Book 15: Chapter 77
“What have you done?! What have you done?!! You fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you! I swear I’ll personally do unto you what you did to my mom! Undo what you did to my mom! Undo what you did to her, and I’ll promise you a quick one!”
I tried with all my might to stand up, but my knees were soon pierced. Camille’s sharp claws speared through the gold and pinned me to the ground. My joints were shattered, causing large blobs of blood to spill out. Every time I tried to break free, I could see the shocking sight of my white joints moving about where my blood was spilling from.
The joints I needed to create movement were shattered. I wanted to fight back, but Camille saw through me, and thereby quickly destroyed my knees, pinning me to the ground. The huge holes in my knees felt as though my calves might end up separated from my leg. My blood ran along the gold. My blood pouring out was accompanied by my deafening cursing. I guess I suffered a severe wound. I couldn’t feel my arms or lower leg. All I could feel was concern and resentment.
Mom’s lifeless white pupils were trained on me, or rather, I was looking at her. My eyes were fixed on her. I silently pleaded in my mind, “Please, Mom, please wake up. Please wake up and look at me. I beg you. Please tell me that you’re okay…”
Despite my predicament, I didn’t feel weak or even pain. All I could feel was rage. I wanted to jump to my feet and murder her. I wanted to murder the two dragons before me, but I couldn’t move. I knew my expression had become distorted. I transform into a dragon when I’m enraged.
“Dragon transformation,” said Camille. She walked up to me and strangled my face. She stroked the scales on my face and, in a quiet voice, said, “You really did transform into a dragon. I knew it. You are a genuine dragon. You are a dragon descendant with pure dragon blood. Sylvanas was stupid. How stupid to hide this treasure and not use it herself. Has she gotten too used to her identity as a mother?”
“What did you do to my mom?! What did you do to her?!!”
“Didn’t I already tell you? It’s just some poison. It’s what elves used to use against us dragons. In reality, it’s not that useful. I presume its original purpose was to kill us, but all it’s capable of is inducing enough pain to make a dragon want to die. However, that activates our innate ability as dragons. We fall into a deep slumber when we’re on the brink of death. In other words, without an antidote, Sylvanas will remain in an eternal slumber.”
Camille sat down on my chest. She gently thrust her slender and long finger into my shoulder, which felt as though it had been shattered by her previous thrust. She stuck her finger inside and then drew a circle in there. She then grabbed the scales on my face with her bloody hands and laughed in a soft voice: “And so, you are a hostage. You’re now a dragon. This wound is nothing to you. I’m sure that your arms and legs will recover in a few hours’ time. Nevertheless, your Mommy Sylvanas won’t be able to. Therefore, if you want your mom to live, get Irina pregnant.”