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At my age now, I went through some pretty cool training with my father. He taught me the basics of things: Speed, Combat, anything that'll help me in the future. He even showed me how to use weapons. I was a natural with a dagger. I wanted a sword badly, but I wasn't big enough for one. It sucks being a shrimp at a young age. I was also taught how to use a slingshot. I, particularly, didn't like this weapon. I kept smacking myself in the face with the string like it was a paddleball, so I requested something more...practical. I wanted a boomerang. These mysterious objects are awesome!

Mother taught me different recipes for medicine and for cooking, if I happen to go camping someday. To be honest, the herbs she always takes out of her "special cabinet" really makes me sick. The aroma of those oddly shaped plants sent butterflies down my stomach. But, it was worth it, because it was then when she taught me how to handle a spear, which I had to use one that was my size. In this case, it was a stick. Ha ha, I didn't mind at the moment.

My parents aren't the only ones who trained with me and spent some time with me. My brothers and my sister had a hand, and a paw, in this as well. It's nice to have a family who looks out for you.Galenashowed me interesting combat moves and techniques from punching and roundhouse kicking, to countering and flipping. My sister is a very gifted and talented fighter. Varin demonstrated how to use your jumping to the best of your abilities. When he jumps, it looks like he's flying, but he really isn't. That's how powerful his legs were. To be able to bounce that high and to land with such grace and passion...my brother is awesome. Gull taught me how to hone in on my senses and how to increase my smelling and hearing. At first, I didn't understand his methods, but, eventually, I began to learn how it related to the training. I gave him a lot of credit for that and I never doubted him for a second.

One night, something strange happened. I woke up, feeling up for raiding the fridge. When I got out of bed, I fell face first onto the carpeted floor. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't keep my balance and I toppled over again. Why did I feel weak in the knees all of a sudden? I turned on my lamp and I looked in the mirror that was near my bead. Oh my, God!

"I...I'm a...dragon!" I rubbed my face as I now had a muzzle and white horns coming out of my head. Well, my ears were still there flapping around in the breeze. I looked over my new body in the mirror, observing my tiny wings that were emerging slowly from my back, but they were still too tiny for me to fly yet. My scales were a mixture of red and orange and I glared at my reflection with my yellow eyes.

This is amazing. I can't believe this actually happened. I transformed into a dragon during the night.

"Mother! Father!" I cried to my parents. My tone did sound like I was in danger. I heard rapid footsteps approaching the door as they burst in, looking to see what kind of danger I was in. What they saw shocked them more than that.

"Oh my, word," my mother said, surprised.

"I guess all that training really paid off, huh?" my father said to her.

"I suppose so, but this was so unexpected. He's still a baby and already he's grown."

"Well, he is our son after all. Our pride and joy. Same goes with the rest of our lovely children."

"Flattering won't get you anywhere, dear father," I said, giggling.

He turned to me and cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh? Well if it didn't, I wouldn't have met your mother and if I wouldn't have met your mother, we wouldn't have had you, now would we?"

My mother bonked him on the head.

"Nixon! Seriously? Saying that kind of statement in front of our baby. Mind your tongue, mister."

He chuckled embarrassingly. "R-Right. Sorry."

I honestly didn't care. I understood Dad's dirty inside joke. But, I don't want to be led into a "birds and bees" lecture. Besides, where did that saying come from anyway? Kind of odd for a feather winged creature to be able to mate with an insect. Then again, I don't want to think too hard about it.

My mother turned to me with her graceful smile.

"Now sweetheart, try to go back to bed. You got a busy day in the morning."

I had lowered my ears slightly in disappointment, but it was unnoticeable. "Yes mother." They exit the room and closed the door behind them before turning the lights back off. I crawled back into bed and tried to get under the covers with my new, scaly body. Closing my eyes, I slowly drifted off to sleep. This was going to be interesting.

I could hardly sleep as I arrived in an empty field the next morning. I was so excited about being a dragon that I was up nearly all night, thinking about all of the possibilities that I could achieve now that I'm a dragon. I sat down in the field, waiting for my father. He told me to meet him here near the river. That flowing current of aqua sparkled ever so beautifully in the morning dawn. Above me, the birds were hovering with food stuffed in their beaks to bring home to their babies. There were also squirrels scampering about, finding places to bury their nuts for the winter. I don't know why they bother doing this sort of storing technique because they're just going to forget later on.

