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

a rude awakening.

The earth, this blue ball...but also our home in this infinite space

We were happy to have finally arrived.

I had slept all the way in Kate's paws who was watching over me. Darkia was in her ship recovering.

The Bucephalus was too big to land and stayed in orbit.

It delivered a tractor beam to allow the Repressior to land without breaking in two.

All the surviving dwarves and Kobolds and the remaining 300 humans had come out of the shelters to watch the show.

But no one said a word. No one was happy or angry.

The elves and fantasy creatures were crying for their dead and this was the first time they felt those feelings and the real, precious life flowing through them.

Near the base metal arches rose from the ground in two places and the Doom landed next to the Repressor.

The Doom also had a lot of damage, but not as much as my ship.

A mixed crowd greeted the occupants of the ship and the many wounded, but especially the frozen and the surviving dragons were carried on stretchers.

They did not speak our language but only a form of draconic that only dragons could understand.

But they were uprooted, lost and in shock. They stayed put, not knowing what to do, and followed Kate out while we carried the little ones.

But everything was broken, devastated, but the Vespalians who remained on the spot had not lost any time.

The rubble had been cleared away and a hive under the Village was under construction.

The houses of the 50,000 inhabitants were dismantled and reassembled to face 300 humans and 1,000 elves, 400 of whom had survived, and a few fantastic creatures, a bit like Waspy at the beginning.

The Vespalians were like construction machines and in a few days we could move back in.

We were housed in my temple, which had withstood the blast of the cannon and the earthquake of the artifact's impact.

In fact, it was not entirely destroyed and still radiated a little, and this certainly allowed all the fantastic creatures not to perish entirely.

The magic was still there, but ten times less.

I was still in human form and feverish, lying in my bed this time, Kate in the hall below, in the nave, while I was in the circular chamber of the tower. The younger dragons had joined him there and human doctors were examining their mutilations and after-effects.

To restore their dignity, the missing horns were 3D printed and their organs were reassembled in a similar fashion.

The dragons, intelligent beings, cried and trembled at the sight of humanoid beings, especially the elves... They were asked to move away from them to avoid adding to their trauma.

They threw themselves on the food to regain their strength and Kate taught them the rules of life here in the community.

She explained that we were all equal, that there were no more lords or evil gods, and that they were free to do what they wanted. There were laws, however, and respect for life was above all else. Even the vespalians...especially the vespalians...

Even the dragons were afraid of them and the humans... we can't imagine...

They were in a hive with giant praying mantises... They were at the mercy of monsters and they knew it. Yet, they loved Kate the most...