Ohhhh, it's beautiful! The sea, the mountains, the flowery valleys.

The Mountain, firs, deciduous trees, streams, lakes ooooh how beautiful it is!

The weather is mild, cool at the top and warm at the bottom! Full of game! Full full full full full...

And these tall grass, what a comfortable mat. I let myself land on my stomach on a cushion of tall grass. The water is delicious. Fish! Fish!

Ahh it's on I'm moving in here.

Quick, let's see if there are any villages around here that can bother me. ?? After making a point to the clouds, finally the little one there was, NAN, nobody.

I then drop like a dead leaf and splash into the lake.

Mhhh, the water is good, not too cold or too hot, perfect

LALALLA LALALAL LLA (I take my bath while singing)

Then my instincts take over: I stand on a high rock overlooking the valley and:

ROOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!

To tell the prey that the holidays are over, and that now you'll have to look after me!

It's so nice here.

I'm preparing a fire, actually I don't need it, but I'm less afraid of the dark like that and it keeps the plagues away.

I go up the stream a little and fall on rocks heated by the sun that give back the heat all night! and a crack to hide inside!

I go up the stream a little and fall on rocks heated by the sun that give the heat back all night! and a crack to hide inside.

Perfect, here on the stones, they won't see my takeoff and landing marks and it's cleaner. The stream will be able to drain the blood and I can wash my legs before going to sleep.

Thus, I set up a small cave, under the rocks, digging was very easy, the stone being friable, it was easy to evacuate the pieces. I used to chop the gravel and it was also used to wake me up at night if I walked on it: CR CR CR CR of the gravel it is an excellent alarm.

I set up an alcove and a hole to store my bell and ladle, my only possessions.

I would still like to have some gold coins, you never know and jars with salt to make cured meats. But where can I find salt?

To be seen later!

The herbs smell good! Thyme, rosemary, salvia, I collect a lot of herbs with different scents and put them to dry. I hang them up and it gives the cave a pleasant smell.

Then I spot clay and start playing with it. I make a fortified castle and roll in the clay. No one to yell at me.

What a carnage! I'm rolling in the herd and I look like a thing.

HAHAHAHA,

That's funny. It's funny.

I get it in my head to do a potter's wheel, but it's harder than hard. We need a tray and a motor. But there's no motor.

An oven, yes,

I then took blocks of stones and started making an oven. But it's more like a BBQ!

After several days of mistakes, I found that it had to be closed and it looks more like an ant mound than anything else and it's a disaster!

In rage I broke the oven into a thousand pieces with such a strong tailstroke that I hurt myself.

KAI KAI KAI KAI! I had to carry my tail in my mouth because it hurt so much and then I had to soak it in cold water to relieve my pain.

So I decided to make dolls... Shit, everything's disgusting, too pasty, too wet, I can't make it!

You'd need a potter to show me how to do it!

I rinse myself in the lake because I'm a stinking shape like turtles in a muddy crappy aquarium...Ugh.

I went to rinse myself in a waterfall before then I decided to go see a village down the mountains.

I go there at dawn before people go out and inspect the streets and I see a potter's badge, oh a butcher, oh a grocer and the guard staring at me! I jump on the guard before he screams and I say, "Shhhh!"

He's on the floor under one of my legs, but I didn't hurt him.

"Guard, I don't want to hurt you! Shut up and you'll be safe!"

He nodded.

"I want a potter who explains to me how to do it! And I'm looking for salt mines! I promise not to attack the city or anyone else. I'm a nice dragon! OKAY? I released my paw and you didn't scream!"

"MERCY DRAGON" and he passed out.!

Then I saw the potter's shop. He opened his shop and lifted the boards that were used to display his pots. He hadn't noticed me and I was looking at his comings and goings.

Then he went to sit in front of his turn and there was a stone wheel that he turned with his foot and made him gain speed. The axis was held by bones to rotate faster.

"Whoa," I exclaimed!

He then took some soil which he wet and filtered and then after having some very red soil he added a very small amount of water with a sponge or a brush and with his fingers the vases took shape

"Are you interested, kid? Not having looked at me. So with my child's voice as small as possible:

"Mr. Potter, I would love for you to teach me! I would like jars for salt and cured me. But I can only pay in game."

