Hey everyone! I published this story on Quotev, and decided to bring it to Fanfiction. It is already completed so please enjoy reading it. Sequel is being written slowly too. Hope you'll enjoy this story, and to save any confusion this is the font used for different languages.

Dragon
Elvish
Unicorn

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Saphira looked down at the valley beneath her as the wind filled her wings as she glides over the always green forest and plains. She and the beasts of this valley have learned to trust each other. This land was once a flourishing kingdom until it was wiped out by an ancient race, and all that was left was a castle and bridge overlooking a waterfall. It was absolutely beautiful! Saphira found this valley about thirty years ago after fleeing her home after discovering she had powers of beasts so amazingly terrifying they put fear in the hearts of men. She was fifteen then, and was now forty-five but stopped aging when she turned eighteen. Saphira had no idea why she was born with the powers of ancient dragons and the ability to shape shift into several different breeds, but she knew it was for a purpose. And thanks to the help of an old friend, she was able to control the abilities and accept that it was a part of her, making the entire process much easier. When she found the castle she was surprised it was the home of ancient race of people who used to care for and ride dragons, protecting them from selfish people who blame them for the theft of gold and precious items. Only rogue dragons were true to that description, but not the pure, wise dragons. Here Saphira found many books and scrolls about the dragons and their magic, plus the magic of elves and several other beings. Here Saphira learned to read and speak the ancient language of elves, dragons, dwarves and other beings who were now extinct, she learned how to further evolve her powers to better serve the world. In fact, the valley was a black, wasted land when she arrived, and with the help of these scrolls she healed the land, turning it into the lush valley it should always be. While she may not have any human friends, Saphira certainly had the friendship of nature and the animals who live here.

Saphira sighed deeply as the flashback ended. She had shifted into a red dragon that morning to go hunting outside the valley. The red dragon's appearance is like a T-Rex with massive wings, webbed spines from the neck to tail and small horns at the back of the head and underneath the jaw. Red dragons often breathe fire, and can use fear as a way of paralysing their prey for an easy target. Saphira had absolutely no idea someone was waiting for her in the castle as she landed softly in the courtyard. Stretching and shaking herself, Saphira was about to shift to her human form when she catches a familiar scent. Flaring her nostrils, she immediately looks around for the intruder.

"Hello my dear," Saphira turned to look at the gazebo and saw a man with a big grey beard and pointy hat. "My have you grown."

"Gandalf," Saphira sighed in relief. "You should know better than to sneak up on a dragon."

"My apologize," He said, lighting his pipe to smoke. "But I wanted to be here when you returned."

Saphira narrowed her bright red eyes and laid on the ground in front of the gazebo. "This isn't a visit to see how I'm going is it?" She asked.

Gandalf laughs softly. "Straight to the point I see," He notes. "But you're right, I didn't come to see how you were. I always knew you would do well, and I must say you've done wonders with this valley."

"Just get to it!" Saphira growled. "I don't have all day. I've just had a big meal and I want to go to sleep."

"There'll be plenty time for that Saphira," Gandalf reassured gently. "I am here to ask you to join me on a journey with a company to a mountain."

"Why should I be interested in that?" Saphira asked coldly. "I am perfectly happy here. No worries here at all."

"Maybe so, but you do remember what the dragon spirits told you?" Gandalf asked.
Saphira frowned for a moment. "What does that have to do with this journey?"

"Do you remember?" Gandalf presses.

Saphira rolled her eyes and closed them, looking back in her mind. "Of course I remember," She replied irritably. "They told me this."

'Don't fear the future young dragon, there will be a time when you'll be needed and you will rise to the challenge. Those who travel with you may not trust you but you must not give them any reason for it. There is a person in your future who will only love you until the gold blinds his eyes. You must save him, and in return, you will be given the gift of life and a new generation shall be born.'

Saphira opened her eyes slowly. "I haven't forgotten a thing old man," She said gently.

Gandalf smiled. "Good," He said. "Then that should tell you the time has come to rise up and meet them."

Saphira blinked and groaned. "Who is it I'll be accompanying?"

"Thorin Oakenshield."

Saphira snarled, lifting her head and hissing. "You can't be serious Gandalf! He's a dwarf! He hates dragons thanks to Smaug sixty dam years ago!" She snaps fiercely. "I cannot agree to this!"

"You have no choice Saphira!" Gandalf said firmly, surprising Saphira. "You will come. If not now, then meet us at Bag End in the Shire in seven days. I will leave a rune on the door of our host and new member for the company."

Saphira didn't like this at all. "I'll think about it," She said with a sigh. "But I will not show them who I am, not even the slightest. I will only help them against Smaug."

Gandalf smiled, standing up and finished smoking. "Good, I shall see you soon Saphira," He said kindly. "Have a good evening my dear dragoness."

Saphira rolled her eyes as Gandalf walked through the courtyard to the old stable where his horse was. She watched him leave and shifts back to human form. She was furious. She didn't want to go and meet this dwarf, regardless of who he is and why he's going to the Lonely Mountain. She headed to her room and stood at the balcony, staring at the moon.

"Oh great ancient ones, please tell me if this is the journey you have spoken of," She said politely. "Is Thorin Oakenshield the man you've spoken of?"

Saphira waits patiently until several streaks of blue and green aurora lights light up the sky. It was a yes. Saphira felt sad now, she didn't want to go but now she's being compelled to go. It wasn't uncommon for the aurora borealis to show up since the aurora lights are the spirits of the dragons who have fallen. Saphira heads to bed knowing she was going to meet this dwarf within a week whether she likes it or not.