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Jonathan grunted as he pulled himself up onto the stone ledge, his light
armour rattling as he steadied himself and looked into the mouth of the
cave. Here it was, he thought to himself. The dragon's cave.
About six months ago, the young man had turned eighteen. Ever since he was
a young boy, he wanted to be a knight. He had grown up idolising them,
those armoured heroes who would fight for the king, protect the innocent,
strike down villains. Everything that a knight was, everything they
represented, was what he called the "heart of a knight" and it was what he
wanted to have. So on that day he made a decision; sure, he was still
three years too young to join the order properly, but that didn't mean he
couldn't make a start showing his own "heart of a knight". He had bought
some armour, specifically a breast-plate with gauntlets and greaves, along
with a sword and shield and he began performing his own "knightly duties".
With any luck, by the turned twenty-one they would have heard of him.
Heck, they might even be so impressed by his heart of a knight, they would
invite him to join their order personally!
...sure, there were some setbacks. He had attacked a young man who he saw
taking food from the merchant's stall. It turned out he was the merchant's
new assistant. He had tried to bring back an escaped horse that had been
sighted in the area. It flung him off immediately and nearly injured him.
He had tried to find a young girl's missing cat, and even fought the young
boys keeping it. It turned out to be the wrong cat, and he had gained a
reputation as a bully and cat thief.
But he knew that if he wanted to be a knight, he had to keep at it. If he
wanted to have the heart of a knight, he had to keep trying. And despite
everything, he knew there was one thing that all knights did, one thing
that would proof his strength of morality and character. The ultimate task
of a knight; slaying a dragon! He asked around town, and was informed that
the cave at the top of the mountain was home to one of the infamous scaled
beasts. And so, here he was!
Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, the would-be-knight steeled
himself and walked into the cave. He walked down the natural stone
corridor, following it in all directions. He walked, his metallic
footsteps being the only thing that he could hear. He walked, one hand
against the wall to follow it. He walked...
...and walked...
......and walked...
.........and walked...
.............and walked...
Jonathan sighed and slumped against the wall. He had been walking for what
had to have been an hour, and all he saw was darkness, rocks and more
darkness. He placed his face in his gloved hands; there was no dragon.
They just wanted rid of him. He had been tricked. And he was so desperate
to be a hero he fell for it.
With another sigh, he stood up. Might as well head home. He placed his
hand on the wall... wait... why did it feel so different from a moment
ago? The cracks and bumps on the wall were nothing like they were before.
He felt the wall for several moments, before extending his hand to the
other wall. Clearly he must've gotten them mixed... no, that didn't feel
right either...
His heart fell into his stomach. Bollocks, he thought to himself. He
couldn't remember which way he had come from. He was lost.
Glancing around as best he could in the darkness, Jonathan slowly extended
his hands forward and began to walk. He cursed his own incompetence; had
he really been so stupid to come to a CAVE without a lantern, or a candle?
Or matches at least?
And so once again, Jonathan walked...
...and walked...
......and tripped...
.........and fell...
............and tumbled head over heels down the natural stone ramp,
crashing through an unusually thin wall of limestone. He slowly sat up,
having to shield his eyes from the dazzling light that hit them. As they
adjusted back from their time in the cave, Jonathan could barely believe
what he saw.
Gold.
He was still in the cave, that much was clear from the stone walls of the
grotto he was in. But said grotto was filled with gold coins, arranged in
neat piles of varying height along the walls. Treasure chests that were
overflowing with jewels and riches dotted the room, large bags tied shut
with expert care rested against the gold piles, various pieces of
expensive armour and weaponry, money, diamonds, pearls, rubies, sapphires,
amethysts, emeralds, platinum, gold, silver, bronze, every valuable thing
you could imagine was there. The sunlight poured through a hole in the
cave roof, shining off the fortune and granting the room a similarly
coloured wash.
And in the very centre of the room, staring intently at Jonathan, was an
enormous dragon.
He felt his body tense as he looked up at the legendary creature. Its body
was coated in scales as red as the rubies in its collection, with a pair
of long golden horns extending from its head. Each of its great paws ended
in four talons, each one as long as Jonathan's entire body, and immense
wings stretched out from its back. Amber eyes stared at the young man, as
the beast slowly lowered its head and opened its maw.
"What are you doing here?" A harsh, feminine voice escaped the monster's
lips. Jonathan was caught completely off-guard.
"Y-You're a girl?" he asked, and immediately regretted it. The dragon
reared up and flames escaped her jaws, the golden light that filled the
grotto turning a deeper orange colour. She suddenly slammed her front paws
onto the ground, shaking the room enough to send several of the carefully
arranged gold piles scattering.
"WHAT are YOU doing HERE!?" she demanded once more. Jonathan's mouth
flapped open and closed as he tried to justify his presence, but his voice
seemed to have left him. The dragon's amber eyes fell on his sword, and
she growled through her fangs.
"You have come to kill me."
