《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》A SWORD IN MY HEART
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"Mom, mom, I'm scared! Are we going to die?"
"No, Ivan, I promise you, we'll land."
"But look, Mom, the wing is on fire!"
"Godmother, godmother, I love you. "I said to my grandmother
"I love you too, Ivan, and so do you, my little one."
My grandmother hugged my mommy and mommy hugged me too.
The plane was flying in all directions, as if disoriented, the cabin door was open, there was no cockpit! no more pilots! the plane was on autopilot but the controls were broken, the crew members were trying to put the wires back in place and straighten the bent controls but the wind was rushing in and making the operation almost impossible.
Then we could see the mountains, the snow and a cave.
The trees were lower.
The plane was heading straight for the cave.
"MOTHER!" were my last words
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CRASH, UNBEARABLE PAIN then, nothing more, the Void.......
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I can hardly breathe.
It hurts.
Very badly.
I can't breathe well.
I'm all flabby.
I'm opening my eyes!
The light blinds me, and the sound turns in my head.
I'm dizzy, I can still hear the engines screaming.
But they are cries of death, of dying, of moaning
Fire, fire everywhere!..
People in pieces,
"MUM?"
"GODMOTHER? "I could scream, but a thumping growl came out of my mouth with a lot of blood.
I was blinded, grounded.
Without strength, coughing blood.
I saw a man standing next to me, holding his belly with a terrible wound. He looked at me, defeated and he was holding a shield.....
"Sir!, Sir!, Sir!, Help me!, please!"
Man on the floor:
"HAH, I failed!!!!! You really are a tough guy, Tenebrion! You're happy to see me die, aren't you?"
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"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, help me find my mom... I'm hurt, the plane crashed, I think. Where are we?"
Man on the floor:
"HAHA, that's not true! A kid now! What's your name?"
"Ivan, I'm 6 years old, we were going to Pau but we hit another plane, I think."
Man on the floor:
"Plane? What the hell is this?"
Me: "A flying tube with wings to go from one place to another."
Man: "Do you know what year it is?"
I said, "In 1977?"
Man down:
"HAHAHAHAHA is the best joke. You know, kid, it's 473 and our king is Uther Pendragon!"
Me:" Sir, it hurts! Help!"
My hands are all swollen and my teeth are all broken. I have trouble breathing. And it stings everywhere!
Knight:
"HAhaha, wait, I'll help you... "
And the knight crawled to me!
Me: "Sir, I see you better, why are you so small? I feel like my head is detached from my body."
Knight: "Turn your head a little to look at yourself!"
Me: "Ouch, I'm in too much pain, I don't know! I have paainnn Ouiiiiiiiin!"
SOBS
I had no strength but my tears touched the man and he immediately felt a little better.
Knight: "Oh, my wounds are closing! Then maybe I have a chance."
I had a sword that was planted at the level of my heart I think but probably above but piercing a lung. Blocking my breathing and my strength.
He put his hand on the pommel and hesitated to push the sword deeper or pull it:
"Hey, Ivan, did you see the gold pile over there? Can I get some of it to heal you?"
Me: "I want my mom and my godmother! I don't care about the gold, keep it to pay the doctor!"
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He then pulled the sword out of my chest with a sharp blow: EX CALIBUR
"IIIIIIIED! Are you crazy?"
"HAAAAH HAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I can breathe!
It was almost everywhere and I turned my head and lifted it up!
"What the hell is this thing? Help!"
I saw my paws instead of my hands. I felt a long neck with lots of cuts and slashes.
Then my belly and my legs and my wings and I felt my head.
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DRAGONN!
I'M A DRAGON??????
"Sir, I am a dragon!?" Help? Help?
"Mom, where's my mom?"
COUGH,
Flammable spit!
"Aye, it burns" and I spit fire! fffllllamm!
"Sorry, I didn't touch you, did I?"
Ouch, I have a lot of arrows on me.
"Sir? Why do I have so many arrows stuck, you know why?"
"UTHER, I AM UTHER, THE KING PENDRAGON!
Hello "Ivan the dragon."
Then Pendragon resumed:
"The dragon from whom you inherited the body was a monster that devastated my country, and claimed countless victims.
An army I led just decimated by you. You killed all my men and wounded me to death. You're not responsible because you come from a different time than us. I don't kill children, even with scales.
But you saved me and I'm going to save you. But know that your existence is cursed and cannot be forgiven. People are not able to understand.
They will kill you on sight, my knights too, and even if you surrender, we will have to do justice to widows and orphans by killing you.
Hide in the eternal mountains of snow, and only go out in storms. Otherwise people will chase you and kill you. Then you can live free in the deep jungle to the south, after the sea, after the desert of death. There's no one there and you'll have to be alone. Run away from humans at all costs. Don't trade, no relationships. Never."
Then he spent an hour removing all the arrows and I was bleeding.
Then he asked me, "We're going to bury all these unfortunate people, help me, dragon."
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