had a computer with a large screen and a laser keyboard, easier with my paws. The TV, a few things, but the clothes were over!

Mom made me jewellery to stick on my horns and she knitted socks with pink laces to cover the horns and give me a more feminine, more attractive look.

A sheath made of macrolon, a cutting board material, was made by Dad so as not to hurt or sting by accident.

Mom made me a corset to dress my tail and make me less naked.

I was also made pink lace-up gaiters with hind legs. I was a thousand times less frightening and I looked like a citizen of a fairy tale.

All these moments were precious but what will become of me now?