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

Misunderstanding

I was angry at myself for having hit the one who had saved me.

Kate was right, I was blinded by violence, madness, murder, massacres and exterminations and above all... I had become an ogre, a blind devourer, a cannibal.

I collapsed and started to cry.

I was in a ball and the spectacle was pitiful to watch.

The violence had lost me, as if consumed a part of me...Like when I was a medical and physics student. I was rather a handsome young man and when I met Kate, it was love at first sight. Then with the discoveries, the science, the secrets and the lies, I ruined everything. However, I didn't fall off the wagon...

She had just given birth to our son and daughter... and paranoia did the rest: a double life.

I was Dr. Jekyll in the family and Dr. Hyde at work...

In fact, I was a monster long before I became and merged with the dragon that was, a gentle, misunderstood and simple-minded creature, incapable of the complex and Kafkai-like reasoning of which I was capable...

But slowly, my moaning subsided and so did my crying. I was exhausted and sank into sleep.

I was Professor Hans, dressed in my costume, and I was standing by the river.

It was warm and on the banks of the river were large meadows.

In our back, if we looked at the river bank, railroad tracks were laid, in front of a huge tunnel, opening a gaping black hole giving access to the interior of the hill.

There were hundreds of people walking, walking and cycling on the bike path along the river.

Others were lying on sheets, enjoying the sun or a well-deserved picnic.

Kate was in the Grand Bazaar, an underground gallery, more like a souc than a store. A real Bazaar, a souc.

Europeans, Asians and other ethnicities crossed there and the access was along the railroad tracks.

On the river, not very wide and hardly navigable, small boats took the passengers to the city of the lost ships...A'Arnateth.

Yet it had no African or Egyptian connotation. It looked like the Ourthe and the Esneux tunnel but different.

I was in a jovial mood...and I liked to watch, observe and study everything that was happening around me. So much so that I didn't see the time passing.

There were stalls like in a market and I approached the tunnel. An exhibition was being held there... in addition to the souk, well the Bazaar...

On posters, minerals and fossils. It is always interesting and the sellers are often collectors... I had a cane because I always had difficulty standing... but why? I don't remember.

Everything was peaceful and in this beautiful spring sky, you could also see hot air balloons.

Everyone seemed to be having fun.

Then, in the main square, a little further on, to the right of the tunnel entrance but on the right bank of the river, where I was, there was a brass band with elephants pulling a decorated float. A chariot, but it was a miniature Alladin style temple and standing on the chariot decorated with golden trumpets and thousands of small bells and red drapes set with small mirrors. Typically Indian, stood a figure dressed in blan with a red turban and a pan feather in the center, protecting a ruby.

It was the great Vizier, the Sultan of this country... but which country?? or was I? But these questions did not worry me. It was as if I was used to being here but each time, the memories and the memory of my passage in these places were as if erased.