Boom bom bom bom bom Boom, drummed that day in 2019 somewhere on the Alaska / Canada border.

That day was not like any other day.

The Cultural Association for the Restoration of Native Alaskan Culture this year included a new interpretation of the symbols and signs of their culture, which had been partially destroyed by the settlers.

It was thanks to the hard work of scientists descended from the tribes of Alaska that these rituals came to life.

Of course it was a celebration and folklore.

This year, they elected a new priestess Misha

She was a priestess in charge of the ritual of the golden bird with golden feathers.

The rituals had been copied from the Mayan rituals for the winged snake Quetzalcoatl but with the stylised figures from the culture of the Alaskan native Indians.

In addition, it must have tipped Trump's henchmen off because the Indians wanted to bring their protector, the Winged Headman.

Of course, they were serious deep inside themselves, waiting for a sign of the stars, a prophecy

The drums accelerated the rhythm and many people formed a circle, many of them children.

It was above all a celebration of families and tribes but also a political movement!

They wanted to show their difference and their belonging to a culture whose lands were sacred, but the arguments put forward were insufficient to convince government officials to back down for mining and polluting exploitation in this wilderness.

Yakalele Yalla Yalla Yalla HAH

And all shouted at once to finish the ritual.

Then the sky suddenly became cloudy and stormy just above the circle and not elsewhere!

And a light appeared at their feet, in a circle and the circle moved from their feet, to a cave and suddenly

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A colony of green lightning remained like a plasma and descended directly from the sky like a waterspout, a minitornade of green light and lightning that lasted several tens of minutes.

Everyone knelt or prayed in front of this supernatural phenomenon.

All those in the circle were unconscious, drained and only the priestess was conscious.

She knelt down and begged the big man(MANITOU)

Then spheres crashed into the cave's basement through the rock and the impact was such that it caused seismic tremors and suddenly all the surrounding trees began to bloom and the dead branches sprouted again.

Millions of flowers appeared and the water at the entrance of the cave overlooked a steep valley full of green and grotesque figures in fury.

People were horrified by this horror and then the column disappeared by making an electrical noise of high voltage

GZGRzGZGZGZGZGZGGzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Then BAAANNNG an explosion that deafened everyone.

The Indians straightened up and some frightened people were taken into ambulances.

The ceremony had worked. These were their sacred lands.

All the Indians began to sing and celebrate.....

Food, barbecues and all the other Indians in the region saw thousands of people on the site with a plethora of journalists.

There was too much evidence and fims to challenge the veracity of these testimonies.

At the point of impact, the stone had melted and runic symbols had appeared as if at the gate.

In the cave, we moaned and were wounded. Louise, Emilie, Tom, Tom, Arthur, Sophie, Sam and Jeremy were there but they had not received each other well because of Auronne who had pushed them into the portal with us

Hissa and Brutus were there too and Akarr and some khajiit cages and other Argonians

lynx women and children were with them locked in solid cages and others chained up There were even unicorn children

Many were hungry.

I was weak but conscious. :

We are in my home world! I recognized the earth.

If we've made progress in time, it's terrible.!

Just send a human to look from the sky and come home immediately, don't be seen!

If you see white lines or milky skies, it's serious!

At the entrance of the cave there were lynx manitou totems and Emilie came out and was struck by the outfit almost identical to herself!

She turned around the statue, not seeing that there were Indians falling with their mouths open, and she looked up at the sky, dazzled and distracted by helicopters. She quickly took refuge in the cave.

"Ivan, Ivan, the sky is full of lines and a big insect with huge eyes made flap flap flap flap and a sound like your glider!" let go emilitated me.

I lowered my head: We're screwed!

Quiet. Quiet.

Argentrix moaned and we couldn't remove the arrow that cut his eye.

I was pissing blood and so was she.

We needed help.

