On Alpha, an earth-like planet, life has developed.
I am a wyvern born in a Jurassic world but very colourful.
Survival is difficult, especially when you are very small.
This is my daily life.
I have a thirst for adventure and one day my parents dis...
In the building at the foot of our 'termite mound', which really wasn't to everyone's liking, Mum had transported me on a huge cushion and veterinary surgeons and doctors were at my bedside.
But it was Maxime who was the most specialised, while Zalar had sent his specialist doctors, but even if our physical appearance resembled a cross between a snake, a lizard and a pterodactyl, the comparison ended there.
Xaida and Etincelle examined me and I was strangely the same size I'd been when I was still a teenage Dragon: 5 metres.
I was flaccid, unresponsive and my pupils were dilated.
I was breathing but that was all.
Etincelle and xayda tried to astralise to see what was happening. But all they could see was a stairwell running up a wall whose patterns were repeated over and over again.
The base in bottomless darkness, absolute blackness and above, a thin infinite line, as if the staircase had no end.
At the far end, along the wall, wyverns hovered and each flight of stairs was like a photograph showing the phases of flight. It was insane.
A doctor looked at my limp body and then the verdict came.
"Mir is in a coma... he can't wake up, his waking system is paralysed. Sometimes people in the same situation wake up after 48 hours, but after that phase, he can stay like this for months, years or even never. His body will eventually break down, his muscles will start to melt and so will his fat reserves.
We may be able to keep him on a drip for a few years, provided his skin doesn't turn into bedsores, which would mean death in a few weeks, with the wounds spreading and turning into ulcers and then generalised infection. The kidneys usually fail first, and the rest follow within 3 days at most. Medicines for humans may be different for dragons, and we must pray that he wakes up".
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In the meantime I fell and fell and finally ended up in the cold sea water.
The water was icy cold and I had no strength left. I moaned and cried like a wyvern, but the bottomless water pulled me down.
Only my snout was still showing, in a last effort to breathe.
I cried like a child, then my whole body was swallowed up by the abyss and I lost consciousness.
I saw myself forgetting, losing my knowledge, losing my family and as I lost consciousness, I knew that I would never wake up again and my struggle to stay conscious was lost.
Then the cold, salty water rushed into my nostrils and I wanted to breathe in, but it was only liquid death.
A final groan underwater, and a few tears...
Then the fall...
The loss of self
the silence.
and my senses disappeared, the last being my hearing.
