《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》Escape route
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I was dizzy. I was super unhappy and now I felt bad because I had blood on my hands....
And then these lackeys around me....
This gigantic lion...
I was afraid of heights.
These weapons...
"You have to hide everything."
Then I went to the garage and started building my delta wing again.
It was a very simple bar with 2 pulso jets, 2 handles and a tank, all foldable
All you have to do is stretch the wings and lean on the bar and the engine pushes and you don't have to make any effort. and I can move very fast and to make it work, a little saliva and liquid grease. the plane is me! and a pulsojet is a nozzle with a valve. stupid to make go.
I was preparing a camping bag with just a few pots and pans and a grill and some spices and some gold and children's clothes.
My instincts told me to run away, run away from demons, run away from men and run away from heroes.
Zaaar came to me: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm out of here! And you should do the same!!!!!!"
Zaaar fell off his feet! "Ivan, why are you leaving? Don't you want to be a demon lord?"
"I don't care! I want to play marbles....You scare me and you know what? It smells like cabbage in here!"
I started the engine and threw a Molotov cocktail in the garage that caught fire and pulled myself out in the middle of the night, towards the northwest.
Goodbye Kanda-ar, Bye bye Magestia.... Fuck! And I left with a "Finger of Honor"
The engine was very comfortable, I could rest and it took over. Then, to save energy, I flapped my wings and had a speed and the pulso jet would light up when my speed slowed down.
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Rooaar, I was brushing the snow-covered peaks and moving at a mad speed...
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Axula, was blindfolded, her magic being ineffective because of the iron splinters.
Then Vertix arrived with an iron circle and a note.
"Dear Ezra, Dear Axula and Dear Will, I have decided to leave forever. May time erase our mutual hatred and one day learn to forgive each other. I've suffered for years, but it's time for Axula to heal. I hope that when she recovers her sight, she will open her eyes and reopen her heart.
Zaaar waits for her to make her fall into a unicorn of darkness if she continues on her path of war and revenge.
The army of darkness is born of resentment, injustice and hatred. Dragons can start such phenomena because of their strength.
On my side, I got scared and all this power made me dizzy. I lost my mind because of my anger and suffering.
I apologize to those who suffered because of me and I left a little gold in the 2 towers to compensate the families of the victims.
Here a magnet, it's a special stone that likes iron.
Use it to attract splinters in her eyes, then a treatment and it should be fine.
I have dissolved the army, but you will find a model of a futuristic society that will allow everyone to have a chance and prevent such a tragedy from happening again.
Before the incident, I loved you so much.
Goodbye!
Ivan"
Will looked at his officers and said, "We're walking on the north! Gather your men and let's go! Use your magic mounts and whatever's fastest, we'll catch this scumbag and make him pay!"
Axula: "Calm down, Will, don't forget, he's still 7... he's just a child..."
AAARGh No!
"He killed my sister!, your mother and grandmother!"
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Axula: "I can't see, but being blind, I opened my eyes. We are at fault!
Ivan was right! We tortured him cowardly by abandonment and he had to suffer horribly to become so hateful and little Robin was murdered, who was the only one who wanted to help him... I will never forgive myself and those black spots on my unicorn skin appeared when Robin died... He must be right with Zaaar, Be careful.....
It's an army that appears and disappears like that! That feeds on our fears."
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Navarre, in Fenrir body was already in the North and was in sight of the 2 towers. Erza was the designated Heroine and had rage against me. To have my hands full of blood and she wanted to punish me. She didn't know if she would go so far as to kill me, it all depended on my attitude but I had to be captured and tried for my crimes.
A pack of mercenaries and adventurers in search of glory swarmed into the cathedral
They went through everything from top to bottom, but not a single trace or resistance.
Then Ezra and Navarre entered the mausoleum and saw the sphere with the compensation
Then click!
Navarre jumped on a mine that crushed his leg.
On the slab was marked: A yours for a rendering! You'll need a magnet to remove the chips and operate several times. I hope you suffer at least four years.
Ivan
Your enemy, I swear!"
Ezra: "A dragon's revenge is no joke! He had you fooled! No smell, no mana, nothing, nothing, nothing, raw and blind weapons."
Navarre" You little brat, I'll bite him as soon as I know where he is!
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