The media was talking about a local tornado that killed all my family members a second time.

Luc knew and could not speak... He was angry. He investigated and traced legends to India and Nepal, the mythical city of Shangri-La. Undiscovered to date.

His wife had fallen into a deep depression and to help him, he made the decision to turn his sadness into hatred and revenge.

Look, Celine, Your sister Mary and Emily. Emile was reincarnated as Wyverne. Here is the video. The proof. The photos and drawings. It's her, it's her 100% drawings. Her mind was transferred to the dragon and she keeps her mobile phone around her neck!

The messages are authentic.

She's your niece. She's still alive. The monster must have felt her and came back for her, your family wanted to defend her and she slaughtered them all. There are scales. And claw marks. It's not the storm. He's a monster.

We have to save her. Emily is all we have left as a family. You know we don't know how to have children and Emily is like our daughter.

Celine came back to life and began to analyze the situation. His mind was coming back, in power. Revenge and maternal instinct drove her to fight and get back in the game.

"Luc, darling, it's horrible....It's horrible... This Leukaemia, this miracle and then this massacre."

"Celine, that's not all. In the cable car's relationship with Emilie's parents... The beast must have already been tracking them... even before the egg hatched and Emily transferred into it.

So it's not because of Emily but because of the smell or signal of the egg.

This massacre has nothing to do with her. She is a victim like us....the poor..."

I will take a career break or ask to investigate informally because we have evidence that this is a massacre and not a weather accident.

What if the beast comes back?

What if EMilie escaped and came back? The beast would follow her and slaughter everything in her wake?

First we have to find the girl and isolate her from this monster before she herself becomes a monster.

You know how children are turned into child soldiers and what atrocities they are capable of...

It's the same with Emilie....

I can't imagine his fate....

Celine collapsed into tears......

"My poor little one"

The wind howled and snowflakes came in but I got used to the cold and mother looked like a snake through the hole in the cave and scanned the horizon. She smelled the air and concentrated to discern the slightest sound or anomaly in the wind.

I crawled fearfully to her paws and she let me come near her.

She licked me and then returned to her watch position and I saw what she was looking at: trails left by planes in the sky. She was calculating how she would drop one of those objects that ravaged the beauty of "HIS" sky.

What a ruthless monster.

She grabbed me by the neck and put me on her back and climbed up a precipice to open our cave, hidden from view and inaccessible on foot. There were no roads or tracks leading to this place.

We were in the high mountains and we were on the border of eternal snow.

She showed me the passages of the planes and she made traces in an incomprehensible alphabet but which must have been a calendar and she made lines and looked for repetitions and small frequencies.

Several days passed and it was the same circus.

I could come if I had swallowed my beak well.

She saturated me with human blood. I'm sure she was doing this to make me dependent on it.

I also felt that I was becoming infernal, in the sense that something was burning in me. Every time I swallowed human flesh, it's like I swallowed force. It still disgusted me as much as it used to, but you get used to it. That's the worst part.

Get used to the horror. The trivialisation of violence. Like the Nazi crimes that trivialized violence with the consequences we know.

Then she smiled and underlined a square.

She took me back and locked me in the cave.

I took the opportunity to explore, she had given wood for the fire...

I took a torch in my mouth and began my first exploration outside the nest

I was afraid, a monstrous mother. I would have preferred a white shark mother... it was less cruel and less calculating.

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The small plane connected with remote villages in Nepal and was used to deliver everything and medicines and sometimes to transport wounded or animals to medical facilities.

Life was simple but complicated because of the frequent precipices and landslides.

We also talked about a yeti or giant worms and sometimes even the devouring wind. A former awakened deity who devoured souls and sent them straight to hell...

Suddenly, the plane crashes, loses its tail and people and their contents slide with horror into the void.

Some will never touch the ground, caught by a terrible jaw.

The animal was smart not to leave any witnesses and he made sure that everything was dead and set the plane on fire in case any evidence remained.

He also felt radar waves and the aircraft was in a blind spot between two mountain passes.

a man and a child were in his greenhouses and a woman between his teeth. They were screaming for help and crying out for mercy.

Still alive but seriously wounded, they were thrown into the beast's lair.

Mother was looking for me and I was on the other side of the fire, frozen and rolled up by my blanket and plush.

She didn't like it, but she tolerated it because I stopped crying when I had my blanket.

