Dragon in Disguise

Red. So much red. Why…

With a gasp Meira sat up, her eyes wide. The burn mark on her wrist throbbed. “Where… Why…” She looked down at her bloody hands and it all came rushing back. The cult… the cult that hunted mythical creatures… and dragons. She was a dragon. They didn’t know though, when they found her three years ago, that she was a dragon… Stay focused! ‘Ok, Meira, deep breath. Start from the beginning.’ The cult had found her in her human form. They had taken her in, burned her wrist, and she had traveled with them, scared to leave. Then… then… they had discovered her true form. They had tried to kill her and drink her blood. The cult had… the cult… the cult that was dead… why? …

Once they discovered her, she had no choice but to turn back into her dragon form, and use her telekinetic magic to kill… kill… why… she didn’t want to…

“No. don’t think about that. Think about… Flying! Right, flying!”

She envisioned herself flying. A smaller dragon, about the size of a pony. Her body is a pearly white, and her horns, teeth, claws and the spikes on the bottom of her tail are deep black, almost like obsidian. Her eyes are also black with a single white speck in both of them.

And her black claws are soaked in something thick and sticky, her white scales stained with blood.

“NO!” Please… why…

She got up, stumbled into a small stream, and her knees gave out. She dunked herself in the water, anything to get the blood off…

“Hello? Miss, are you alright?” She gasped, standing up and whirling around.

He walked towards her, a man of about 35 years old. He had the hardened look of a fighter, but in his eyes there was a glint of knowledge and curiosity. Meira stumbled back a few steps and he raised his hands. “No no, I don’t want to hurt you, see?” When she paused, he took a few steps forward, his hands still up. “You’re a dragon, right? My name is Baren, I’m the biology professor at the Academy!” She sniffled, only now noticing the tears running down her face. “Don’t be scared,” he said, “I know you had to fight, I know they were bad people.” Baren was now in arms reach of her, and put his hands on her shoulders, and crouched down to be at eye level. “Hey, you’re gonna be ok, alright?”

Blood, death… burn… fear, SO MUCH FEAR, WH-

He made eye contact with her, his hands squeezing her shoulders reassuringly “You’ll be alright.”

Finally, she responded, her voice shaky.

“Ok.”