Cancun, Guatemala,

Mayan Archaeological Centre and Museum of Mayan Culture. Men and women wearing a brotherhood cloak with a pendant representing the Mayan calendar enter one after the other into a reconstructed temple and descend into its heart. There is a large meeting room and a sacrificial altar in honour of the sun god.

An old but healthy woman lowered her hood, revealing the ritual tattoos of their culture and showing her status as a high priestess.

"Dear brothers and sisters from East and West, we have gathered here, exceptionally, as our quests have just taken great strides.

As you all know, the great reptiles are back among us. Thus our most terrible fears of the prophecy are being fulfilled.

Son, Ricardo, you may speak up

Ricardo: "As you know, the dragons have returned. I had the opportunity to speak with one of them, one of the smartest. His name is Razorback.

They are gentle and delicate creatures who share much of our way of life and culture. My fears about them faded when his interests were programming, and playing on game consoles as children. There was no malice in the one I met. On the other hand, I learned of a hybrid couple and the adherence of a dragon to Christian rites. Which in itself is a good thing. These aren't the bloodthirsty monsters depicted in the history books. Maybe, being cornered and deprived of culture, their size and physique were a threat, but that's in the past."

What shocked me was the commander of the Outland mission. This woman inspires fear and respect for dragons. I saw Razorback, an apparently fearsome dragon, ramping in front of her. She's the winning Artemis hunter!

The dragon asked to go out with her and she said yes!

But that's nothing compared to what I found out.

She's in possession of Seth's disk.

The dragons fear her

The disc reacts in her presence.

She confessed to me that this disc has been a war treasure of her family for 200 years. She has German origins and her ancestor would have been part of the German archaeological expedition.

She showed me a picture of the disk here.

We've come more in 24 hours than we have in two centuries.

This disk must come back to us. The weapon it's meant to reveal must remain in our possession and they don't have to use our disk.

Indeed, when the disks are superimposed, patterns and co-ordinates appear through the scales.

The tongue serves as a cursor and the mouths reveal the coordinates.

So it's up to us to get our hands on their disk and not the other way around.

She also insisted on the fate of the eggs. I hadn't mentioned that word, so she knew the answer.

I was evasive but her question is relevant in the sense that she said that her family was monstrous but did not necessarily make her a monster.

So she instilled doubt in me about whether or not to kill innocent people."

So the wise mother spoke again.

"Son, thank you, you've done a great job, but if the record responds, maybe she's the one! We have to find out for sure.

On the other hand, I'm surprised she's so motivated to come here. It's not normal.

But you didn't look carefully, the dial, it's a different colour, maybe a second chosen one.

When is she due in Cancun? "

"In 2 days, mother"

The Wise Mother, the High Priestess of the Sun, guardian of the Mayan traditions, is called Mother but has no filiation link with Professor Ricardo.

One of the characters present showed a perceptible but discreet irritation. He was visibly annoyed. The disc also reacted towards him, and he already thought he was a Mayan hero. But the arrival here of a foreigner ruined his plans.

He was the chosen one, and not some piss-taker from Nazi-era Germany.

He was the only one recognised by part of the council, but he wasn't the kind of man to talk and complain. He was the kind of man who could solve his problems himself or with experienced mercenary friends.

He stood up in the middle of the cession, followed by half of the council.

He had a lot to prepare.

Meanwhile, at the Luna1 space port, a shuttle was being prepared to return to earth and go directly to Cancun.

The shuttles were very practical and had gyroscopic modules for gliding and its propulsion was electronic. There was no need for flames and dangerous flammable liquids.

Their architecture allowed the transport of cargo, passenger and command modules.

The shuttles could dock with each other and form large combinations.

So I took my leave of my family, not to mention Razoback, who had a fondness for me. He loved Zmei, but my exploits made him turn to me.

Fuchur him, came closer to Auberone and Zmei.

So I didn't hesitate for a moment but a fight broke out in the mess hall between Razorback and Volcano when I went to my shopping appointment.

A pile of prey had been laid out in the corridor and the fire alarm went off.

As soon as I got there, it was a mess. Blood everywhere and the smell of musk was awful.

Water everywhere, the fire robots were spraying Volcano who was furibar with Razorback who had cut him in multiple places. Razor also had swollen eyes and some burns on his wings.

