- I finally find you!

Branch could not believe his eyes! There was another dragon! He now understood where this smell of milk came from his fur; it was a baby!

- Who are you? Asked the gray troll

The little green and blue dragon smile and began to purr. His thick tail seemed to be very heavy, but it did not stop him from jumping on him to lick his face affectionately.

- You can understand me! It's really you!!!

Branch grabbed him by one of his small antennas and uttered a threatening growl for the little dragon to calm down.

- I asked you a question! He roars, where are you from and why are you so close to my fa... Trolls village?

So close to my family... he thought. I was going to say "my family"

The little beast looked down. Branch felt bad for a moment in front of this frightened child's face, but he had to get some answers.

- I ... I prefer not to say who I really am as a troll.

The gray troll did not believe his ears, he dropped him on the ground:

- You ... You too? You are a trollagon !?

The young troll transform into his alter-ego dragon licked his chest to replace his fur in disorder and smiled at him:

- Of course! And I'm not alone anymore! I knew that the "NightFury" was a trollagon like me!

Not alone anymore  ... So there was two trollagon in the village ... And one of them was a baby!

- How did you know I was the NightFury? He asked

- It was easy, it's a ferret who told me! But I never thought it would be you!

Oxy, he thought, remembering that he had revealed his secret to him. Only one question continued to burn his lips:

- Who are you in reality? You know who I am, so I want to know who you are!

The little trollagon groaned.

- Sorry, but I prefer not to reveal my name.

He crossed his arms, this little kid was already annoying him.

- If you want, you can give me a name as the princess does with you, he suggested leaving a laugh escaping from his mouth.

Branch shot him a murderous look. Did he spy on him? He named it without hesitation:

- Kitten.

- What? I am not a kitten! Why? He asked, getting up on his four legs, obviously finding that name completely stupid.

- Because you look like a kitten, Branch pointed out.

- Urgh, fine... Kitten growled.

* * *

- But... Dad!

Pepy did not even turn to his daughter. The King continued to fix the trolls in front of him, a face filled with almost frightening determination. He murmured a sentence for himself:

- Kill the dragon, protect the village...

He wants to destroy their nest? Their house? But where will they go if we destroy their home?

The news had more than surprise her: Hairless was not the last dragon! So maybe others had survived and there was still more than imagined ...

- We'll organize an expedition to find their nest, Pepy announced, and then we'll go at dawn.

Go? His father was leaving ??? Several trolls began to whisper their worries. Poppy glanced at Creek, he had raised his hand to speak:

- If you allow King Pepy, said Creek when allowed to speak, I'd like to accompany you.

- Thank you very much Creek, your help is very appreciated. Are there other volunteers?

41 other Trolls raised their hands, they could not stand anything happening to the King. The orange troll ordered boats to be prepared and he assured the rest of the village that everything would be fine. Poppy was looking at her father, not knowing how to react. Should she encourage him and honor that courage? Or try to convince him to give up to protect Hairless?

Her father went to help with the preparations, Poppy came down from the mushroom, tightening her red scarf around her neck that Branch had given her, as if to comfort herself. Creek looked at her strangely and joined a troll carrying a basket. She took out her scrapbook to change her mind. All she was drawing was Hairless with a new prosthesis that allowed him to fly, but a question trotted in the princess's head:

Would he be as happy as on the drawing if he discovers that his house has been destroyed?

* * *

Branch growled, Kitten followed him and he could not get rid of he anymore.

His innocence irritated him, he jumped with joy or flew between the branches, humming an interminable song.

- Hey! You could not shut your mouth and listen to the sounds of the forest? Maybe you'd like that.

Kitten descended from the branch of a tree, vigorously flapping his wings and clumsily landed on the ground. His little wings should not be practical with the heavy tail he had to drag behind him ...

- No! I'm too happy for that!

Happy. Happiness. One thing that only Hairless, Kitten and the other Trolls could participate because Branch, he had to ensure the protection of the village.

Not quite ... Pepy said he was going to try to destroy the dragons's nest. But, where could this nest be? Did he exist? Branch turned his head to Kitten, who was running to stay beside him, his paws were too short.

- Hey Kitten, the little dragon frowned on hearing his stupid name, You think there would be other dragons?

The little trollagon looked at him with his blue sapphire eyes:

- I think we are the only trollagon here ... Unless someone else is the same family with us ...

Yes, Kitten had told him that he must surely be distant cousins ​​or something like that. The trollagons were very rare ... He had even proposed that Branch be his uncle! He had found this theory completely stupid, knowing he did not have a brother.

- No, I mean DRAGONS. He said, annoyed. You know, not metamorphs like me. Real dragons, do you think some would have survived the extinction?

- I don't know, he tried to catch a squirrel in a tree but he ran away. If you want my opinion, I would find it cool!

Yes, but it would be less "cool" for dragons who do not have a nest, he thought while Kitten jumped to try to catch snowflakes that were starting to fall from the sky. He groaned and continued on his way, followed by Kitten. When he arrived at his bunker, Kitten wanted to enter but Branch pushed him away.

- Go home, he growled, your parents will worry.

The little dragon shrugged and turned to greet him.

- See you tomorrow, cousin!

Branch closed the door and felt a drop of water fall on his hair. He installed a bucket under the leak, murmuring:

- Cousin? We just met and I'm already his friend? Pfff ... he sighed, annoyed.

* * *

The next day, when the boats were ready to leave, the whole village was gathering to wish good luck to the volunteer adventurer. Poppy went to her father, she hug and he got on one of the boats.

- Goodbye Poppy.

Creek stood behind her, the princess hugs him too. When he retired, Creek kissed her on the cheek and went up to join the king, which surprised Poppy. She rubbed her cheek, frowning.

Her father had already explained to her that one day, she would have to find a king to rule by her side ... And to make the next sovereign born ... Was Creek this troll? Poppy felt weird, as if her heart had chosen someone else but she did not know who.

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Drawing time (spoiler alert):

It's okay, no spoiler for the next:

And 😍😍😍

He's soooooo cute!!!