I soon heard some stomping behind me as I turned around and jumped. It was another dragon that was 10 times bigger than I was. Dear mother of cheese, he was huge! He was a red and orange dragon just like me but his horns, wings, and ears were much larger than mine. He wore black armor on his body going down his back and tail. I stared up at him as he looked familiar, but it was still a vaguely concept.

"Surprised to see me, little one?" the dragon asked as he grinned down at me.

Then, it struck me. His voice. That grin. It couldn't be... Could it?

"D-Dad?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled.

"Were you expecting the Easter Bunny?"

Very funny.

"I didn't know you could turn into a dragon. I guess that explains why Gull is only a dragon and Varin could turn into a dragon. Not to mention that I am the splitting image of you, but only I'm more handsome."

He chuckled at that statement.

"Alright, sport. You'll have time to admire me later." I gave him a smug look. "Now, your dragon training begins. First off, since you're a more red-ish color such as myself, you're able to breathe fire. And since, you were able to obtain your dragon form at such an early stage, getting this down should be a snap, no?"

I nod. "I'm ready, father."

"That's the spirit, son. Now, watch carefully." He lowered himself to the ground a little. Then, he took a deep breath, inhaling deeply. I could actually see his chest light up and then he shot a fireball. That thing was the same size as me as it crashed into the field. Thankfully, it didn't hit anything or anyone. Now I know why he chose this place to practice.

I stood there in awe as I just witnessed a real fireball and not the ones on TV.

"That was awesome!"

He smiled. "Indeed. And now, it's your turn. Take a deep breath."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Inhale."

I nodded and inhaled deeply. As I did, I could feel my heart beating faster and my lungs heating up. I drew in as much air as I could before exhaling, something shooting out of my maw and it went on a collision course to a tree. Was that... It was! I did it! I shot my fireball! "Yahoo! I did it! I'm the master of fire!" I jumped around in joy as I couldn't contain my excitement.

My father laughed at my prancing.

"Very good, my son." He grabbed me and pull me over to him. "You keep practicing and you'll have it down pact in no at all."

"Thanks, Dad. I will." I smiled up at him as he smiled back. I could feel the cool breeze blowing against me. I closed my eyes as I felt the calm wind of Mother Nature. It always felt so invigorating and relaxing. Little did we know that there was another dragon flying overhead and it landed a few feet away from us.

"Well, what do we have here?" the dragon said as he didn't look pleased with us being here apparently.

I looked at my dad. "Father, who's he?"

"That's Grazar," he introduced him to me. "He's an old time friend of mine."

I looked over at Grazar. He stood proudly and dominant. His black scales reflected the sun's rays as he stretched his wings that had blue spots on the inside. He trotted over and leaned his head down to me and stared at me with his blue eyes.

"Uh...hello, sir," I said as politely as I could.

From his slight expression, I could tell he was a bit impressed with my chivalry, especially with the ability to speak this young.

"And hello to you, as well, little one," he replied, then he rose up and turned to my father. "May I speak with you about something, 'old time friend'?" His tone had changed from polite to a rather, angry attitude.

My father sighed from that. It seems like he knew what Grazar wanted to talk about, but he was going to go along with it.

"Sure, why not?" he returned the same behavior as they both trotted a few feet away from me to discuss something in privacy. I know I shouldn't stick my snout in places where it doesn't belong, but I didn't trust Grazar when he changed his tone the moment he looked at my dad. Besides, I can't pass an opportunity to eavesdrop on a conversation for the first time. I perked up my ears to listen. "What is it?"

"You never did tell me why you chose to live the life as a human being."

My father sighed. "Not this again."

"You know this goes against our order. It's our vendetta. Our goal. To seize this land, this whole planet, back from the humans. We were fools to think we could share this worm infested rock with them." Are they really planning on world domination?

"Yes, Grazar. I'm fully aware of what our order is and its goals. And frankly, I don't want to be involved in this quest just because of your hatred toward humans."

