When I awoke, I was in a room with no light, and began to panic. I threw myself at the walls of my prison, and they broke. I tumbled out, an uncoordinated ball of limbs and body. I grunted, craning my neck, to search my new surroundings. It was apparently, night out. I was in a little cove, with a deep pond, and no obvious way out. Wait, the pond! If I could take a look at my reflection, I could figure out what exactly I’d been turned into! After a bit of undignified flailing, during which I figured out exactly how many limbs I had, I dragged myself to the edge of the pond. The beast staring back at me was most certainly draconic. It had a pair of large, jagged horns, useless for bashing, but certainly intimidating. I also had a pair of long, gangly wings and legs. As I looked, I saw a brief flash of lightning, followed by a single spark of fire dance around my body and horns. I looked like a smaller version of Alat- wait a minute, it looked exactly like a smaller version of Alatreon. Those horns, the claws and the multiple elements? Definitely Alatreon. I can worry about what that means later. For now, though? I need shelter.
I quickly spotted a small cave. There! I sort of half stumbled and half ran to the entrance. Yet, once I stuck my nose in there, a small critter threw itself at me. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I lashed out, horned head connecting with soft scales. I then managed to get a good look at the thing, which was by now getting to its feet. It was purple, and looked like a miniature dragon. My inner geek activated and told me it was a terrible terror, a tiny creature. But I couldn’t think long, because the purple ball of fury threw itself at me again. My human mind froze up, but my body’s instincts knew what to do. I threw myself to the side letting the smaller creature bash itself against a nearby rock. Then, a feeling of rage flew through my body. How dare this tiny, miniscule creature attack me? A burning sensation built up in my chest. Foreign feelings rushed through my body. I felt like the fast-paced rage of a bar brawl, the tense anticipation before the climax of a movie, and the sheer, unaltered vindication of winning big on the stock market. I had to let it out somehow, and I opened my mouth and tried to roar, but what came out was a brilliant blue bolt of lightning. It zapped the terror head over heels, sending it rolling away. Then I heard voices. Panicked, I rushed into the cave, and just in time too. The heavy stomp of boots rang out. Then I heard a voice.
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“Are you sure this is where that light came from, Stoick?” asked a deep, male voice.
“Aye. I’m positive. This is where that flash came from.” Answered the other voice, the one the speaker was addressing. Then the terror from before came squeaking, then was suddenly cut off.
“An’ this is what’s got Stoick’s beard in a twist!” A third boisterous voice said. “What do we do with ‘em now Stoick? Spit 'em on a fire? Skin him for a pair of gloves?”
“No. We throw him in the arena and let the kids learn how terrible such a tiny dragon can be.” Said the one named Stoick as they all walked off.
Crap.