It goes without saying that the rate of accumulation of armor and gold in the lair will be a real problem for Ignar and my mother.

I was searching the "brol"(mess) he was bringing back and I found some grimoires and I put them aside.

Just that my father only looked at gold or what shone. A broken mirror was more valuable than a ring.

I couldn't read what was in the grimoires, I didn't know the local writing but the pentacles and formulas were written in Walloon! I understood Walloon, but it was, during my lifetime, an almost dead language spoken by the very old. It was also the language of the "macrâles", the witches.

Then I put away "my" belongings, including a magician's dress and, strangely enough, it was my size. She also had a hood and I found an invisibility cloak.

I'm testing it and it's funny.

I put it over my head and I move in front of my father who frowned on his nose and spit: " It smells like snot in here! Go wash in the lake and then"...

My mother came home with two rabbits for us and started moaning and squealing. She wanted to go hunting again, but my father blocked her way:

"GRRRRRR, AND ME?????? You know very well I'm eating the first one! And you're kidding me! You only brought two rabbits!"

SLASH, a tail kick to the side, the part least protected by scales!

Her yellow flank turned blue as blood accumulated in the hematoma.

He had just broken her ribs!

"Where are they?

GRRRRR!"

He started looking for us, but my little sister was taking refuge against her wing.

He tapped hard with the sword of his tail and broke Mom's wing!..

"GGRRAAAAAAOOOOO??????"

I ran to Mom's back and grabbed my Wyvern sister to drag her out of the cave.

She wanted to hold on to Mom, but Mom threw her out towards the exit, condemning her to certain death since we couldn't fly. Still under the cape, I grabbed hold of it and prevented its vertiginous fall.

My mother wanted to revolt but was knocked out and raped, unconscious.

Then my father spat at my mother:

"Look, if you don't put some of yours on, I'm gonna make myself a double appetizer. And then it'll be two less mouths to feed. I love eating your eggs.

You're just a laying hen to me! And be glad I'm keeping you alive. There's a waiting list of other wyverns to take your place.

If you're not happy, and you want to leave me, the exit is the entrance to my mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHA"

He then spat a sheaf of flame towards our nest, which vaporized instantly.

I didn't have a name, but I thought of the legendary creatures and violence.

"Auberone will be your name," I said to my sister.

"And I'll be called....Vermithraxa!"

"Come on, let's run! If you want to live! Come on, come on."

Auberone was crying "mama"

The rock was scraped and the steep ravine descended.

We were scared, very scared.

We bled to the young claws and the fact that we were light and small, we arrived without too much breakage or injury down there.

It was getting dark, the sun was passing behind the mountain and the valley was getting dark.

I was looking for shelter at all costs, no time to admire the scenery.

We certainly had an army after us, wild animals and a cannibal wyvern that could come at any time.

Then we heard cries of pain and a roar and flames came out of the lair like a cannon shot. Except the ball and bullet was our falling mother.

She crashed near us, in the lawn, half charred and terrible bites on her neck, traces of forced and violent mating.

Auberone wanted to rush to our mother but I held her back and...

"PLAF", Our father sits on her dead body lying there :

"This will teach you to challenge me! And he roared more beautifully then, I had a high heart:

He began to devour her in front of us!

"Hey, kids, BRAVO, you survived the second day! A word of advice, climb the trees, there are wolves and forest lions who are very hungry. And if I see you, I'll eat you! HAHAHAHAHAHA"

"I will think, to spare you if you survive the 3rd day, HAHAHAHAHA.

I have more fun with you than with your stupid mother" And he tore off a big piece of Mom's flesh.

I held my heart up high and shed tears for this poor creature who was kind and loved us.

We will run with all our legs to get away from this natural slaughterhouse and without knowing it, we would go south, towards the dense forest and away from the mountains.

It is true that the mountains, for little ones, were even more dangerous. We would have been out in the open. We might as well be living targets. Big red dots.

No, towards the forest, mixing with prey and rubbing in the grass to mask our smell, that's the solution and climbing trees!

We would run, we would run and we were out of breath and then we saw big trees. The further down the mountain we went, the taller the trees became.

The fir branches were scratching on our scales but we had reached our limits.

I then decided to climb a tree and climb high enough to sleep.

It wasn't too difficult with our big claws.

Then, what I feared most appeared, the wolves...