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It was the beginning of a long journey to the little girl that had drafted outside of his house and wandered into the very hearts of the woods. Panic had begun to consume her the moment she realized that the trail had long disappeared, replaced with uneaven and soft ground that craked now and then with some stray branch or leaf, and that the voice of her father had already been replaced with the terrorizing sounds of creeping creatures and hungry predators. As the realization of the perilous situation began to really sink into the poor child's mind and imagination, making every shadow casted a demon and every sound heard a possible hungry beast, fear began to take control of her actions and made her run with all her might deeper into the unknown, effectively cutting her from the rest of the world.

There, where the ground opened up to the sky and the mattress of grass was disturbed with the ocaccional boulder or small hill, was when her strength finally reached its end and her limbs collapsed into a tired ball near the center. For a very long time the only sound that was heard was a very loud crying, then the one of sobbing, and then there was silence until the first crickets began to play their song.

When the little one finally returned from the world of dreams she was received with a cover of darkness. At first she thought her eyes were closed, until the first set of amber spheres appeared on the horizon, followed by many others until she was surrounded by them. The alpha male, seeing the oportunity to catch an easy meal, was the first one to launch forward and was soon followed by the rest of the pack.

Just at that moment, the little girl screamed her lungs out, but instead of the ordinary high-pitched sound she had expected to hear, a roar came out of her throat, shaking the earth itself for far more time that should have even been possible. After that silence ruled over the clearing, followed shortly after by the busy movements of the retreating wolves. The little one didn't have much time to react to what had happened as a souring pain coursed through her body.

It started with her eyes, that went blind the moment she closed them, and spread through her head, neck, torso, arms, legs and ended in the very tip of her toes. It was as if her very skin was digging daggers into her muscles and her bones. She rolled over and hit the boulders many times, punching the skin and releasing the scales uderneath it. She trashed all over the place, making it easier for bones to reshape and flesh to realign for their new purposes. She had to hold onto the side of a low hill to steady herself as spines, claws, fangs, wings and tail made their way through. She finally collapsed on the ground when everything was over, panting softly from her new muzzle.

Her eyes finally found the energy to open up... and the world invaded her. Everything was sharp and focused, from the tanters of clothes she tore apart some meters away to the family of birds that was quietly resting on a branch in a tree half a mile away. The colors seemed to glow from things and she even found out some ones that hadn't existed before. At the end she managed to stand up, fix her gaze on the solid round moon that had just been revealed upon the world and roar at it until her lungs could take it no more and her long neck could go no further into the night sky.

That was the first time that Lizzette transformed into a dragon.

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The day came sooner than usual for our little child. The soft bed and warm coverings kept the little one at bay in the dreams realm, where she dreamt of rocky landscapes with mountains so high that could have touched the very stars at night. It was the morning sun that finally made her eyes open.

She normally woke up before the rooster gave his morning call, and even before the first sun rays invaded the sky, so she could help her father with the chores of the farm. Knowing this, it was unsurprising that the first thing she did was to send every cover flying to the other side of the room and to put on her working clothes as soon as possible.

When she got out her father had already fed all the animals and was about to go see how the field was coming out. The first thing she did was to go apologize with him for having dozed off all morning, again. Being still a youthful, she had a propency to have bad dreams take the better of her, making her stay alert all night and recovering the missing sleep hours later at day. Her father understood and sent her to wash some clothes on the nearby river that helped feed the farm. She immediately went to the house, grabbed all the things she needed and headed to the North road.

He watched her go, and was grateful that she thought of last night of only a dream in that little head of hers, and even more grateful that, somehow, she had been able to find her way back to the edge of the woods that surrounded the little farm.

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Time passed as it usually does, and before anyone knew it thirty days and twenty nine nights had already gone by in the blur of monotony and hard work. The sun had hidden in the horizon long ago and the only audible sound so far was the crickets and other insects singing in a chorus just in the border of the tree line. That, however, was cut off shortly with the sharp edge of a whinny.

Lizzete thought, not for the first time, that work at the farm was endless. Even at night some of the animals get startled by something, usually a rabbit or a fox from the nearby woods. Our little one is used to this kind of nightly errands, as her father sometimes goes into town to attend some important matters and she's in charge until he returns the next day. Despite the blinding darkness, she moved as swiftly as she would have in daylight and was soon in front of the mare's stall.

