The tower was almost in ruins... through a huge breach in the ceiling, one could contemplate the dark and disturbing sky.
he moon was partially masked by the mist and a strange silence reigned around us.
No screams from small animals... or even the biggest ones...
And then Gromon started snoring! What a pain in the ass that dwarf is!
I can't wait to get back to my normal size.... A dragon... it has to be very big and scary!
They're all asleep... my two sister dragons and the damn midget;
It's a real concert now... Zzzz.... Rrrr... It's unbearable...
I should walk a little... I'm so sad for Grandma; she was so sweet and gentle. She was the prettiest of the grandmothers, she really took care of herself; she went to the hairdresser every month to have her beautiful white hair cut.
I remember she smelled like vanilla... and maybe strawberry too...
I want to snort! Sniiiif! Yesiiin!
And then I hear a voice: - Don't cry, little one! Groarrr???? Who is there????
- Don't you recognize me... my Marcus?
I know that voice!!!!!
It looks like.... Groarrr... grandma????
A silhouette slowly comes out of the semi-darkness.... I find the beautiful snow-colored hair... the charming smile and even its scent!
Groarrr... I'm so happy... I throw myself between his arms to offer me a maxi hug!!!!! Sluuurp.... Sluuurp.... I couldn't help but lick Grandma... she didn't really like it!
- I mean, Marcus.... stop it right now... It's weird... she's usually so adorable!
It's probably because I'm a dragon...
Sniiive! Yesiiin! Grandma doesn't like me anymore....
She seems sorry for causing me pain:
- My poor little heart... don't cry... She surrounds me tenderly with her arms and offers to prepare me a good hot chocolate in her kitchen.
Yummy! I'm going to enjoy it! We cross a small door in a semi-circle... I hadn't seen it before...
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The dragon child
FantasyPublied also on RR Marcus is an 11-year-old child. Like all boys of his age, he loves video games, fantasy and role-playing. Falling into a hole, he leaves the cave but transformed into a magical and legendary creature. A Vouivre, a kind of Wyverne...