Little by little I got used to the idea of being a dragon but full of regrets.

I was happy as a human but it gave me a lot of regrets but also good memories.

I had built myself up normally but also healthily. In a way it saved me from being intoxicated or drunk with power and it also saved my personality and my humanity.

Although in a dragon body, I still had my human mind, my desires, my preferences and my tastes.

As a Dragon Lord, not to say Demon Lord because I was far from being a demon, I gave the order of power to the Monsters to reside in the underworld. Just to pacify Britannia.

At the same time to seek the 3 fragments of the Shadowlords. This will at least have the merit to make them flee and to allow the adventurers to explore and pacify the dungeons once and for all.

In the meantime, a real city of tents and people was passing in front of me.

But the worst part was the statues of me, and a cult. Definitely.

But I didn't want that! Besides, I didn't give a damn!

But the healed dragons became like little dogs that followed me everywhere.

They owed me. An army of dragons.

The humans were terrified and I lived up to my name. Thor, the Destroyer!

But I made no distinction between humans, halflings, dragons and even desperate monsters.

I had offerings and the dishes went back and forth but I shared with my friends and new buddies.

Rubix was dying of jealousy.

There were dozens of dragons all in heat after me.

They dared to approach me at night but Mother made sure to keep them a safe distance.

I had to fly. And that's what motivated me.

In fact, I could have repopulated the whole species if I wanted to and even males submitted! This was unheard of.

I was scared to death. All those teeth, spikes and claws and incessant growling.

At night, I thought I was still a little boy but all those beastly snores turned into a nightmare.

Only Rubix and Saphie could touch me, but in secret, for fear of jealousy or retaliation.

Valtrax had warned my friends that she too had to fight in love because of the concubines and the army of suitors in my father's time. But many perished in the cataclysms and when father's heart sank into madness, only Valtrax had stayed by his side until the end to support him in his madness. A true martyr/sacrifice mother.

But mom kept smiling and knew what to do.

I can't imagine a moment without her now.

Also Esme supported me with her 2 small hands, but on her scale and I was happy with their presence.

Little by little, the number of cripples and creatures decreased but it was constant. I was content to let the mutilations grow back, but anything that could be healed, my first circle sorted out and I was able to calm down.

Father and the resistance fighters wasted no time and Shamino, now the main hero, managed to finish his quests and they found the fragments. Two of the three fragments were found, but the Cowardice fragment remained.

The monster had fled to the farthest reaches of the underworld, into a veritable maze of mountains.

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I wanted the fragments and Shamino also wanted me to destroy them, but my objective was quite different. I needed the three pieces to make a dragon orb and give the best possible gift to Valtrax.

The problem was that Shamino, a hero, had to finish his quest by killing me! A God of Destruction had no place in the physical world, at least not on Britannia.

And that was the problem. I was of good alignment and the Ankh was flashing because I was GOOD but also supposed to be evil when I was anything but evil.

Britannia was out of whack. So was the system.

I was supposed to make my palace rise from the depths with pressurized lava, which would cause eruptions everywhere, causing death and devastation and destruction of crops, homes, palaces.

I was supposed to unite the races and humans under one banner to fight against my monster armies, grow and cultivate a hero who should by dint of buffs, artifact accumulation experiences and receive a legendary or holy sword to pierce my heart. I was also supposed to make plans for conquest, revenge, reincarnation, and make magic items to establish my continuity, my descent as a good strong villain would.

No, nothing like that.

On the contrary, I was helping to bring back Lord British, who would normally be my arch-enemy.

Maybe I was naive and trusted the humans too much.

Gamblin was growing in power and strength.

The resistance fighters too.

I was also training them for fun

I was fighting other dragons, ritual fights until the first blood.

It was great.

Then the flight. How can I put it... it was a thousand times better than when I was riding mom without knowing it was my own mom pretending to be my friend.

Ah.. what a waste..

Rubix remained the same size and had not removed her collar that would allow her to grow.

It was great for her but... deep down I was hoping she would get closer to my size. I could have gone further, beyond platonic love to something...well...eh...I'm a teenager! and I have needs....