A chill ran down Jonathan's spine from the sheer venom in the dragon's
words. He could feel the sheer hate in her glare, and he had to will
himself not to collapse on the spot. This was a dragon. This was a REAL
dragon.
"I-I-I..."
"WELL!?" she roared, her massive tail swinging through the room and
sending a wave of gold crashing against the wall.
"Yes!" Jonathan finally answered. He swallowed the lump that had formed in
his throat, and his eyes met the orange orbs glaring daggers at him. "Yes,
I... I wish to be a knight. So I... I came to slay you."
"Slay me?" the dragon asked with derisive laugh. "Boy, even if you lived
to be a hundred you would never be able to slay me. Look at you!" She
jerked her head in his direction. "You're shaking... you came with just a
sword, a shield and the clothes on your back... and you came alone." She
leaned down close to him, so close he could smell the brimstone on her
breath. "You're not a knight. You're a foolish little boy, playing
pretend."
"..." Jonathan tried his best to calm his trembling body, tried his best
not to show fear. He was failing.
"You're not even worth the satisfaction," the dragon said dismissively,
leaning back onto her haunches. "Leave. Go now, and I will forget this
ever happened."
Jonathan's face slowly turned red. Was this dragon... mocking him? He grit
his teeth together, his hand tightening on his sword. For a brief moment,
he felt his anger overpower his fear, and he spoke.
"No."
The dragon raised the brow over one eye intriguingly, as the young man
drew his sword.
"No," he repeated. "I won't run away. I... I will become a knight... and
so, I WILL slay you, dra-"
He was cut off as the dragon's claws moved with lightning speed, striking
the sword out of his hand. Her other paw shot forward and slammed him into
the wall, once again shaking the room, and knocked all the fight out of
him. Her talons closed around his body and she lifted him up to her face.
"Stupid boy," she said. "Do you have any idea how many knights have tried
and failed to kill me over the years? You should have left when I gave you
the chance."
He grunted in pain, struggling against the dragon's hold but her grip was
too strong. He looked up at her, her long blade-like teeth mere feet from
his face. He clenched his eyes shut. It was over. His knightly career was
going to end before it began.
"But..." she continued. "...as I said, killing you is hardly worth the
effort. Besides, you ARE just a child who doesn't know better."
Against his better judgement, he hesitantly opened one eye. Those same
white knives were drawn into a wide smile. He gulped audibly.
"What... what are you going to do to me?" he asked.
"Teach you a lesson," she answered.
Her paw tipped back and opened up, causing him to stand upon her palm.
Before he could respond, her fangs parted and bright pink flames spread
from her throat.
The rose-coloured blaze whipped around Jonathan's body, spreading and
passing over him. He screamed, but it was a scream of surprise and fear as
opposed to pain, as the fire didn't burn. Instead, a tingle ran through
his body as it shifted and transformed, his clothes dissolving into
nothing. He raised his arms to protect his face, but it did no good. What
the hell was she doing to him?
The flames slowly died down, and Jonathan felt his legs give out. He
collapsed onto his knees, panting heavily, before he looked down at
himself... and screamed again. A high pitched scream.
The first thing that caught his attention was his chest. Or more
accurately, his breasts. They were not overly big but still quite
impressive, and partially covered in ruby red scales which pushed them up
like a makeshift brassiere. Said scales travelled down either side of his
chest and stomach to his hips, from where they converged and completely
covered his lower body. Similar scales coated his arms from the elbow
down... his slim, delicate arms, the arms of a young girl... just like his
long, frail legs. Each of his digits ended in a long white talon. He
quickly began to touch his new body, feeling how much wider his hips were,
how slim his stomach was... how empty his crotch was. Panic began to set
in and he glanced at his curvy backside, and saw the long scaled tail
extending out just above it, and the red leathery wings growing from his
shoulder blades. He reached up to feel his hair, now long enough that it
was tied into pigtails and still fall past his shoulders... and bright
red, judging from the lock he pulled into view. More exploration found a
pair of long horns extending from his skull, just like the ones the
chuckling dragon sported, though significantly smaller.
"What have you done to me!?" Jonathan demanded in his new voice, but it
was too shrill and high pitched to be intimdidating. It sounded less like
an enraged yell, and more like a panicked shriek.
"I'm going to give you a taste of what it's like to be a monster," the
dragon stated calmly, tightening her grip on her prisoner and spreading
her wings. With a few flaps, she soared up to the opening in her lair and
perched on the rim of the mountain.
"Come back and visit me in... let's say... three years," the dragon said.
"I'll change you back then."
"Three years!?" Jonathan squealed, his eyes wide. "But... but..."
"If you come back before then, I WILL kill you," she added firmly, before
she reared her arm back and pitched Jonathan into the air before he could
protest. "See you in three years~!"
Jonathan could only let out a feminine cry as he went sailing through the
air, somersaulting into the sky before plummetting to the ground. He
landed with an undignified thud. A groan escaped his lips as he slowly
stood up. Seemed his draconian body was sturdier than it looked, since a
fall like that would have killed him otherwise. He slowly looked up, and
saw that he had landed at the gates of his town. A woman he knew from the
market looked over, her eyes wide, and she screamed.
