I am a dragon! Help me! (TOME 4 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Surprise visit

Washington, D.C., headquarters of BlackSkies.

An adviser took the dragon tower by elevator and, when he reached the top floor, he entered a huge glass hall.

He knelt down "Lord Viseron... we have something to show you".

The dragon looked out the window and drank a giant cup of alcohol.

He hoped that this would relieve his worries.

Military Advisor:

"We've had rumors of so-called fake news of another dragon appearing."

Viseron : "More fakes."

But we've had lots of pictures of pedestrians and motorists.

By crossing them, they were going in a straight line from the east of Lyon to the center.

And the pictures of the fakes in India show the same creature."

Viseron, still not looking... "They're just drones or crude imitations."

Counsellor: "Yes, but here, it looks like a winged snake. A very long neck and a very long tail. It's black, turning dark blue."

Viseron turned his head and finally looked at the monitor.

He let go of his cup and it smashed into the cobblestones.

He glued his eye.

It was the way to fly, the right angle and...

RAGE!

It is not possible... A Snake still alive????

The counselor didn't dare to speak anymore.

Viseron: "There were only 3 of them left! Carnivor, Sanguinem and Poisse!

They're dead, I'm sure of it! But... it looks like Poisse!

That's not possible, I killed her myself!"

"Get my cargo plane ready!... I'm going to Lyon! I want to see for myself!."

Counsellor: "Should I also plan a trip to Pondicherry?"

"That's what I'm paying you for, isn't it?"

The man nodded and withdrew.

"WHY OF ALL THE DRAGONS, THERE IS ONLY YOU! YOU WEAR YOUR NAME WELL."

And he sent the spirit bottle against the wall to explode.

The building was trembling under the rage of the mad dragon.

But he changed his mind, as the information about the dragon and the Hindu riots was last minute, he decided to take his cargo plane to Pondicherry.

Flying under escort between his tower and the airport field, he felt a huge magical fluctuation, and although darkness was forbidden to him, he could still feel its fluctuations.

Suddenly it was as if the ground was liquid with a cracked crust that prevented us from falling into it.

The shadows rippled like a pool of still water making circles under the disturbance of a thrown stone.

A feeling of terror overcame him, as when he shot Blanche and Marcus.

He still had his temporal rifle. A devastating weapon for dragons.

He had taken it with him. He always feared the fury of the dragons for his crimes.

Mom and I moved into the apartment and the hole left by the house was filled with a piece of jungle, as if the place had never existed.