《Dragon's Misery》The King's visit.
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King Star was officially visiting the academy.
He arrived unexpectedly and wanted to see the classrooms.
He entered the audience under a cape to discreetly mingle with the students.
Professor Miramar, from the course against the forces of evil, was in the middle of explaining one of a pentacle and the importance of knowing the time and date to change the inscriptions according to the infernal or angelic clock.
Quite complex calculations without knowledge of differential equations but it was a piece of cake for me:
I raised my paws first.
"Yes, Vermithraxa, have you already calculated? "
"Yes, Lord Miramar, I used a differential equation to know the exact date the statistics are imprecise and there is only one correct answer possible."
"But you wouldn't know, there's a square root of zero blocking. "said Miramar.
"But I used complex numbers"
"Complex numbers? "
"Yes, with virtual variables we can find the solution and find a simple formula."
"Come to the board and explain your reasoning."
"So we take I and put it here, here and there and then the formula straightens up and we get to that answer."
"Fabulous."
ppsstt, Lord, there's a stranger in the room, he's armed and has armor under his cloak. Do I have to protect the students...????
Then Miramar recognized the look of King Star himself and I came between him and Star to protect my teacher and his students.
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP made Star by straightening up and removing its cloak.
"Well done, I see here a studious class and very interesting students.
I also see a student who immediately detected my murderous aura and began to protect her classroom.
Vermithraxa and Auberone, I see, I see."
We threw ourselves to the ground and cried: "Please, Majesty, we won't do it again!"
Star: "Will not do what anymore?"
Me:" We don't know, Breathe? we'll hide, we'll show ourselves more, we'll hide our appearance, but we can't do it yet... Sorry, Excuse me Majesty"
The king, he straightened himself up, all happy.
"This is an attitude I appreciate. At least you know your place, so I don't have to remind you.
You human students, Argonians and Kajit and a half, this applies to you too. I am your king and I can do and undo your status as I see fit. And my will has state force.
Here, I saw a studious class as I see fit. Keep going.
Then I'll go inspect the dormitories and our two new students."
The king then came out and the tension decreased.
Everyone looked at us and those who feared for their lives saw the usefulness of our sharpened senses.
After the tension had subsided, we all went to get ready and dress accordingly.
Auberone and I have put a very large bow tie on the neck, scarves on the front legs to hide our elbows and skins out of modesty and a loincloth with an ornate belt so as not to be completely naked in front of the king and a simple red dress with scaly patterns to hide our knees.
Leather strips covered our claws for modesty and protection and a sheath protected our tail stinger to prevent injury or poisoning by accident.
A silk veil hung between our forehead and muzzle to hide our faces. It was a bit of a tale of a thousand and one nights and gave us a vague look of oriental dancers.
But it was our decoration and theme, the sword dance, oriental dance. Vaguely known from Zanzar but unknown to the King.
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After visiting the dormitories and rooms of the lords and high nobles of the academy, he went down to see our dungeon.
He expected to see a cave with skins everywhere and a fire pui and alcoves at best with a large nest in the middle.
On the contrary, he entered the palace of the Thousand and One Nights
Our presence was masked and then arabesque music began and appeared with our wyvenene sails and we started dancing... chairs and tables appeared and an invisible servant brought refreshments to the King.
Then the story of Scheherazade and the king who wanted to kill her was told and the story of Aladdin, the genius and the magic lamp.
Zanzar was married and at the end of the show a tajine and couscous buffet with exotic fruits, almonds and honey were made available.
Then we crawled on all fours and crawled in the presence of the king. We didn't dare say anything anymore.
Star :
"If I didn't say I was moved, I'd be a liar. You made me dream, you made me travel, you opened my eyes to other worlds and cultures.
Your illusions are perfect and without malice. Although I see through it, I see here a serious work.
What I would like so much that those of your species could take an example from you. I hope you won't be the only Wyverns in the world capable of such feats.
"I want to see you tomorrow at the council"
We cleaned up the mess and went out by the lake to freshen up.
I liked to swim on my back and wave my tail to move forward. With our wings, we made a kind of semi-covered buoy and let ourselves go in the moonlight. It was magical.
We still made friends at the academy and as we were good at math other students liked to do group with us and especially for the snacks of the magic feast. We also baked real pastries
We were nervous and other students came with us and settled in the room at the back.
Then Zanzar arrived and he waved to follow him. We were dressed as dancers but less sexy, more sober but we gave an oriental style. More mystical and better suited not to fall into ridicule. We were borrowing from the Argonian style. With jewels and feathers in our horns. We had to be presentable, clean and neat in front of a king and his court.
A board member saw that we had no chains and got a little scared and exclaimed!
"Brother Zanzar, I see trained wyverns but I don't see chains. Even a trained bear has a muzzle and its legs tied."
"SSss, Auberone, don't say a word. NOTHING, especially shut up. OKAY???"
"Yes!"
Zanzar: "Allow me to introduce you to Vermithraxa and her sister Auberone."
We made a female gesture of greeting at court.
They are not animals but full members of the Magic Academy. They are thinking beings like us and who are not animals.
"You can speak Vermithraxa"
"Your Majesty, Lords and Nobility of the Empire, I thank you for the grace you grant us to be in your presence. "
We knelt down and asked the council for mercy so that we would not be thrown in jail and killed.
"Please, humans, we've never hurt or hurt people."
STAR stands up and speaks.
"Yesterday, I saw a show that moved me. Could you dance for us?"
