Spoiler: about my writing Hey there. I'll share with you a little story i started months ago. In french i already have the next chapter written and soon i'll translate him too. Before i found lustria-online, i was searching motivation about lizardmens but found no answers to my questions on french forums. With you i'll try to go on with this. But it's once i'll have translated the first chapter, it's possible i take a few months to write and translate the next ones. By the way, it's possible for some words or sentence sounds weird because i'm still progressing in this language and do mistakes, even with the help of translating tools. Feel free to notify me about that, by pm i would prefer. And finally, some advertising i'll do only once in this topic. I started the same process of translating in Shakespeare language my stories on your neighbor carpe noctem where you can found the story of my vampire character (more than 200 pages written in french). Also, i got a blog where a put everything i write about all armies (and others things...), in french and in english. Here is the link. So here we go. Have fun Introduction Step by step, the pain was twisting his ribs. He progressed between the imposing colonnades, leaving a scarlet trail in his wake. The chipped blade and broken blowpipe fell to the ground. Both would be useless for now. No threat would come to him in these forgotten places anyway. The ancient buildings passed around him, deserted since centuries and devoured by the vegetation. Painfully he walked up the endless alleys. The shadows lengthened but he did not fear them. Would there have been an enemy, this one would have been able to escape his gaze. But Keg'zalt knew he was alone. Alone for centuries and until the end of time. The wild beasts dared not enter the forgotten city. On the outside, however, death was hidden in every corner. His bloody wound was a reminder of that. Tired, he stopped in front of a particular building : the path traced in the vegetation stopped at the foot of the wall, silent witness of his regular comings and goings. In a high niche was his refuge. Gently, he put his fingers on the stone and tried to climb up. The pain passed through his body, but he passed over and slowly hoisted himself up. It was only after a few meters of climbing that his catches betrayed him. He fell and bounced heavily to the ground, miserable. His fingers were sticky in the mood and no longer stuck to the stone. He couldn't climb to his shelter for the night. It didn't matter. He'd be safe in the ruins anyway. At the end of his strength he wandered through the unrecognizable alleys that had given way to vegetation long ago. It was after a long time, haggard, that he realized where his steps had led him. It was in front of the old basins, which had dried up long ago. The next moment he was driving on the ground, finally giving in to fatigue. Slowly, the stars passed before his gaze. Keg'zalt would have liked to find rest, be able to close his eyes and abandon himself to sleep. Or even give up, permanently. But despite his injuries, his body was still struggling to stay alive. Despite his exhaustion, he could not close non-existent eyelids. Despite the pain and loneliness, he could not shed tears. Only his growing hunger and slow breathing remained. As the two moons illuminated his ever attentive gaze, he felt the north wind rise. That hot, dry, dust-laden wind that came to dry out his scales. That warm wind that carried the murmur of a gentle lapping. It took Keg'zalt a moment to realize that something was wrong. Painfully, he turned on his elbows and raised his head. An imposing stump had fallen into the pit a few decades ago. And despite this, despite the broken stones and the wild grasses, a blue glow emanated from the pool. He felt his heart beat harder in his chest as he straightened up, any pain gone. A fine mist wavered over the quiet surface. The liquid diffused that soft light that had caught his attention. And, tiny, fragile tadpoles wriggled before the amazed chameleon. After several millennia, the spawning pool had just brought life to a whole new generation. Keg'zalt was no longer alone.