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by feral13

This is loosely based on Feral, except I edited and I think made it better. It's the same story about the same half-dragon half-human characters, except they have new names. I think it's a huge improvement from feral and hopefully you will, too. It's rated m because I think I'm going to try to make it more young adult, so, yeah that's all I got. Smiley face.

Prologue

She first visited me when I was eight. I asleep in bed, fighting the nightmares. Always the nightmares. It was me, in a different body, a different age, a different time. But always, always, the face of the death dragon looming over me. Getting ready to kill and resurrect me, in her sick dance of life and death. I opened my eyes, wondering what I'd heard in the depths of my sleep. A rustling, a crackling, a noise completely alien yet so, so familiar. Tickling my memories, memories I didn't know I had, memories that weren't mine, yet as real as the blood in my veins. A voice called from the shadows, a voice as ancient, powerful, and rich as the oceans, yet somehow bleaker than any tundra. A voice I knew, yet had never heard. "All is well, little one. It is just me." Comforted, I drifted back into a calm, dreamless sleep.

Soon, that voice became my confidant, the thing I shared my secrets to. Sometimes I thought I saw it in the darkest shadows, an iridescent flash, but it was gone to quick. Soon, though, the voice let me see it's eyes, or, I guess I could say, her eyes. They were large and luminous, drifting through the rainbow in unreal shades. I soon began to want to see the rest of her. I asked her this once. She said I was not ready, but the face of my guardian angel became a little clearer. I could almost make out a nose, the bow of lush lips, and the sweep of dark hair. Then one night, something changed. " You are ready." She left the shadows.

She had the basic body of a human woman, full of curves and predator's grace, but the wings, ears, teeth, tail, horns, eyes, scales, and claws of a dragon. She smiled ruefully at the shocked expression on my eight-year-old face. I gasped at the flickering of a forked tongue. "I said I was not an angel. A servant of God, yes, but not one of his angels. No, I am much more human than they." My guardian took my hands and said, "I will always be here, but you, something dark is coming for you. Something I might not be able to stop. I've looked a long time for you, and now that I've found you, I can hardly bear to leave. When the time comes, you will rise from the ashes you hide in, and burn like the sun." I was told afterwards it was the gas in the house giving me hallucinations, but all those years ago, she found me, and when it's time, I will rise. I will rise with her and she with me, and I will remember. The day is coming, and it is coming soon.