A spell of music but no illusion was cast and the sword dance was danced. Then an oriental buffet was made to appear and we went back to the back of the room.
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Then a member of the board says. What proves that you are aware of yourself?
"We are monsters and we apologize on behalf of the members of our race.
We know how to read, write, count and cook, but we also pray to the Lord and we are named.
"Ahem, yes, it changes everything."
Then the council withdrew and we were thanked. We had to stay until after deliberation.
The king stood up and spoke.
Lords and nobles. I just received a letter from former wyvern trainers.
In the past, we had an order of dragon knights. Courageous knights who were reckless.
I'm asking you where are they?
Anyone? No one? Hello?
No!
I'll tell you what it is. They ALL passed through the stomachs of their mounts.
Some were loved by their horses but were devoured by their neighbours' horses and those who survived fled or were transferred. After a certain age, when they are defensive, wyrmes attack anything that represents a threat. And they appreciate human flesh.
Our two civilized wyrmes, finally dragons, are the daughters of our dear Ignar. Imagine the madness of the stakeholders? Hundreds of lives lost, when I say hundreds, we are closer to a thousand than anything else. I'm talking about more than 900 dead. Only one Dragon.
Men, women, children, soldiers, merchants, horses, slaves and all that gold and all those shattered lives and all those devastated villages.
They're just child dragons. But what does he guarantee us that they will not turn against us?
Ignar worked for us, He spoke our language like them and was very intelligent. He was raised by my grandmother. But I saw his eyes full of hatred and jealousy and one day he did this to me."
and he shows a horrible scar on his back.
We trembled and made each other very small.
"YOU TWO, YES YOU TWO, TELL US WHAT YOU ARE! HAVE THE COURAGE TO TELL THE TRUTH AND I MAY BE MERCIFUL. AND ABOVE ALL, STOP SAYING SORRY. A KING HAS NO MERCY. HE IS JUST AND HIS JUDGMENT IS ABSOLUTE."
sss shut up Auberone......
"Sire, lords,
The King is right. We are monsters.! Centuries of violence cannot be stopped all at once. Your men paid a high price for trusting the dragons.
I'm a monster child. I admit it. We didn't choose to be born Wyvern or human.
As soon as I saw the light, my brothers and sisters killed each other. My father, he was amused.
I saw a sword and a breastplate my belly still attached to an umbilical cord. I skewered my brother who was jumping on me to eat my stomach.
My mother wanted to help us and stop the carnage, her heart was broken. I protected my little sister who was not violent. My father tried to eat her and I stung him in the paws so he would leave her alone. My poor mother was bitten and beaten cruelly for intervening. To allow us to save ourselves and not be devoured, she sacrificed herself, but the hardest thing for us is not knowing her name. Ignar slit her throat and ate her and there she was. I think it is the selection of the most brutal at birth that determines the violence and cannibalism of our species. The eggs must be separated and the rawest or most voracious eggs must be eliminated. Males have nothing to do in the nest. As long as the females are submissive, they will be monsters. I would like to add that before I became a dragon, I was human. I perished crushed and reincarnated as a wyvern. Again, I apologize for all the harm we're doing."
Councillor Clarck:" Vermithraxa, you confirm our suspicions. And you admit to being monsters, yet I have a report here that you took care of an old man on behalf of John, whom you consider your foster father. For this reason you will be spared because you have proven that you respect human life and that you are a part of it whether you like it or not. But as the king said, his word is absolute and no exceptions can be made.
Although the board here admires your courage and frankness. This allows you to continue your studies. But as soon as they are finished you will no longer be students and thus the protection of the academy you enjoy will no longer be there. We will not pursue you until you break the law, but of course you will have to leave the city and settle away from men. It is up to you to convince the dragons or your descendants that a life in harmony with humans is possible. At that time, we will decide on your fate. You will not be asked for your opinion but the opinion of the people you live with.
Here, what saves you are the testimonies of Paul, Mary and the Letter sent during John's lifetime who begged us to spare you, even though his son was killed by your father"
I cut it off: "Ignar is not my father, it's John!"
"Please be quiet when I speak!" - Clarck shouted.
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Star stood up: "Everything has been said! Now go back to the academy and don't disappoint us!"
We left in the English style and as a precaution, we cast the shield spell on us. I knew it would be like this.
Auberone: They are terrible.
I: "They are right. Auberone, counts 100 dragons, counts the number of human deaths... 100,000.
"1 in 8 people have lost a family member to our peers."
We are an enemy, a scourge to humans. Remember, we are not human.
DON'T LET IT BE LOSE. YOU'LL NEVER BE! AND NEITHER DO I.
I was human and you know what? I am proud to be a dragon.! It is up to us to raise a new generation of stronger and especially MORE intelligent dragons."
Auberone: "And what are you going to do then?"
"HAHA, in my old world, we also had weapons but a million times more terrible. And I know how to build them. They'll taste it!"
"What kind of weapons? "
"Guns, lasers, bombs, ballistic missiles, chemical and biological weapons and nuclear weapons. I built a neutron gun with lead lenses for my thesis and it requires rare earths and an accelerator and centrifuges. It's very complex but the magic of transmutations makes it possible to do without all this and we could do terrible things. But this kind of weapon is not used to be used. It's used to scare people! And fear gives peace to the madmen."
But in the meantime, we have to search everything we can use in the academy.
We'll never be magicians, but we'll be shaman dragons and we'll protect our race like that. It's undercover."
"I love you, Vermithraxa."
"I love you too Auberone".
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