The problem was that unlike dragons, my libido was aligned with humans...

I was raging, I was frustrated, and the females were getting scared when I looked at them. They thought I was going to devour them. Yes, but not like they thought. Mom knew that look and she cried secretly. Discreetly, she would cast spells on me to soothe me.

Her pain was coupled with the fact that she was a widow and seeing me like this was unbearable for her too.

Then, one day I went crazy and when they couldn't find the last Lord,

I flew to the biggest volcano and dived headfirst into the lava and sank

It seemed endless but the flows had no influence on me and I set my sights on getting out of another volcano in the underworld.

The humans who wanted to accompany me used their moonstone and others went through the dungeons, which fortunately were almost empty.

I'd gone around to all the caves in my size, but the bastard was certainly hiding in a crevice or nook that was impossible for me. I wasn't going to dig galleries until the world above collapsed on the one below.

Shamino and Rubix joined me and were happy for me to carry them to all the remote areas. They were taking over.

And finally, they spotted the Dark Lord, the Lord of Cowardice, at the bottom of a gallery in a dead end.

They were hungry and exhausted, but Rubix waited for the right time when he was frozen, between midnight and 1 a.m., and she was able to slay the third and final wraith.

She picked up the 3rd fragment and came back to me.

I said nothing and they used a final moonstone to return to the surface.

These stones, extremely rare, grew as small crystals below the portals for those who knew.

I had 1 fragment and Shamino had 2.

After an evening of rest, we returned to the castle of Britannia which had been repaired in the meantime.

They wanted to reward me, put a necklace with a medal on it and unveil a statue, but I flatly refused.

"I killed innocent people! Many of their family members are here and I ask their forgiveness. I can repair, rebuild but not resurrect, not humans anyway...The gods forbid.

I felt that the envelopes could come back, but without a soul...so make dead flesh...

Then, with the words of power we went to the room of Lord British and in front of his mirror there was a harp.

After saying the words of power, the whole floor shook and a portal opened. It was red, but it only appeared in the reflection of the mirror. Inside, one could see Lord British, still young, from when he had been kidnapped.

Gamblin found a popular score and Rubix tried her hand at the harp. Her claws were particularly well suited to plucking the strings and again the floor shook and a wall slid open, revealing the red portal and Lord British stepped out.

There was silence and what a surprise it was to see a dragoness sitting like a human playing the melody. The Ballad of the Avatar.

He said nothing and watched her continue to play, too focused not to make a mistake.

And... at the very end, he clapped!

Everyone clapped!

Rubix was embarrassed but Lord British was also confused.

Every face he knew was wrinkled.

"How many?"

Gamblin wiped his tear-filled glasses.

Seventeen. My Lord....

It felt like a hammer blow.

Lord Bristish: "Who?

Gamblin extended his arm toward the entrance to the room that could barely hold everyone.

"All of them, and through the window. Thor... The new Exodus..."

I waved my paw at Lord British "Cuckoo Lord British!"

At my paws, a jubilant crowd. Further on a hundred dragons following me and beside me. Valtrax, and Saphie riding on my head, between my horns...

Lord British smiled again and smiled at me too.

We organized a mega party here but also in all the cities and villages of the kingdom where manacoms were put in the fountains and could thus retransmit the images live of Britannia.

Rubix returned the crown to its owner and was knighted.

The nobility was dissolved except for the title of knight, the only real title and not transmissible.

The remaining nobles kept their title but in a symbolic way having only the status of knight in reality.

All the heroes were knighted... and me too.

The festival lasted a week and there were many festivities throughout the year.

The people needed it.

But my problem remained.

Rubix explained to Gamblin my suffering and finally he found a scroll of language so that I could finally express myself as before.

It was a little but also a lot.

It was important to me.

Gamblin asked Shamino again for the two shards. They corrupted and could turn a hero into the opposite.

The corruption had attacked his heart but he resigned himself with the support of Lord British.

And finally, they were brought to me to destroy them.

The problem was that I didn't know how to do it and I was afraid of going crazy like dad.