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

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In her palace, the Nightmare-dragon watched the events unfold with interest.

She had seen the slaughter of the horses and the kidnapping of the 3 dragons by mercenaries under the guise of vandal burglars.

She sighed as she saw the mess before her eyes.

A real Gordian knot.

She had her mother's black letter in her paw and no matter how much she turned it over, it made little sense because it said everything and anything.

In the end, the Destroyer relied solely on the judgment of her daughter, the Queen of Nightmares

In their previous meeting, she had promised a love affair soon but could say nothing.

Darkia had insisted that her mother, the guardian of time, was the one with whom she would find love.

Enka only replied that she would be a mother one day and that she would be happy, but she would not say anything more.

If Darkia loved her "mother", the notion of love was very different from humans.

It was more of a bond of kinship and not being blown up on sight by the monstrous entity.

The Destroyer had decreed that she was his daughter, so she was de facto the Destroyer's daughter even if she didn't remember the egg or her childhood. One day she was there...the day before, she doesn't remember anything...

To her, she was a dream created by a human dreamer and when he died, she came to life and existed. that was what Darkia believed but Enka was telling a completely different story... close but different.

Darkia was afraid of herself, of the reality that made her up, or rather the non-reality.

She thought she was 50% nightmare and 50% dragon or 100% nightmare who thought she was a dragon or a crazy dragon who thought she was a nightmare.

This tormented her, turned her upside down and she often fled the dream world for fear that her reality would disappear like a dream when she woke up.

Darkia was always afraid... And it had become a mania, a paranoia. She clung to her human form, to the Bucéphalus and its crew, and her friends.

She didn't have a bad heart, but her whole existence was about surviving the onslaught of dreamers and Assassins.

"Mother asked me to judge THAT!!!, that mess.... All I see is a handful of dragons from a fairy tale thrown out onto the streets and left to fend for themselves in a modern world. They are uprooted three times. Firstly, they come from a fantasy world and are flesh and blood, secondly, they come from the Middle Ages and are disoriented, and thirdly, they are dragons... thrown into a world of humans.

They have done no harm and are integrated.... is all I have to say but ...Arggh... little Felix... I can't abandon him like this... it's horrible...

Darkia remembered the island with the children mutilated to the core of their genes.

"I hate all those crazy biologists and scientists... I abhor them!"

Deep down she had a little crush on Felix who was a beautiful blue dragon... well a dragonet.

"Ah... in a decade or so... the little one would be really cute..." but she remembered her terror. Darkia was scary... normal... she was an arch-dragon, a superior dragon... but also maybe an arch-nightmare???

She also had to remain neutral and represent her "mother" by being on her best behavior, and, unfortunately, she had to keep her distance.

Especially if Enka demanded the killing of the dimensional refugees that the dragons had become.