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?Curse on the day of St. George.

Probably everyone knows the legend of St. George - the hero who killed the evil dragon, feeding on children in exchange for using water.

But what if everything was quite the opposite?...

What if the villagers were just envious, angry creatures who considered themselves deities of the whole world, while despising and hating all other magical creatures, and the dragon just wandered around the world, looking for something new and just stopped to drink water. And George - a brave knight who just drove past the village in search of feats.

Then the residents asked to kill the annoying dragon, asking George to kill the beast under the pretext of wealth. But he refused and went towards that lake.

Meanwhile, the dragon lay peacefully on the ground, only occasionally snuffling. George exclaimed to wake the dragon because to beat in the back, especially the sleeping creature was very mean and unworthy of a man.

• «Get up, dragon»! - He exclaimed, drawing out his shining iron sword. - «The last hour is coming because today I will deliver the unfortunate inhabitants from you»!

  • «And, again, someone came to kill me»? - The dragon hissed very tiredly. - «Listen, if you cherish your life, then get out, please».

• «I'm not going anywhere»! - George, standing in an unshakable posture, wearing his decorated helmet. - «You are terrorizing the village, demanding children in exchange for using water. I, as a brave and honest person, must protect anyone»!

• «It's no wonder that you are led to this lie», - the dragon, raising its body and turning to the little man, now stood at its full height, but George didn't move his muscles in front of such a powerful creature. - «Everyone who came here was struck by me, and I offered a choice: to leave in a good way or die from righteous fire. Many kind people have disappeared because of the lies common to the inhabitants».

• «What? I do not believe you, dragon»! - although the seeds of doubt have already sown in the soul of a righteous knight.

• «But I have been living here for many years, but I've become too old», - the dragon tugged on a bit of his stiff body. - «I need a new carrier of my dragon essence».

  • «I do not understand what you mean»! - although George read that some dragons live only because of their soul, which must find a new body once every few centuries, but did not show that he does not know it.

• «Look into my eyes, knight ... what do you see»? - the pale caramel eyes of the dragon met the brown eyes of George, where he saw not only his past but also the present dragon.

• «You really don't eat children and just travelled the world, and the people just slandered you», - George put his sword back into its sheath. - «As I was blind, I almost killed a peaceful creature».

• «You are really a unique person - you are ready to fight evil, without taking a single valuable coin, ready to sacrifice life for another stranger, maybe you deserve to become a dragon»? - this question made the knight fall into a stupor: on the one hand, he lost his entire family in a fire, but on the other hand, it contradicts its principles.

• «I... I... I... I don't know», - now he was standing on the same line, divided in two ways. - «It is very difficult»...

  • «Think faster, George, I am still a dragon, but I don't have much time», - as a result of which the dragon slowly but nevertheless began to glow.

• «I ... accept your strength», - said George, weighing all the pros and cons. - «But first, say your name»!

• «Call me simply -- Wyraachur», - the dying dragon smiled slightly and sent sparkling balls of energy directly to an unprepared knight, from which he fell to his knees.

Each cell of his body was filled with unprecedented energy that filled the knight, making his armour very tight, literally tearing them apart, while not damaging the as yet delicate human skin.

His eyes turned red, shining brightly in the sun, his body cracked, tearing at human flesh as new black scales appeared on every area.

The knight only then realized who he was - no, it was not a simple dragon, but the father himself, the creator, who was revered by all dragons.

After some time, the transformation ended, and in place of the former man, there was a huge black and red dragon, with red eyes like a bright ruby with a slit pupil, one long powerful tail and black wings with a red membrane.

Without having said anything, the newly formed spread his strong wings and flapped into heaven. Now he is a dragon - powerful and the only one who will always protect the weak and not take anything in return.

One hundred twenty-four years later.

In one small village, somewhere in the northeast of London, in a small village there lived a famous knight - George "Dragon Slayer". His blue eyes and light brown hair dumped all the girls of the village on the spot, and the muscles did any man in the village.

Though he was famous for his valiant feats, riches and unheard of generosity, but only his soul was callous, like a piece of dried bread - black, cruel and vain.

But this was not enough for him, because he still had a son - the exact opposite of his father: a kind, clean and loving soul that his mother raised in her son.