I stood up a little and told them:

"We are at least at the time when I was 6 years old. Our only ally here is Ténébrion, but he would be out of step with me in my future. So I can't meet him.

I spoke French and here few people speak it but they have many translators.

No one knows the common language and they speak English."

Violence, the professions you know as warriors, magicians etc., have not existed for 1000 years. Hissa should have the easiest and you will need to take language and vocational training. For Hissa, I see her as a nurse, doctor or childcare provider if she works in an orphanage.

The cult is private!

No violence.

All the guards have the same weapon I shot the shaman with. The guards are the police and the army.

The armies here are a thousand times more powerful.

You must absolutely avoid any form of violence.

We will become immigrants and demand the protection of our fundamental rights, regardless of race.

Here there are ONLY humans, red, yellow, white and brown skins and some dwarves.

The dwarves here won't have any problems, but I'm thinking of us dragons, you kajiit and the argonians.

You must absolutely remain clothed and never remain naked! You would be put with the animals, who have no rights here.

Last but not least, a very important point:

There is no magic here! You know and will be able to do it because of us who generate the mana, I mean we dragons!

NEVER TALK ABOUT MAGIC AND IF YOU INSIST, THEY ARE SHAMANS LIKE THOSE OF HUMANS.

If you are asked about your race, say HUMAN, Kajiite ethnic group or Argonaut ethnic group.

If you are asked if you have been hybridized with animals, say no, that it is the animal spirit that emerges from your human body. That your ancestors once lived here. I saw them in Uther's time and they all went to Kanda-ar with a portal similar to the one we used."

COUGH BLOOD!

Shit, I'm dying!

"Silence on magic, and silence on the fact that we know how to morph. We're a family and we have to stick together. Don't forget! And also very important: Their spell has drawn us to them instead of returning to our homes. Charge them! It's their fault too.

Auronne regained her human form and she was trying to remove the arrows from her daughter and me but was causing stronger bleeding.

Me: "Mother dragon Auronne; leave it! they will heal us! we must go out and surrender! when they wield their weapons do not move any more and cry! I will be Auronne's interpreter

The children came out of the cave and arrived in a lawn surrounded by thousands of Indians who remained silent

They watched Emilie kneeling with the others hugging her,

Followed Akar, Brutus and Hissa with his stick and people were shocked to see another race of bipeds, dressed.

Hissa and the two adults knelt down and put their hands on the ground in pleading.

Hissa then pulled out a piece of cloth with the bloody letters "HELP US!", one of the only words I knew, then 2 adults Kajiit dragged a cage out of the cave with children screaming then, another cage and again and again and again and dwarf children, Argonians and Kajiit for the most part and white and black elves. There was also a family of arachne locked up and there were about a hundred of us.

Finally, I crawled with Argentrix out of the cellar, riddled with arrows, spears and even chains that I hadn't even seen and I had an axe stuck in my shoulder too.

I was like a blood pear.

People were terrified at my sight, stared at them moaning, "HELP!" and then I collapsed, too much blood lost.

Humans and children used to shield their bodies to protect me and Argentrix.

Then there was a crowd movement and the Indians rushed to help us.

We were their ambassadors, their signs and living proof.

They were going to protect us before the authorities got their hands on us.

People stroked the Kajit and tried to communicate and in a huge outpouring of solidarity brought their meals, sandwiches, candy and barbecue. The celebration was huge and out of control.

An extraterrestrial people in contact with a nation.

Medical tents were erected and biological teams were set up and a camp was set up but the Indians insisted that they were people of their ethnic group and that Alaska was their land, that they had been brought here.

Care was provided to the unfortunate chained and dehydrated in the cages.

A military field hospital was erected, also as a show of strength from the United States, proud to be a multi-ethnic nation.

I was in an artificial coma and had plasma fluid to replace the lost blood and surgeons removed the arrows one by one and used a metal detector. A porc epic defined me better when they reached the 300th arrow

They used organic glue to glue the tissues together as well as possible. I had stopped losing blood like that.