"It's not just about me, Nixon. I know your father and your brother and I'm sure they will agree as well that the path you have taken is not the right one and you are considered a traitor." Why are my grandfather and my uncle involved in this? And my father would never betray anyone.

"It's better than being called a murderer and killing innocent lives. Innocent humans, women and children. If you do not show mercy for this 'worms', then I have nothing left to say to you. Plus, I have a newborn son that I'm focusing my time on."

"That hybrid? Half human, half dragon? That's disgusting. Outrageous! I'm outraged by your arrogant decision."

"Think and say what you like, Grazar, but my decision is final. I will not kill anyone that does not deserve a fate such as death. In this particular manner, we will not see eye-to-eye. I'm sorry, my friend, but that's just how it is." You tell him, dad.

Grazar sighed. "So be it..." I then caught him shooting me a devilish expression. My dad caught this just in time.

"GUIL, RUN!!!" Grazar had lunged at me, but my father caught him in the nick of time as he pinned him to the ground. "Go on, son, get out of here!" I had no choice but to run from the scene. As I looked back, I saw Grazar break out of my father's grasp and starts running after me.

"You won't get away from me, hybrid!" he roared as he chased me down.

I only had enough time to think about the whole subject as it went down. Grazar is furious at the humans for who knows why and my father is supposed to be a part of this. Fortunately, my father refuses to be involved with this, but where does my grandfather and uncle fit into all of this? Why does Grazar hate humans? What's this order he's talking about? And why do the dragons want to retake the world? None of this adds up. There were too many holes in this... Not enough pieces to put this puzzle together.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I looked back to see if Grazar was still chasing me, but he had disappeared. Aw, crud. Where did he go? As I stopped to look around, I kept hearing bushes rustle around me. Could it be him trying to come out at me? A few seconds later, a squirrel pops out and runs away. Hmm...

WHAM! Grazar lunges out at me and pins me to a tree, holding me up by my neck, grasping it tightly so that no air goes into my lungs.

"I'd hate to kill a hatchling," I heard him say. Maybe I could try to persuade him somehow.

"Y-Yeah, you're right," I managed to get out. "I-I am a hatchling...I'm...one of you..."

"You're mistaken: You are not one of us, whelp."

"But I'm...still a dragon, aren't I? What example are you showing if you kill someone as small and innocent as me? You would disgrace your 'order' even more if this would occur... You are so full of hatred and anger; you are blind by what's happening around you..."

He snarled at me and tightened his grip on my neck.

"You know nothing, runt."

"You're the runt, choking the living daylights out of a mere child. What kind of honor is that, you big bully?!"

"Why, you little--" He was interrupted by my father tackling him, once again, relinquishing his grip on me. I fell to the ground, holding my neck and gasping for air. I looked over and they were snarling, swiping, and snapping at each other, trading blows as they battled. Then, just like that, they took to the skies.

There they were. Flying high in the air as they duked it out. They kept exchanging blows to the face and belly as well as their fireballs colliding. It looked like they were evenly matched, but... Something was telling me that they were holding back. The question is, how much?

Then, the turn of events. Grazar got a good swipe in to my Dad's face, then a good punch to the gut and then tossed him to the ground. This time, Grazar had my father pinned down. No! Dad can't lose! I felt so hopeless as I watched Grazar pummel away at my father in fury.

"No! Stop! Please! Leave my father alone!" I cried out, begging for them to stop. Grazar ignored my pleas, lost in his own rage, watching my father cough up blood.

"It's such a shame it has to end this way, Nixon," Grazar said.

"Stop it...stop it..." I was saying in a low volume, but not loud enough for them to hear. Then, Grazar raised his claws, getting ready to deliver the final strike.

"Farewell, 'old friend'."

Now, I was getting really angry. I couldn't take it anymore. I was feeling enormous power flowing inside me as it showed by a red aura forming around my body. Growling very loudly, I roared as fierce as I could at the top of my lungs. "STOP IT!!!"

Grazar and my father looked over at me, dumbfounded. What was this power surging through me? At that time, I didn't care. I wanted to help my father.

"LEAVE MY FATHER ALONE!!!" I roared again and charged at Grazar with incredible speed, head-butting him in the stomach. He fell flat on the ground, coughing and groaning.