The old horse poked her head out and received the little one with some friendly poking of her very dextrous and strong lips. She, in return, smuggled her a carrot which she immediately accepted and petted her on those spots in her long muzzle that she liked the best. The animal had always been skinny to the point of poking her ribs out and had never really been much of a help in the farm anyways, even in her youth days. What had saved her so far had been the girl's love, that made it impossible for her father to get rid of her.

At one point the little cotton hands stopped rubbing and the horse opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Looking back at the steam of pure white light that was coming from one of the largest holes that adorned the roof, she could see her small human falling around on the ground. Being confused at first, she tried to poke even more of herself out to try and see what was going on, but confusion quickly became panic in the blink of an eye when she noted that something was wrong, and the whinnies started again even louder.

There, on the ground, our little child was going through a process that she thought had only existed in her dreams, only sligthly different than the previous time. The scales were growing out of her skin much like thick hairs instead of ripping it to shreds and leaving it on the ground. The bones shifted and accomodated with ease and swiftness, the movements of the new limbs easily coming to mind as it happened. Tail, muzzle and wings sprouted from their confinement and stretched. The horns, claws and fangs grew out, disscarding quickly the old hair, nails and theeth. In a lot less time than the previous occassion, and without all the previous pain, the transition from one body to the other was complete and the little one saw the world again from behind slitted eyes.

Not having as good vision as a human, or a dragon for that matter, a horse has to relay more on other senses to see the world around them, especially the hearing and the smell. So when the animal in the stall didn't hear any screams or any other threathening noise and didn't catch any hint of a predator or other danger in the air, she stopped her own panic and began to aknowledge the girl in front of her. Her eyes told her something huge and threathening was laying there, but her other senses said it was her girl, confused and afraid, so she did what she always does in this kind of situations. Going to the front of the stall once again, she poke her head through the top of the wooden fence and began to tug her face with her very leathery and strong lips, feeling a strange cold and hard sensation on her skin.

Lizzette, for her part, had been startled at first. A rush of ideas and feelings came through her head. Confusion at why she was now scaley all over. Fear of what her father and the town folk would think if they saw her in this deary state. Panic at the prospect of being stuck in that form forever. Anger at having ripped her clothes apart to shreds, yet again. All of them spinning in her head and effectively making a draconic statue of her, until the soft nips came. Slowly, but effectively, the mare's touch began to relax the solid muscles until movility returned, and to melt away the ideas into a constant and stable flow until her head was a great deal clearer. Reason and calmness finally returned to the young, and a claw reached up and carefully continued the job where it had left it. After a while it was over, so the animal gave her a good night's kiss in the only matter horses can, with yet another nip in the tip of the muzzle just below the little horn, and retreted to the back of the only used stall to doze off.

It had been just what the little one needed. Someone who told her that it was ok, that nothing had happened. She was still Lizzette, the humble kid of a farmer, only in a different form. She wondered if this was what her father had said about great changes in her future earlier today as she yawned and began to make herself comfortable. After all, she had been awoken in the middle of the night.

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Unlike the last time, the events of the other night came to the mind of Lizzette easily. It was in part thanks to the fact it was her second time around and, thus, she had a little bit more conciousness of her unique situation, and in part thanks to the cold breeze of the morning air. Before the farmer could get his first boot on she had already gone to put something to cover herself and was beginning her daily work. The torn fabrics and other indications of last night's events were never seen again among the hay and other wastes.

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That night, the kid decided to face her father and find out if her suspicions of the mysterious future planned for her were correct. But the time wasn't right, it seemed, as the farmer had lost track of the intruder that ate the eggs today and was in a pretty grim mood about it. So she decided it would be best to wait until he cooled down again the next day.

The sun hid and rose again, and the time came again when the little one and the older one were face to face enjoying some of the rather short-sized meal. She was about to burst free and attack him with all her questions and doubts that had invaded her mind, but something was amiss. He hadn't opened his mouth all day except to give her instructions and eat, so something must still be bothering his soul to keep him so serious and quiet. The girl decided it was best to let him be for the moment and let him arrange everything, as he usually did, by himself.

As the morning started she was received by a rather joyful hug and peaks in the cheek every now and then. Apparently her father had managed to outsmart the grey menace and show him who 'the real hunter was around here' acording to his very own words. Noting his glee and pride at having saved everyone in the modest farm once again, the young one didn't want to disturb him with her childish problems. In fact, she reflected, she might even end up disturbing him, like that one time she had cut herself on a pointy rock near the water and had ran crying to him. She still reserved that red face full of anger, with his veins poking out and eyes about to fall out of their place, for her nightmares. It didn't matter if it had just been for one second, nor that he had appologized later on, it still stung her small heart and brought sour tears out to think about it, and so she decided to wait and see if tomorrow was a good day to tell him.

