A dragon devouring faeries (TOME 15 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Surprise

I was covered in blood that tasted like cherries...

Before me was carnage and a few shadows of survivors.

The machine guns fell silent, out of ammunition, but the main carnage was my work.

I could feel the "souls or fragments" rushing towards my temple, the temple of Enka.

It was a black hole with a glass vault over it, like a huge blue crystal ball that shone and illuminated the valley with each "soul" that was absorbed.

But I had to be careful not to be absorbed or intoxicated by this power.

Indeed, "Mother" Enka had shown me other Hydras, Tiamat defeated or fallen into madness, trapped for eternity in the galactic ice.

A kind of stellar aurora borealis, a curtain, whatever, but showing the border between the world of mortals and that of the Gods.

My destiny was to make me a guardian of the world one day, but also a progenitor.

But I was thinking in minutes and mother, in centuries, even more.

I loved and adored her as much as I feared her, but she had accepted my dual nature and my human origins. Of which there was not much left, at least the politeness, the manners and the knowledge...

Even though I knew how to transform into my past self, I remained a dragon all the time. Maybe I was afraid in my heart that I would wake up as a human and my dragon would be an illusion, but reality caught up with me.

Kate was screaming and I rushed to calm her down and heal her but she was heartbroken.

I could do many things, I had draconic spells that were closer to a druid and wizard spells and a bit of a priest but resurrection was impossible for me.

I was not a God, but a half Hydra dragon.

As soon as everything calmed down, the remaining troops rushed to search for surviving dwarves, the wounded to save what could still be saved.

Kate had healing powers, but she was in shock and had used up all her mana trying to revive her dead friends.

What followed was a deep grief and a litany, followed by the grieving families.

Everyone was mourning a loved one.

These dwarves were very close to the old humanity and they had many things in common.

That's why I supported them and Enka too.

The king and the surviving troops fell to their knees and worshipped me as a god, out of fear and respect, seeing the carnage I was the cause and capable of.

But, I ignored them and went in Hydra to the makeshift infirmary and started the first aid to prevent the dying from dying permanently.

Many of them were in comas and were going to die because of bleeding and burns, but I was like a messiah, a savior.

But many dwarf children and wives lay flat on their backs in front of my black talons, sadness and despair superior to the fear of being devoured... Some licked my claws and paws, begging me to bring back their companions or father from the dead.

They knew they would not come back like the elves through the dew and plants of Tyrant...

"Children of the earth, know that I share your sadness and suffering."

I stroked my distraught female to comfort her. And the dwarves also saw that we also shared their suffering, their grief.

"The sacrifice of your people has not been in vain, and our goddess and mother to all has let me know that she too is affected by your misfortune. Although she is the goddess of darkness and wife of the great emperor, she has heard your prayers and pleas. Unfortunately, even the gods are sometimes powerless in the face of the irreparable.