The transformation started in his mom
first. He tried to run toward her as she slumped on the ground, her body
contorted and she screamed; she was suffering. It was terrible! He looked at her, his eyes widened, his mouth
dropped open with shock. He didn´t understand what was going on. He thought it
was a kind of spell or something like that. What other explanation he´d find
for that?
However, before he reached her, he fell on
my knees; a terrifying, not human sound, escaped him as he sensed the pain of
thousand deaths. His bones clicked as if they were being smashed, disjointed and
replaced. His flesh seemed to be torn off, separated from his bones. It was
excruciating and he was surprised for
being aware. He wished he weren´t. The process was too long; soon, minutes
turned into hours.
His smooth and tanned skin gave place to a
rough and green leather with scales; his long and thin fingers became thick
claws, sharp talons; a tail appeared at the end of his spine; his vision and
hearing adjusted to his new condition, they were much more accurate.
He tried to walk, however, it was hard to
move that big green body that didn´t belong to him, but he lived inside it. It
was easy to picture what he had become because, in front of him, there was his
mother and she was… she was… A dragon.
Many, many thousands of miles away.
He blinked several times to adjust his
vision to the whiteness of the snow; it was so bright. He knew something was
wrong, but he didn´t know what was wrong. There was an old man a few feet of him,
keeping a safe distance. He had a feeling of recognition, just it. The man
seemed too scared to manage a word; immobile, the man seemed a statue. He tried
to move toward him; deep inside he had the feeling that he could do it. It was hard.
He felt as if he was drunk and his body
moved in an awkward way, his legs seemed unstable, clumsy. Dropping his gaze, he
wondered why he was on his fours. It looked wrong, new, but he couldn´t say
what was right either. It just seemed impossible to find balance on two legs;
he wondered why he wanted to keep himself on two feet.
He tried once more and his blue claws dove
in the snow as he finally managed a step.
Approaching a house, he turned his head to the side; the window
reflected his image. He screamed when he saw the head of a dragon, fire escaped
his mouth and he screamed more. There was something very wrong, misplaced; yet,
he didn´t know what was right. That dragon´s head didn´t belong to him, but he
couldn´t say how he looked like. He had the feeling that the scared old man
wouldn´t give him the answers to his questions.
This is a bonus material of “Dragon´s Curse”.
