The dragon child

A very sad End

Thanks to Allister, knowledge of magic became from apprentice to illusionist, alchemist and necromancer but also a little priest but I diverged from him with everything that was hellish. I also did invocations and he taught me the art of summons.

In secret I learned the basics to Leucaruth as dimensional space, invisibility and minor illusion. Also, the very useful message and the opening spell.

It was painful but she still succeeded in these spells and small cares.

Ancalagon was also at the same level and I trained them to sleep and charm.

I mastered Allister's machine which was finally ready.

I wanted to keep some pieces to make a second one when I understood that it was not the mana that was absorbed on the activation slabs by the "volunteers". I may have been smart, but I was still a 13-year-old brat who still swallowed everything and anything...

The volunteers were sacrificed. It was a death machine. And the worst part was that Procyon had built the same one... And he knew...!

I don't say anything to the dragons to avoid terrorizing them, but it was despicable.

Allister's human assistant was also working on her projects. He smiled sadly at me when I looked at the woman full of mysteries.

He let go of me one day: "It started for you and Ancalagon..."

Curious, what was I asking?

"This is your ordeal and that of Ancalagon." The woman was young, with blond hair but her eyes were undefinable. Every time I saw her, she had a different hairdo and different eyes. She was freezing my blood.

"Father, who is it?"

- My assistant librarian. Basically, my little hands....

Me: "What's your name?", curious as hell.

She looked me in the eye and a terror suddenly took me. Then I lowered my eyes and pushed a little plaintive moan, as if the animal self wanted to protect me from a super predator.

Then I run away from the room.

Then Allister sent me a message with his thoughts:

"Get ready, we'll start soon. Get your affairs in order. You can take anything you want from the dungeon or the library. My wife and I are going to leave with Leucaruth."

At this announcement, I had a horrible feeling.

I ran to my little sister and hugged her tightly.

"We're moving to the old tower! Then a detail came to mind: Procyon... What if he had been in cahoots all along?

Orval,... A big lie... The machine with human sacrifices...he never intended to use it on himself... He's going to keep the box of laments to himself.....

We packed our bags and left in the English style.

Meanwhile Romulus Auguste, had arrived at Adrien's wall in Scotland and joined the last Roman legions, abandoned and merged with the local population, founding families and villages.

The Armies of Odoacre and Vortigyn were crushed by the legionaries who thus regained control of Brittany.

With his engraved sword CAI - IVL - CAES - ENSIS CALIBVRNVS translated as "Sword of steel I was forged for Caius Julius Caesar IV" and whose letters erased by time and corrosion later gave birth to the myth of Excalibur, Romulus changed his name to Celtic and became Uther Pendragon, carrier of the magic sword Excalibur and supported by Ambrosinus, known as Merlin the Enchant.