I am a dragon! Help me! (TOME 4 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Dragon vs Dragon

The rage rose in me and I thought about role-playing buffs and magic. I thought about shields and suddenly a blue aura enveloped me and I felt my scales and skin get stronger.

Then strength and power and speed rushed through me and I was ready. I was supposed to save or finish off the kid, but just as I was mixing it up, the dragon caught the screaming kid in his mouth and bit him in half: YOU WILL NOT EAT HIM HERE, IT'S MY PREY AND IT'S MY TERRITORY! GET OUT!

GRROOOAAAAAAR did I and I rushed at the dragon. The impact was terrible and several trees fell to the ground.

I was accelerating so fast that I moved on the spot like a pogona on the floor without advancing. It was hilarious. But It was far from laughing!

The black dragon was surprised by my abnormal strength and tried to bite me and with my hands - paws his jaw in the open position - and I opened. He struggled and tried to scratch but his claws were not sharp enough and they slipped over mine. He gave me violent blows with his tail ending in a club and I did the same but I had a sting and like a scorpion I stuck it in his chest and a few moments later he spat out his venom towards me but it slipped on my magic shield and he breathed his last.

The children screamed and shouted and some were horribly injured.

Groooaaar made them shut up and told them, I have come to save you. I am a nice dragon. I don't eat human flesh and I am an 11 year old child like you! my name is Mark. But the children were in a state of shock and did not listen, more, desperate, resigned, hurt.

My God, what a monster! Ah yes, salt! I need salt!

The children saw me move away and some of them took advantage of the situation to save themselves. But they had to go through me. Determined to die, two of them ran and passed in front of me, astonished that I did not react or try to catch them. They did not try their luck twice.

I filled 2 huge buckets with salt by scraping the wall and then I picked up the injured children and laid them on my back, some on their stomachs, others on horseback. I finished on foot and passed the 2 runaways without paying attention. They thought I was going to trap them but I did not, so I went past them and rushed into the big room.

I cleaned the wounds of the children and those who were bleeding I tried minor care as in my role-playing games and miraculously the wounds closed.

But I plated the cuts with honey and prepared a hot bath in an old wooden tine.

The children became colored again and all began to cry.

There was bread, honey and cooked meat and a little salt.

Some children came to caress me and asked me why I had saved them. To fatten them up and eat them later?

I told them that a month ago I was like them and I ended up like a dragon. I will never eat the children and my name is Mark.

I hide from the men because I am afraid of being killed, but since I saw the carnage of the other fat one, I feel a little reassured!

A minimum of contact is enough for me! A little barter and a few friends to kill time is fine with me.

The two fugitives arrived at the door and shouted: Help, help open, There are dragons outside, they ate our friends and family, we have nowhere else to go, it's raining and it's cold! Please open!

I shouted: on the other side of the door, through the murderer, wait, I unlock the door and when you have entered, close the door and put the hinge on.

The Children opened, or rather half-opened the big door and closed it again and then put the big beam back in place, the hinge.

As soon as the doors closed, I opened the two doors to the cave under the tower.