Every night, while their father was in another war, she loved to read different stories about the dragons that travelled around the world for the night, collecting not only different decorative trinkets, but also the most valuable thing - knowledge. But once a mom, after another campaign on the market, did not return, but his father somehow indifferently reacted to it.

• «Son, I have very great news for you -- today I am going to kill a dragon terrorizing our native village», - the knight proudly answered. - «And you stay home and wait for me. Don't even persuade me to take you with you -- too small for such a dangerous task».

  • «Uh-huh», - his son muttered under his breath, continuing to play with improvised dragons. - I understand you, dad».
  • «Hey, John, why are you so sad»? - Dad gently went to his son and took him by the chin. - «Well, you do not cry, please».
  • «Dad ... please ... stop it»! - the boy said through a tear, - «Stop killing these poor dragons, because they didn't do anything, they didn't even burn a village, or they didn't eat a single person»!
  • «John, enough of these useless tears for nothing», - his father abruptly changed his mood. -«These creatures deserve nothing but the most painful death».

The father, taking his faithful, just-pointed sword, with a loud bang closed the door behind him, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.

• «No, he must not kill him», - the boy quickly thought. - «Just not today»!

Quickly grabbing a small dagger and putting on light leather armour, John broke out into the street, running after his father, who was racing so fast on the horse somewhere ahead.

• «Hmm, what is pure water here», - small, literally growing from an adult, and fifteen feet in length, dragon quietly drank spring water, deep in thought. - «And why did my father never let me fly here»?

And the answer soon came in the form of a knight on a horse, so eager to kill the very dragon. Jonathan's gaze burned with hatred for this creature, whom he was ready to break the body of a dragon with his bare hands.

He, like the meanest and real coward, almost unnoticeably sneaked up to the back of an unsuspecting child, and then a crushing blow overtook the baby, cutting through the delicate, not yet fully strengthened scales, from which the dragon growled, began to toss in agony, and poured from his eyes tears.

After another rough blow, he chopped off one wing so that it would not fly away, and then thrust the sword into the front paw.

Jonathan literally revelled in the suffering of the baby, who, bleeding profusely, tried in a dying voice to call his dad, but he was too far away to come to the rescue.

• W-W-Why, human? - through the pain and tears, the dragon slowly spoke. - F-F-For w-what?

• «For all the good, creature», - he literally spat out the words. - «One more dragon will be destroyed by me and then I will be glorified in legends, like a hero who killed many dragons»!

• «Father, NOOO»!!! - here from behind the bushes, John suddenly appeared, and in his hands, he was already holding that very sharp-cut dagger, - «Stop it»!

Accurate and powerful throw, the blade not only knocked out preparing to strike the sword but pierced through the flesh and bones of his father, from which he screamed heart-rending, falling on hard ground.

• «Arch, what are you doing, you idiot»?! - John was just furious that he was not allowed to finish off the unfortunate creature.

• «I protect you from yourself, father», - the boy looked at the poor dragon pitifully. - «If you want to kill him, then only through my dead body»!

Now, John was between the wounded dragon and the enraged father, who wake up very fast, took his sword plastered with blood, and with an inhuman yell rushed straight at his son. Now his hair was literally burning, and his eyes were glowing scarlet, wanting only one thing - to kill.

Before striking the dragon, Jonathan made an unexpectedly sharp manoeuvre and pushed John off to one side and pierced the still-beating heart, which now froze forever.

Suddenly, the sky turned red, and warm rain poured down from the sky as if nature itself mourned the death of an innocent creature, and because of the rocky hills, it seemed ...

The dragon's father's eyes glowed the same ruby colour as Jonathan's eyes used to look, looking with hatred and rage. The black wings were spread out, showing the true size of the creature, and the body itself trembled because of the same rage, ready to break its shell.

• «You ... You monster»!!! - Snarled the dragon, so much so that the nearest trees almost broke in half. - «Chose the weakest and fell on the sly»!!!!!

  • «And what will you do to me: kill? Eat I'm not afraid of death, creature. But I will come out of this fight as a winner in order»...

• «To entertain your own ego, while earning even more gold?! Yes, you are not a knight, no, you are an ordinary scum who is ready for anything for the sake of this pathetic metal!

• «You didn't» ... - Jonathan didn't have time to finish before the dragon's magical abilities began to slowly tear the knight from the inside, inflicting hellish pain, until finally this scum was torn apart, painting the nearby grass in bloody colour.

