The dragon child

Heavy fatigue

So we moved back to our first lair, far from all the comforts and I was worried. So much so that I wanted to spend all my nights between AO's secure legs. But I had Graoulle and Snow crying. A baby in a cave with monstrous and kind giants, well, we tried to stay that way.

We also owed a lot to the wolves to watch over us at night and us over them during the day. I was helping them with the hunting and driving away the wolf hunters.

The human pressure on the charge was felt and I felt it dirty by the death of the hunters and soldiers who arrived in waves in the region. They hadn't found the lair yet, but it only took one time, just one time.

They were going to rush into one of Allister's dungeons to kill themselves. Looking for us. Theodoric tolerated us unofficially but he had to obey Clovis and tensions were rising.

An expedition was sent to me from time to time with the only reason to eliminate the inconveniences and annoyances and I was always informed of the number, location and weapons and poisons...

But it was winter, very bright during the day and raw and humid at night with polar temperatures.

People were hungry and prey was scarce. The forest was emptying and often I was tempted to attack the farms.

I couldn't take it anymore... I was praying to Corso to move forward... I asked AO, if there was anything I could do on my side and I wanted Dad, Mom, Leucaruth and Volcania.

At night, I moaned at them.

I was too attached. I couldn't get used to the idea that we would probably never see each other again.

The dragon ego was taking over, continued the human ego, as if frozen at 11 years old... I was 16 now and I was terrified not to see it again, that if we had to stay here forever, I had sent Leucaruth into an unknown world, like in death or in the claws of mad zoologists or worse in Allister's claws, capable of crazy shots. And in the end. My real nightmare, in addition to staying here to be attacked non-stop while waiting to lose once, is to reappear at my 11th birthday, human, Leucaruth locked up and hating me with our little bride to a lab life. Or simply forgotten.

I have a kind of suicidal craving because I can no longer handle the stress, the pressure. A day or a few months, it's fine but 5 years... It's a nightmare.

And the more Ancalagon, Graoulle and Dingding reassured me, I was even more stressed.

AO knew what was eating at me, but she was caught between intervening and getting punished and fixing the fuss so that we could get out of trouble. Although she was reborn many times, she was especially afraid of losing this reincarnation because it was the only one in hundreds of thousands of years that offered her a new life, a chance to leave this hell... She too feared the chains of the leviathan and the skin chamber...

She still has the vivid memory of punishment in other lives in this hell.....

..

Doudouuuuuuuuu.. Doudouuuuuu... I wept in my sleep.

It was hellish...

Ancalagon hit me and Graoulle was crying

"Please, Amphisbaene, we can't take it anymore!

I'm going to sleep in the other room......

Graoulle followed, Ancalagon, disappointed. "You're a dragon... not a wimp... pull yourself together! Ancalagon will eventually run away from you!

-"Pardon Graoulle..."

-"You know well that a dragon does not apologize or ask for forgiveness... He's making amends...! You're not an 11-year-old or even a 6-year-old anymore... don't you want me to change your diapers?