But it was more worrying for Argentrix. She was next to me and her mother nearby, seeing that she was communicating to calm down. She did not speak so as not to betray, but she understood through a translation spell and the dragons also understood all the languages of intelligent creatures.

SHe was asked to tell the dragon to lean to another side and hold her head, applied microsurgery.

Auronne tried to explain with drawings that the dragons had regenerated her wounds but first it was necessary to remove the foreign body without hurting anyone further.

After several hours of operation, the arrow was removed and its retina saved. We wanted to remove damaged pieces but she certainly didn't say: the flesh would normally grow back (obviously, she had to do a major Heal in secret)

She prayed and put her hands on the dragon and her eye was healed as well as the rest of her wounds.

She did the same for me and my wounds closed after removing the last arrow.

It took us 2 days to rest and recover and then all of a sudden

GROWL!

Our stomach screamed misery! We missed Mom's kitchen but she and the others were in an immigration centre where we were trying to communicate with a linguist.

It was a mess, but we were alive.

Then a memory made me tilt!

Maybe my daddy is still alive? I would like to see it again! My cousins too! They must be 50 now, but I don't care!

I suddenly got up, to the surprise of the nursing staff, terrified and cast a spell:

Soothing

"Hello, humans, my name is Ivan, in perfect French!"

Trudy, the highest ranking officer was surprised: "Do you speak French? I lived near Tarbes!"

Me:" Yes, Tarbes, near Lourdes and Pau!"

Trudy: "How do you know? It's impossible!"

I: "I was born in Liège and I took the plane that crashed near Lourdes. I woke up in that dragon's body but I was human at the base."

She took her laptop and I looked: Oh, they're smaller and more beautiful than they were then. I had an Atari!

That kind of detail was not misleading! Even a lying alien couldn't use that kind of argument.

Trudy: "You say you are Ivan XXXXX born in Liège in XXXX on XXXX. but there is a survivor with the same name!

Me: "I know! We had to exchange our bodies! But I came back because of the invocation ritual!

You lured us here! We had to come home fleeing the horde (which we had explained thousands of times before!) but your ritual had to interfere with the dimensional portal."

Trudy, the fat lady with crooked, light brown hair and a certain weight, asked me how the gate worked, but I had no idea.

I'm just saying that it cost the lives of 10,000 enemies. Useless, dangerous and cruel and using devouring forces.

Trudy: "You speak French and could you help us to make a dictionary between your Common and French? From there we can make an English dictionary. You should also learn English.

You seem docile for such a great creature! What are your relationships with humans and Hissa, the lizard woman.

I: "Be careful, they are ethnically specific humans and they are free and also have mixed couples, compatible with "native" humans.

When we met, I was crying because I was lost and alone in this world and she adopted me and I had a new family. They are very important to me and Hissa, in addition to being an excellent mother, she is a good cook! I'm sure you could open doors by talking about cooking and recipes with her.

Then Trudy asked me: what do you dragons eat?

Me: "I hate raw meat, it's disgusting to feel its prey die in the mouth! It's like frogs' legs: imagine chewing the live frog in your mouth and waiting for its heart to stop beating and then you empty it and crunch it in half, spit it out and finally crunch the bottom with the bones....

I prefer cooked meat by far..... The MacDo! Yes, I remember the Giant!

Is there still the Giant???? I've been dreaming of hamburgers for two years!"

Trudy: "Wait, wait, you say two and a half years?"

Me: "Yes!"

Trudy, do you know how many years between the crash and now?

Me: "Yesiii! 42 years old"

Trudy: "So it's not a place but a dimension... time goes by differently...3

An hour later, a pallet of hamburgers and all kinds of dishes were placed in front of me and I swallowed it all while enjoying all the natural flavours and aromas.

Argentrix loved it, but I told her: be careful, it makes you fat.

Now, a new life was before us....