But tomorrow wasn't a good day either, so she waited for the next day.

And the next.

And the one after that.

Until she realized that the time for answers would come when her father decided to give them to her.

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The weeks passed. The moon had been hidding her beautiful face until it had been completely dark one night, and was now just pulling herself together, as our little one thought the round one did when passing her stages, until it was the time. Tonight was it, the night were the moon gave her full light to the world until her brother came at day.

Even when she had been prepared, working with renown effort at day so she could go early to bed and wouldn't doze off when the time came. Even when she would be close to the house in a nearby opening that she often visited. Even when her father had gone to those sleeps were he reaked of the awful stuff that she should never touch and couldn't be awaken until well beyond the next day. She still was nervous, not scared however as that had faded away the last time, and a little too anxious.

The shinning one couldn't be seen in the sky anymore, which meant that his sister would come any minute now that the sky was empty and darkness was consuming it. She carefully disrobed, putting what scarce belongings she had on the base of a nearby tree. Making herself as comfortable as anyone could on the cold roughness of the bare ground, she let her body relax and absorb the stars' light, closing her eyelids and covering her beautiful blue orbs. The next second, she opened them, and the world had changed.

Curiosity overwhelmed her. She pull her hands up and saw claws instead, heavy blue claws floating on a sea of lighter scales. She turned her long and flexible neck back and found spikes, a river of sapphire spikes that ran from the shrine of her head, through the smooth surface of pebbles and on to the end of the tail. Moving around she found how natural it felt to move on ground an all fours like a wild beast, the thin but amazingly strong and semi-translucent wings balancing and keeping stability by moving side to side, and the long and thick tail trailing behind. She reached the small mirror on the ground that some would have called a pond and peeked at her reflection. Her head had changed noticeably, a muzzle had attached itself, lenghting her head and fusing her nose so that now only two slits at the tip of it remained, and gained most of the face; a set of small fins much like her wings adorned the sides of the form; two rows of very strong and sharp fangs infested her mouth and a pair of horns had made their way through the back of her head. Even with all the draconic features it was unmistkeable who the creature was, her eyes, although slitted, hadn't lost the expressiveness that divides persons from animals and hadn't lost the sky hue that kept the old ladies at town wondering if she was a witch.

It didn't matter she wasn't human anymore, her soul was still one of a child and, as such, she could stay fixed on her reflection fooling with her face all night. She smiled, a sight that would have scared away anything that had at least a little sense, but she just giggled at how it just seemed out of place in such a predator. She then moved her ears, a feat that was impossible to her before but now was as easy as if they were just another pair of fingers attached to the sides of her head, and she discovered how to control her hearing so that the fall of a leaf could pierce her like a thunder, even if it had been far away, and how to silence the world at will. The not-so-little-anymore child next sticked her biforked toungue out and moved it in the air a little like snakes tended to do, and, mimicking a snake, she slid it back in and proved with the separated bits of flesh around her mouth for a while. It would have continued like that, doing faces and wasting time, if it hadn't been for a little green friend that jumped just at that moment and interrupted the busy reptile.

It saw her. She saw it. It began to hop out of the pond as soon as it aknowledged its mistake and she followed in persuit a very short time later. As for the outcome, lets just say that catching frogs wasn't a challenge for the little weredragon anymore.

The night followed its course and, among the running, the games and the failed attempts to fly and breath fire, it ended much sooner than our little one had expected, like all good things tended to do in life. As soon as the first sun ray peaked from the mountains she bagan to shrink. Her horns and head spines thined and began to turn to the brown tone she was used to, her claws retreated and flattened until just her normal dirty nails remained, her tail and wings disappeared to whatever place they go when she's human, her skin absorbed all the scales back, and as the face, neck, legs and arms returned to what she was used to, normality ruled over the woods once again. She picked up her things where she had lefte them and went to catch on some sleep before her father would wake up, which wouldn't happen for still some time.

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She had been extremely careful and lucky in her nightly errands so far. For the last five months she had gone through her metamorphosis, as one of them had been cloudy all night and the other one had been a moonless dark time, she had been sneaking out of the house either when his father was sleeping like a rock or when he was out minding his own business in town and didn't come back until the next day. But like many other things in her life, this wasn't something that was meant to hold up for much.