The boy, having a little glammed up, now looked at his father, or rather, what was left of him, expressing absolutely no emotions, because Jonathan was always cruel to him and often beat even the most insignificant offences.

The dragon, having dealt with one person, moved on another, wanting to take out all the anger on the knight's son.

• «Your last words, human», - the dragon said harshly and hatefully, approaching closer and closer to John getting up.

  • «Can I touch you»? - the dragon got a little stupor. - «I have never seen a dragon alive before, and always wanted to touch these magnificent creatures».

But, however, the dragon did not begin to say something about this and went to meet the extended hand, gently touching the trembling hand. The boy held his breath, slowly running his hand over hard, but at the same time smooth scales.

• «W-W-Wow, this is incredible»! - the boy continued to explore the body of the dragon, passing his hand over the hot neck. - «Please, give me some more time, and then do with me what you want».

• «You're a brave guy, John», - the dragon tried to make a smile on his face, but it turned out as always - a terrible grin. - «Not everyone will ask the dragon to touch his body, but only in fear begin to ask for mercy or throw a furious sword».

Having finished stroking the dragon, the boy got down on one knee, as most of the knights do, and began to wait for his fate. The dragon, again, gave a quiet laugh, and something came up in his ancient deep memory - his son, whom he had lost a few seconds ago. Tears flowed from the eyes of the unfortunate father, who had lost her most important treasure.

• «Hey», - John tried to calm the sobbing dragon. - «Why are you crying»?

  • «Son, my precious Draco. Why did I let him go?! Why not watched him? It is my fault, and now it will forever hang a very heavy stone on my soul».
  • «Do not blame yourself ... If I were better armed, I would rather protect your son while you flew to help him ... Maybe I could replace, son, because I never had a real and loving father... never...»
  • «Hmm, but then you will have to become one of us because where my relatives live, you can only get by air. You have a choice, as you once were, and one person: fly away with me, accepting my blood or remain human, continuing its existence».
  • «I will be whoever you want, dad», - the dragon was taken aback at first, but then, laughing lightly with a razor-sharp claw to himself, made an incision on his right hand, from which even boiling blood seemed to flow in streams of scarlet.

John came closer to a small waterfall, making hands in advance with a boat. An unknown force began to fill the boy's fragile body when he took a sip from the pre-folded brushes, pure hot blood.

The eyes immediately became bright yellow, with the same elongated pupil as the "father", and some parts of the skin began to peel off, replacing more reliable white scales.

• «Dad, what's your name»? - The boy suddenly asked as his legs began to crack, increasing in size, still covering with snowy skin.

• «I had enough carriers: basically they were the people who lost everything, so they had no choice left to continue their existence», - the dragon sighed heavily, glancing at the already massive paws with four pointed claws, two of which: large and medium, merged into one. - «Most mortals called me Wyraachur - the evillest dragon god but you can call me by the name of my first carrier - Peter, my son».

Smiling, the boy felt his spine being deformed when his powerful tail tore up his now unnecessary pants.

Muscles began to swell along the entire length of the arms, expanding and giving an unprecedented sensation of strength, and five fingers stretched out and lengthened, leaving small, but deadly claws.

• «Be patient, John, just a little bit more», - the dragon was cheering, grinning with his just escaping wings, sky blue with a touch of white. - «Your wings are the most beautiful, son».

  • «T-T-Thank you, father», - in the meantime, his tongue doubled, so now any speech delivered by John seemed to be a snake hiss.

The mouth began to lengthen, forming a rather huge face with a number of sharp teeth that could easily bite through even the strongest armour.

The transformation ended with a deafening roar that deafened any person within a radius of one hundred meters.

• «Dad, this is ... sooo cool»! - joyfully growled dragon, starting to jump on the spot, only Peter laughs.

• «They are here, destroy them»! - Suddenly, a dozen soldiers jumped out of the same forest, which ran on two dragons.

• «Son, we are too weak to give them a fight, come on ... one time ... two ... three ... to the sky»! - and about a miracle - the dragon from the first time, even without any preparation, managed to fly high into the sky.

  • «These are indescribable feelings, Peter», - a trickle of air shook the membrane on John's wings. - «Where are we going, dad»?

• «There, where no man's foot can step - into our kingdom of dragons ...