I told you that after Domino's defeat, everyone fled.

In truth, it was not that simple.

Fleeing a planet necessarily requires a quantity of magic or considerable means of transport. The truth is that many people, who elsewhere in the universe were thought to be dead, had in fact simply remained trapped.

However, don't think things were going well for them. The Three Sisters and the trolls who now occupied the place had enslaved the Dominians. Working the land, doing the chores, feeding the monsters... all this in miserable living conditions.

Among all its poor people, there was a village, in the heart of a forest, almost all of which had not been able to escape. In this village, there was a couple, who had only one child. A little girl, barely five years old, whose name was Daphne.

This child, all pretty and chubby. But when her village was reduced to work, the little girl gradually began to lose weight, to be dirty, and quickly, she fell ill. Of course, the trolls wouldn't allow anything that could have been done to save the little one. And while she was bedridden, with her parents at her bedside, exhausted by another day of slavery, a miracle happened.

Daphne, whose cheeks had become so sunken and pale, turned pink again and her breath, which seemed to have disappeared, firmed. Also, a light began to halo around the child, and her hair, which was as dark as her parents', suddenly began to light up.

The child's parents, as well as all the villagers, felt a joy they hadn't known for ages.

Of course, the trolls also heard about the healing of the child. The next day, they forced the little one to return to the forest to do some picking. But this one, returning in the evening, surprised everyone: despite having spent a day working - evidenced by the basket in her back, far too big for her broad shoulders, and which had been filled - Daphne was clean, including her clothes, and her face and hands showed no signs of fatigue.

Shocked by this event, the leader of the trolls summoned the little girl, and asked to be interrogated. She was asked what she had done with her day, and if she had met anyone who had helped her. The child said no, and the next day she was assigned to take an even larger basket, which normally only the trolls themselves used, and only come back when it was full.

The troll chief amused himself all day long with this act, telling himself that the child would not return for several days, that she would be frightened by finding herself alone in the forest in the middle of the night, and that even the monsters could devour her. .

Such was not his surprise - and that of everyone - when, long before twilight approached, an immense and overflowing basket, seeming to move on its own thanks to two small legs, arrived in the village. Daphne had managed to fill and carry the basket, and once again she returned without the slightest sign of fatigue.

This time, the troll leader was seized with immense anger. He captured the child and took her to the center of the village to punish her. All the villagers, and the parents of the child, then began to protest, shout and plead, while the ogre chief was about to hit the child with his huge hand.

But at that moment, Daphne lifted her head and looked the huge troll straight in the eye. Her irises began to shine as if they were gold, and a voice, which no longer sounded like a child's, came out of her mouth:

"Daphne and Bloom. Transformations, Bloomix!"

The child was lifted into the air, and the halo of light surrounding it became so intense that it shone like the sun. When we could see something there, it was no longer a child facing the troll leader, but a fairy.

Daphne now looked like a young woman. Her clothes had changed into a golden and sparkling outfit. Magnificent and immense wings roamed its back. And her face hadn't just changed the way she'd grown. Her golden hair had red highlights in places, and her right eye, instead of being amber as it had always been, had turned blue.

The new fairy then stretched out her arm towards the troll, who still hadn't reacted, dazed. Daphne yelled, "Great Dragon! Wake up!"

From the outstretched arm of the young woman, a flame began to shoot out, and little by little it began to take the form of a giant reptile. It flew above the village, and the whole village then heard a roar that only the Dominicans could boast of having heard one day. Then the Great Dragon, by Daphne's will, lunged at the troll leader to attack him.