"Ah, can you hunt? And bring back meat?"

"Yes, I have plenty of them! Skins, bears, deer, rabbits."

"But the skins are still pierced with arrows and spears and they lose quality."

"But, Mr. Potter, my prey has a broken neck and no arrows."

"But a child who breaks a man's neck..."

And he sees me!

Dr. dd DRAGON!

"Yes, I am! I'm a dragon!"

He wanted to escape but he was stuck in his room and my head was in it!

The other villagers were sounding the alarm.

Sir, potter, please, teach me!

"NOOOOONNNN, please don't eat me, paaaasssss!"

"Shit," I said!

"Sorry, but I don't have a choice.!"

I grab the potter and take him by air to my pottery field.

Now I put him down on the ground and he squats down, arms in defense!

"No no no, I don't want to die."

I started to turn around him and on a pile of FFLLAm wood! I blew on it, and showed him that running away was useless.

"Mr. Potter, I said! I beg your pardon. But I'm a dragon and I didn't ask to be one! So you're going to teach me how to make little pots. Okay...? Okay?... I growled!"

"You'll have food and there's drink."

"If you're cold, I have a fire and there's a shelter there!"

The potter cried and told me that he has children to feed and that his wife is a herbal grocer.

"Great, your wife will help me find spices for my meals."

"Are you going to eat me and then eat it?" he cried.

"NO, no, no, no and no! I NEVER KILLED a human being, okay?

I was born human and then I became like that PAF all of a sudden so shit FUCK and FUCK!

Here, here's a skin, write that you're alive and I'll bring you back when my first jar is successful. Say you have food, water and warmth. I also want your wife to put spices on so I can recognize them in a skin on the roof. I'm immune to poisons. "

"Pack your things and don't you dare run away, I'll find you immediately. I won't kill you, but I can drop you off in a desert without water... to your fate!"

Potter: "You're still mean to do this to me!"

"Listen to me, POTTER!

I won't say it again twice!

I want to buy you pots and you cry. I don't have all day! What do you want? What do you want? That I break down your house to leave with jars that are too small anyway."

Potter says Ok, lowering his head, undo it!

"I'm going to hunt and bring game to your wife! They won't starve to death like that! Okay?"

I took off, very angry. I'm not used to being upset like that.

Is that my dragon instincts?

Probably!

I am becoming more and more dragon and less and less human. I feel it and I'm afraid I want to go back to school so badly, to see my friends, my family, my bed and my mother again.

I hunt and quickly find a good big boar and drop it in the garden with the scroll of the kidnapped potter.

There are the usual bells and trumpets in the village as soon as they spotted me.

But during this time, the blacksmiths were working hard and the local lord obtained reinforcements from the north, from the places where I passed.

Portable carroballista, Roman spear throwers were under construction, repeating ballistas, tile throwers and nets were woven with catapult weights. They worked day and night and in secret.

With the potter, we built a proper oven with sealing boards and refractory bricks and canopies for blowing, and a bellows made of leather. I cut a miller's wheel instead of a potter's wheel, 10 times the size. and I got my first turn.

He showed me the techniques and I made my first drink. I made a very beautiful one afterward and he forgot for a few moments that I was a dragon.

A huge jar was made for him and I carried it to his house and a family bathtub with a heating compartment. Something Roman improved.

When he saw that our realization was leaving by air and arrived at his home like a flying crane, he was all happy. His wife was also happy that he was alive.

To compensate you, Potter!

I said goodbye but at that moment a net came to be caught in my spikes and pulled me to the ground, towed by horses and a jack

A kind of trebuchet aimed at me and I blew fire on the net which burned instantly. And freed me but the javelin was thrown and pierced my hind leg.

Crossbow bolts were fired and lodged in my side and tail. I was bleeding hard and I took off crying in pain like a child who had a boo-boo!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Haaiiiie A

CRYING OUT LOUD

PAINFULNESS

BUTCHERS!

WICKED!

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM!

I couldn't remove the javelin that looked like a shark harpoon more than anything else. And the bolts were like a long black spiral arrow made of hard cast iron. They pierce my scales. And go deep inside.

Ouiinn!, I can't get them out, it hurts too much! Paiiiiinnnnl!