You didn't have to be a grown up to know when something's wrong. The animals, even the wild ones, had stayed silent all day long. The flowers and colors seemed to be out of place among the featureless gray. Even the sun had decided to stay off from the little mountain town, stepping away to make room to the colossal clouds and the collosal shadow they casted. All her father would tell her was to come along to the town square with him. He didn't even had to tell her to stay quiet as she already noted that no one needed words to talk, their faces told everything she needed to know and even more.

Her father went to meet with the other townsfolk, every single one of them with the heavy marks of age and work buried on their faces along with deep concern and fear of what the call had been for. The younger ones, however, had been put aside and were lead to a group of trees wide enough to cover everyone, not that it really made any difference at all.

“Come here children,” one of the elders say “come here and hear what I have to say”

Calling him an elder was mere formality of course. He still had the force to pin down a bull to the ground and his mind was easily as sharp as the horns of the poor beast. The only visible sign of age that could make it easy to track down in a crowd were his whites that made his hair a soft grey.

The children gathered around him and when every single one of the sons of the twenty families had arrived he began with a dry and heavy voice to pass down part of his wisdom.

“I know many of you are aware of the dangers that lay ahead of the tree line. The vastness of plants, the uncertain terrain and the nightmares and monsters that hunts those grounds is enough to make even the most brave men doubt before setting foot in it. Normally it's fine to wander in for a short distance to collect wood, as long as you keep to the paths. This, however, will no longer be possible as a new creature has arrived and made its lair there.”

This caught Lizzette by surprise, and her heart began to pund harder.

“Its strenght as powerful as twenty of the best knights of the king.”

She began to take in deep harsh breaths.

“Its armor so strong that not even a sword can break through it.”

She started to walk backwards, to retreat.

“Its wicked form can move faster than you can blink and can fuse with the shadows to make it invisible.”

She hit some of the others, who didn't seemed to mind as they were too deep in the words of the old one to even notice her.

“It can take down entire villages and towns from above, releasing its mortal breath and making fire rain from the skies.”

She came at last to the outside of the circle, her eyes never leaving the black eyes of his elder. He then looked at her directly on the face.

“This, my children, is a dragon.”

Just when the last word was spoken, her knees got weaker and her balance failed.

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The town was on the very limits of one of the many kindoms that plaged the world at the time, and as such it was cut off from the rest of the world. That's why a group of the bravest men had been picked up to send news to whatever authority was in charge of taking down the dragon that hunted the poor population.

Lizzette woke up some moments after the party had long left for the west. She had been carried all the way and put in her bed by the herbolary's orders. Everyone thought she had been so scared of the story that she backed away slowly and tripped, hitting her head and becoming unconcious instantly. Of course, with such limited knowledge in the ways of medicine, except for some old plant remedies, they didn't notice that she had actually fainted.

With her head still spinning and her toughts all mixed in confusion, our little one took some time to aknowledge what had happened, when memory came back to her she began to understand more deeply the problem she was now facing. Before she could do anything more, however, something more important took her attention at that moment.

Light slowly began to filter through the spaces between the wood of the roof. The girl, being very agile and quick, climbed one of the walls like a little squirell and took a better look through one of the holes. She could see the big white eye of the sky slowly coming out of her blankets of the clouds. She immediately let go, landing rather painfully, and ger breaths began to increase. With a little effort she could stand up, with some parts hurt from the fall, and began to set her bed, so that her father woulsn't know of her monthly trips to the woods, with haste.

When it was already filled with enough hay, she turned towards the door, when a pain gripped at her stomach. 'Not here,' she thought 'not now', but it was already too late.

Knowing of the inevitable, the only thing Lizzette could do was to take all her garments off, which she did and just in time. For the first time she wanted to stop it. She gripped her what she could of her arms in an attempt to hold the little daggers in place, but was unsuccessful as they pierces trhough skin. She tried to tense her muscles so that her bones could stay in place, only to find it came as an unberable pain. She curled up on the floor, more in panic and exahustion than to prevent the changes, and her soft body began to lose all her innocence and pasiveness to become sharp and dangerous.

For the rest of the world it took only the blink of an eye, but for the dragon laying on her room it had been some of the worst minutes, if not hours, of her life. But, if it wasn't enough already, she was cramped in confines of her own dormitory by her enormous size. She tried to see if she could squeeze trough the door without damaging it too badly but to no avail. She was stuck and could hardly move without bumping into anything.

“Who's there?” a very familiar voice announced from the other side of the wooden frame. Lizzette froze in place, just now realizing how much noise she had been doing. The next thing she heard before covering her eyes was the knocking on her door.

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