"Guil!" I heard my father say, as he was still flabbergasted by the fact that I had gained amazing power. "G-Get out of here... Run!" I didn't pay any attention to him as I continued to stare at Grazar. This only made my father a bit angrier. "Guilbert Anton Hawkings! You listen to your father right now!!" I finally turned my attention to him and he gasped, seeing the angry expression on my face. It was more intimidating than his normally serious facial expressions. He was actually trembling in fear.

I turned my attention back to Grazar and trotted toward him, looking down at him while he was still trying to get up. He glared up at me and snapped his muzzle at me, trying to eat me. The cannibal! Grasping his maw, I held them open, catching them, then slammed them shut, climbing onto his head and then sinking my fangs into his neck, my semi-tiny teeth actually piercing his scales. He roared and yelped out in pain as he ran around like a chicken with his head cut off, wiggling and shaking around, trying his hardest to get me off. I wouldn't budge. I want to make him suffer. I want to make him pay.

Finally letting go, I grabbed him by the horns and flipped him onto his back, slamming him to the ground. Then, I jumped into the air and did a cannonball onto his stomach, as I landed on him pretty darn hard. He gagged and coughed up blood. Oh, I wasn't done yet. Swiftly, I grabbed his tail and started slamming him on the ground, then tossed him against a tree.

He laid there, on his back against the tree, hardly moving. I jumped on his belly and took out my dagger that I still had hoisted in my belt and held it against his neck. He looked at me with one eye open and the other half opened. I stared back at him. It was an awkward silence for a few minutes, then, I sighed and took the dagger away from his neck. I was calming down, the aura around me disappearing as I hopped off his stomach.

He tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Why didn't you kill me? You had the blade at my neck. You could've slit my throat. I was about to kill your father!"

I quickly turned to him, with the same expression I had before.

"Because I don't want to turn into you. Someone who would let his life be controlled by anger and hate and rage. And personally, I love dragons. I don't have it in me to kill something I admire so much. Aside from that, I will not be a murderer. Besides, you've suffered enough. Just remember this: You mess with my family, you're messing with me. And from just happened a few minutes ago, you don't want to mess with me again, do you?!" I saw him swallow hard. "I didn't think so... Find some other way of being a spineless jerk."

He remained silent after what I just said. He looked over at my father, who was getting up off the ground. He sighed.

"I suppose...the little one is right...I was too judgmental. ...I apologize, Nixon."

"Water under the bridge, my friend," my father said. "That doesn't alter our friendship, does it?"

He shook his head. "No, I suppose not."

"Then, we're fine then, aren't we?"

Grazar looked over at me. "You're a very unique little hatchling. But, don't think I won't be back for a rematch."

I nodded.

"I'm looking forward to that, Mr. Grazar."

With a quick smirk, he took to the skies and flew away. I sighed in exhaustion and fell over on the grass under me. That power took a lot out of me. I will admit: It felt good. Really good.

My father came over and laid down next to me as he was tired as well.

"That's the first time you disobeyed me, son," my father reminded me of my ignorance. "Why didn't you leave when I told you to?"

"Isn't it obvious, father?" I replied without looking at him. "You were in danger. You were, dare I say, dying. I didn't want to just run while you were being torn apart by someone who doesn't agree with your motives."

"My motives?" He looked at me.

I blinked and looked away.

"Oh, you were eavesdropping, were you?"

"Er..." I sighed in defeat. "Yes father..."

"That's some good hearing you have." He didn't sound too mad. In fact, he sounded impressed at my hearing.

I looked at him. "I'm sure you are aware, Dad, that I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. But, I felt helpless to do anything. I felt my emotions actually give me strength...the strength to help you." I crawled over to him slowly. "In other words, I love you too much to just sit in the sidelines..." He blinked. "As my father, wouldn't you do the same?"

He put his paw on my head. "Isn't THAT obvious, son? Yes I would. I, too, feel the same way about you. I would put my life on the line to protect you...as I love you as much as you love me, only I love you more." I saw him smirk. Not this again. My father and I would make this into a certain "game" to see who loves each other the most.

"Dad!" I said in a playful tone, sticking my tongue out at him.

He chuckled. "Well, it's true..." He yawned. "But for now, I'm up for a catnap. How about you?"

I nodded. "I'm game."