People were thrown on the pile of bones that somehow cushioned their fall.

They were screaming and I vaguely understood what they were saying.

Mother imitated their sentences as if to have fun and learn better how to trap them.

The lady knelt down and begged the beast, licking his claws. And this amused him. She stung without killing but by hurting the poor woman. She wanted to hear the screams, the pleas.

When she stopped, to catch her breath, mother growled and showed her teeth.

The man tried to crawl to the bottom of the cave to the ruins of the city but the tip of his tail pierced his thigh like a whaler's spear.

He was lifted up, without her even having to look and he took a gun out of her pocket.

He aimed at the mother's head and I hoped he would hit the nail on the head, but he was shaking.

Mother laughed and showed her teeth, the smallest of which were the size of swords.

and he pulled, pulled and emptied his magazine.

Even a bullet touched his eye and found an internal protective eyelid.

The bullets flattened like butter on her scales.

Absolute shielding......

She pulled on her arms with her teeth, her leg impaled and the man was torn in half and then the unforgettable sounds of screaming and chewing that followed. Then it was the silence just disturbed by the tears of the woman and the little girl who must have been my age when I had leukaemia.

Slurp cracks, crushes.

Name name name

Noises of teeth and molars shredding mixed flesh and clothing.

Then a look at me.

CATCH

Nooooooon

Beaked, force-feeding...

I had gone mad with rage! I couldn't take it anymore.

My stomach was distended. She wanted me to grow up fast or what????

I had like a kin ball instead of a belly and I knew what it was.

She made me laugh and laugh. I couldn't take it anymore.

I couldn't move because of the weight.

But the little girl, I had to do something, I'd be mad if I didn't try. Anyway, I wanted to die. Living like this, no.

I began to regret leukaemia, at least I would die with dignity as a human being.

I didn't want to become that monster.

And then, how can we live with all these deaths on our conscience? Knowing that I had at least 3 to 4 people who passed through my belly as well as having eaten my dear dad. Philippe.

That was too much! I stood next to the little girl and opened my wings and put myself between mother and her.

She did not insist.

She went back to "playing" with the poor woman.

She was having trouble breathing, probably dying on the night of a heart attack due to the large amount of adrenaline due to stress.

It was intentional... The violent flesh tasted better and the blood tasted saltier.

A last shrieking cry with the word mother was the last uttered after the sound of crushing bones and shredding flesh and tendons.

The smell of blood invades the cave and soon a deathly silence weighed on this infernal cave.

I was in a hell of a fire. Holes in the rock were filled with puddles of blood that were swept away by this big, sticky tongue until the stone became clean again.

when the meal was over, her eyes moved to the place where the little girl was standing. But I had run away deep into my nest.

Please don't let her find it. I wanted a friend, a companion.

Mother, far from being stupid, quickly found the smell of the little girl's urine and scolded me to move.

She lifted me up with her tail that held me like a boa constrictor, revealing under my covers the scared little blonde girl.

I bit the mother's tail which, surprised by my rebellion, let go of me. I ran against the rock face and threatened to throw myself into the void.

She looked at the child and looked at me and frowned.

She brought her mouth closer to the little girl and I put myself in the void.

Then she came back to me and I took one last step.

She understood that if she killed the child, I would jump.

Then a sadistic smile lit up his face, instead of a face.

She left me the little one.

This monster was even smarter than I thought and I would soon understand him.

You don't negotiate with a red dragon and not just any dragon.

"HAHAHAHAHA" she laughed. "MY little EMILY???? "in impeccable French...

That monster could talk.

"YES....MMMMM EMilie, why not... I hadn't yet decided on a name for my DRAWING DRAWN. "Then she spoke in other languages, obviously to tell me the same thing, then, not reacting, (which saved me at the same time) she spoke to me in DRAGONIAN and, surprised that it was almost the same cries that I was making, I understood.

Her eyes softened and said to me: "I like it better, my little Ruby... You are my daughter, not the reincarnation of that human Emily I took revenge on the family. They stole my egg, I found them and slaughtered them all."

One high the heart invaded me and I fell in the apples back on the knees of the little girl who caressed me and put the blanket on me, under the threatening supervision of mother.

I had learned the impossible and all hopes of rescue had been dashed with the death of my family.

HOPE

EMPTY

SOUFFRANCE

STRESS....