"What's going on here?" I growled!

Razor spoke first: He wanted to stop me from leaving and he jumped on me.

"So, Volcano, why so angry?"

Volcano, tomato red and bubbling: "He takes everything I have from me every time. He nags me and laughs at me But now he wants to take the one I love"...

It didn't click for me at once...

"Who's that" I roar?

"A secret! I can't say here, obviously embarrassed!

So Razor pushed him aside violently and said, "Get out!"

Volcano: "No, you won't get it! "

And he grabbed me and I was shocked by the violence of the shock.

"Ehhh, let go of me Volcano, you've gone mad! Stop it!"

Volcano: "Actually, I've loved you since Arcadia but I never had time to tell you. I'm as close to the red dragons and..."

"STOOOOP, let go of me," I yelled!

I'll go out with you two! But later! Do you realize you could have hurt someone?

But the blood pressure was normal. An artificial environment and a lot of changes and they had no other reference point than sex. We were all twisted and homesick. It's normal for us to fight all the time. I pray nobody gets hurt.

The two dragons were super excited that I said yes and they were doing anything and everything to turn into a human and come with me, but it was impossible.

Two days later, after shopping with my sister, we headed to the spaceport.

Two hours later I was out of breath, stunned, but alive.

The shuttle had crashed in the forest. There were survivors.

I had to come to my senses...

Two hours before:

The shuttle lifted off from the main hangar and in a matter of hours we were in orbit. The view of the earth was magnificent, but it seemed further away than the moon seen from the earth. A few humans were returning on leave or had finished their mission and were going home.

I had priority so we went directly to Cancun from there they would take the local shuttle. We were too far from the space elevator and I was on a secret mission. I had the approval of World who had a renewed interest in ancient artifacts and I had to find traces of these prehuman weapons. You only had to see his collection to understand his interest.

But I had a hunch. I had tried to transform Auberone, but I was afraid that she would turn into another devourer, and especially not here. With resignation, I decided to go alone but Razorback insisted on supporting me with maps, information and logistical support. A heavy task taken from my back. Thank you, Razor.

We were starting our descent but the shuttles were automatic and their wings were implanted in the ship's structure.

There was one pilot, however, and he rushed to the cockpit and sent out a distress call. We were dropping like a stone.

When he opened the control cabin, the console was smoking and the gyroscopic stabilizers were defective. We weren't flying, we were falling like a brick and the air was igniting the hull with friction.

I felt like we were lost.

I rushed to the cockpit which was locked with an armoured door but to his surprise, I opened it like a sheet of paper.

"What are you doing here? We're all going to die! Nothing works anymore. We're going down!"

"Can you still steer the shuttle if I slow the fall?"

"Yes, but you can't, we're going to crash in two minutes. The controls are sabotaged! We're lost. I'm writing to my wife to say goodbye. Do the same!"

Casting Wall of force...

Boom, the fall slows down, the wall slows the friction fall.

Cast Feather fall

We flew over some houses and then the ship lost all control and we got into the canopy and finally the deep jungle and continuing to slide and decrease in altitude, I saw my disc light up and I took control and followed the direction the disc was pointing and finally we crashed into a dense forest.

The ship split in two and the shock was terrible but everyone survived.

The pilot asked me what I did and I said: "telekinesis and mystical arts. You all owe me your lives."

While waiting for help, I packed my things and left to follow the directions on my disk. Leaving the wounded behind. I had to keep going. Ricardo must have been behind it. I didn't trust him anymore.

Then a call on my comm.

Ricardo: "Thank God you're alive. I'm at the spaceport in Cancun and I just heard about the crash. Are there any other survivors?"

"All right, let's cut the comedy here. You're trying to kill me. You want to get rid of me as soon as your sensor detects I'm an devourer. But watch out, I'm a tough cookie and my reputation on Artemis wasn't overrated. Watch out!"

"It's not us. It's an armed faction of the chosen one. You are the chosen one, and your survival is proof of that. The chosen one doesn't want you to take his place, so he wants to eliminate you.

Our priestess is being held hostage at the Celestial Temple near the crash site. There are plenty of mercenaries, be careful. The weapon is rightfully yours."