Torin the dragon rider (TOME 12 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Just like in the pocket

Exodus looked intently at the bible on the altar.

The cleric explained the basics of the catechism to the dragons, and although their beliefs were closer to Shintoism, the culture, the immense knowledge of the Church was also an open door to the integration of his family in the new world.

Father returned his ankh and we all did the same to be blessed by the bishop and receive the first sacraments.

Of course, the politicians, military and police had absolutely nothing to say about freedom of worship.

As much out of interest as out of devotion, the Bishop decided to baptize the whole family present here and thus, by entering a community, it was an advanced pawn on the chessboard to gain our right to exist and to remain free.

Thus, we had proven our free will in an unquestionable way.

The reactions were strong and even before the authorities reacted, we had taken the first step.

Of course, the first images were broadcasted by the local TV.

In the newspapers, there was everything and anything.

"The church welcomes dinosauress and baptizes them!

"Godzilla in Liege!"

"Other worlds exist"

"Who are these dragons? Do they come from the Middle Ages?"

But Exodus knew the troubadours, pages and constables as well as the public criers, the journalists of yesteryear. Nothing had changed in terms of stupidity. And communication is very important before as now.

"Dad? when can we go out?"

Mom calmed me down a bit but it was hard for me.

The scientists in yellow MBT suits had set up bacteriological filters and entered. We were asked to hold out our paws and take a saliva sample. There were no swabs, only smears.

After a few hours, everything was packed up and a doctor explained to us that they were afraid of contamination and microbes.

It was explained to me several times that there were good and bad bugs living on us and that reptiles, or scaly animals, carried germs that were sometimes more dangerous than the poisons used to defend themselves or to kill prey after having exhausted them.

There was a coming and going of chiefs, sub-chiefs, fifes and sub-fifes whose rank and function escaped us but we were waiting to see in all this chaos who was the chief.

For the cult, it was easy. It was the Pope...

But the kindness of the Monsignor taught us that there was no magic guild, that magic did not exist but that there were science faculties and universities.

He brought a photo album showing his family, his studies, his friends, the Vatican and its wonders and his life as a priest before he had this high position.

Commissioner Corentin sat down next to us and briefly explained to us how society worked and that before being released into the wild, we should probably go to a refugee center to decide our fate.

And that's when everything went to hell...

The bishop said that they were faithful under the protection of the Church just like the asylum seekers, that they had no right to prevent the faithful from going to the cathedral, which remained a place of worship but also an embassy of the Vatican, and that the dragons had diplomatic protection there.

The two men got carried away and Valtrax had to intervene:

"Where we came from, there were guards, soldiers and laws protecting people. We were not outlaws but citizens.