"Monster!" she called out. "Help! There's a monster in the village!"
"N-No!" Jonathan shouted in panic, trying to calm her. "Missus Perkins,
it's me!"
"Guards! Knights!" Mrs. Perkins continued to yell, and people soon began
to come running. Some with weapons, and it wouldn't be long before the
knights arrived. Not knowing what else to do, Jonathan turned and ran as
fast as his slender legs could carry him.
He managed to get away before anyone could follow him, and quickly ducked
into a small cavern nearby. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling tears
well up.
"Damn it..." he muttered, fighting to keep his lower lip from trembling,
before he slammed his reptilian foot into the cave wall. The entire cavern
shook, and cracks ran along the stone from his newfound draconic strength.
He barely registered it. He brought his knees close to his chest, resting
his forehead on them. What was he going to do now? He couldn't go back
home. Not like this. He remembered his mother and his sister... they'd
probably not even recognise him. And the knights he so idolised would kill
him on sight. His life was over. The stress was too much for him and he
began to cry.
"...excuse me, miss?"
Jonathan felt his body go stiff with panic before he turned his teary gaze
in the voice's direction. Someone stood at the mouth of the cave. He
slowly stood up as the intruder approached, revealing themselves to be an
elf; a dark elf specifically, if the indigo-coloured skin and white hair
were any indication.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice. Jonathan gulped and
wiped at his eyes. The scales of his hands felt rough against his skin,
but he refused to let the newcomer see his discomfort.
"It's nothing," he replied curtly. He knew elves were not to be trusted,
especially dark elves.
"...alright." The dark elf relented and took a seat by the cave wall.
"Well... do you mind if I rest here? I've got a long walk ahead of me, and
the sun's setting. I'd rather not travel at night."
"...do what you want," Jonathan answered, folding his arms.
"Many thanks." The elf slid a large backpack off his shoulder and settled
it on the ground. He glanced back at the new dragon-girl. "I'm a merchant,
you see. I'm looking to do business in Wightwood."
Wightwood. Jonathan had heard of that. It was a place where some monsters
and other creatures had settled down, making a little makeshift town in
the forest. "...hm."
"Indeed, it's a pretty dangerous journey to go alone, but needs must," the
elf continued. "I tried to hire a knight at the castle town, but they
turned me away."
"Well, of course." Jonathan scoffed. "Why would knights want to assist a
monster?"
"True, but I had thought..." He paused, then shook his head. "Heh, it's
silly. Pay me no heed."
"You thought what?" Jonathan looked at the elf confused. What would make
him think he could seek the help of the knights?
"Well... I heard that part of their creed is to help people. So... I
thought that applied to everyone."
Jonathan went silent.
"Heh... yes, yes, a silly thought, I know. I should've guessed that I'd be
chased away before I even got to the order's front door," the merchant
continued, closing his eyes.
A long silence filled the cave.
"...if you want..."
"Hm?" The merchant opened his eyes.
Jonathan looked over at his current cave-mate. "...if you want, I can
accompany you. I'm no knight, but..."
"Really?" The dark elf sat up. "I wouldn't want to put you in any
danger..."
Jonathan couldn't help but scoff, hands on hips. "Don't worry about that.
I know how to handle myself."
The dark elf couldn't help but chuckle at his bravado. "Well, if you're
sure." He gave Jonathan a smile, before extending his hand. "How rude of
me, I forgot to even tell you my name; I'm Venn."
Jonathan took the older male's hand in his, shaking it. "I'm..." he began,
only to pause as he remembered his current predicament. He hesitated
before answering. "...Dragona. Call me Dragona."
The merchant raised an eyebrow, clearly recognising it as a fake name, but
chose not to say anything. Judging from his smile, he didn't even seem
offended. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dragona. Very well, we leave for
Wightwood in the morning. For now, it'd be best to get some sleep."
The newly-christened Dragona nodded. "Yeah..." He said, leaning on the
cave wall and closing his eyes, when a thought occurred to him. "Venn?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"Could I borrow a pen and paper please? I have a letter I need to write."
"Oh, of course." The dark elf dug around in his luggage, producing a few
sheets and a quill with ink. "Here you are, and there's more if you need
it."
"Thank you!" Dragona smiled and laid it out, dipping the quill into the
ink and beginning to write. "Dear mother..."
His mind was made up. He'd send this letter explaining to his family what
had happened, and he would go with Venn to Wightwood. He couldn't believe
he had lost sight of what being a knight was all about. If he wanted to
become a knight, the answer was simple; help people. And that meant ALL
people, human and otherwise.
He smiled as he signed the letter. He'd talk Venn into taking a detour in
the morning. Sure, he was a girl now, and sure, he was part dragon. But he
was still himself. He still had the heart of a knight. And he was
determined to prove it.
...but that was for another day.
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