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Welcome to the first part of my fanfiction series, the Aftermath Series. :) We're starting my First Age series, which is part of my Origin Series and my Long Series. So, we're at the beginning again, but not in the way one might expect. I won't give away too much, so we'll leave it there. :)

Enjoy. :)

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Parker Dooley had spent his youth dreaming about adventures. When he met Eliza Bowler at Paravane Trepess, his whole world turned upside down, leading him to one adventure after another.

Then danger struck, and Parker was caught under one torture after another until he became the evil dragonoid Maranguan. It took Vitiate, the Sith Emperor in the Galaxy Far, Far Away, and his betrayal to snap Maranguan out of it, becoming Parker Dooley once again and forming his own empire.

The price for facing Vitiate again was great. While Parker was starting to become whole again, and a good dragonoid nonetheless, his companion Eliza Bowler, now his wife Eliza Bowler-Dooley, paid the price with her life.

Parker was never the same afterward. And that is where our story begins, when Parker and his golden-brown lion companion Corin investigate a wolf hunt, out in the middle of the realm, called the Land of Dragons. For it was here that Aslan said the best gazelle roamed in this land. And that is where Parker and Corin went on their gazelle hunt for food and shelter from the bitter cold.

.oOo.

Parker was lucky to be in his dragonoid form, then he, like Corin, wouldn't have to endure the freezing cold. It was the end of February, close to March, and already, he was lucky to have his human-dragonoid son Maxin wed the love of his life, the half-human, half-Dalmatian, half-hobbit, and half-wolf girl Anabeth.

It was a lot to take in. Parker wasn't mad at them for marrying. In fact, after the loss of his wife Eliza, Parker was more than happy to see his son wed the girl of his dreams.

It made the whole cycle start all over, and that was good. It meant that generations of Dooleys could live on, long after his son and daughter-in-law were dead.

But he mustn't think that way now. The Hunt was on in the Land of Dragons, and he did not want to miss it for the world.

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Parker had a thin, muscular build. He was a humanoid in a lizard-like body, complete with a dragon-like head. His short snout ended with a tip pointed up at the end of his snout. He had two short, grey, curved horns, as well as a pair of three-fingered frills, with black tips at the ends, extending along the back of his head. His eyes blazed yellow, with their black pupils looking almost cat-like in appearance. He had black claws on his red scaly hands and feet, as well as black spikes that ran from his back down to his medium-sized tail, which curled around his feet whenever he felt like it.

In his human-hobbit form, he had pale skin, fair elven features, ears with short pointy tips, bright blue eyes, and thick, curly brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet. What made this form special, and any form he took, was that his clothes changed with him, becoming big or small, depending on his form. Today, he wore a white tunic, long brown breeches, and a grey cloak which kept him warm and cozy at this late hour.

Right now, he was in dragonoid form, and that was all that mattered right now.

He looked back at Corin as the lion approached the rock pile. This was their chance! And there, right in the middle of the grasslands was a whole herd of gazelle, munching on some green grass. Parker licked his lips, ready to hunt the gazelle! That is if he wasn't stopped by a wolf pack charging straight at them.

"Corin, look out!" Parker cried, nearly grabbing his lion friend. He was too late! Corin jumped in and attacked the wolves. The pack was so large, the likes of which the light red dragonoid hadn't seen before. Two hundred wolves, from the looks of them. He had to stop them, flinching as Corin was scratched and bit several times by several wolves.

"STOP!" Parker charged towards them, moving to the center of the pack and protecting his lion friend from further damage. The wolves smiled, curious about this red dragonoid and his dealings with the lion. "Corin is my friend. Please don't hurt him anymore."

The leader of the wolf pack, a grey wolf with a white belly, nodded. With one howl, the wolf leader charged away from Parker and Corin, the wolf leader's pack following closely behind him.

Parker huffed, sighing in relief as soon as he realized he still had food in his backpack and fresh water to last him the trip back to Dragon's Hallow. Wait. His lion friend Corin was injured! Oh no!

Parker knelt beside his lion friend, seeing the deep wounds and cuts, still bleeding, from Corin's body. Parker said, fresh tears threatening to leave his eyelids, "You'll be okay. Corin, listen to me! You'll be all right!"

"Parker," Corin wheezed, softly, "don't worry about me." He looked away, feeling death come across him. "I am home now."

"No. No, you can't be home!" Parker choked. "You've got to come back! Come back to Dragon's Hallow with me! Please?"

"Parker," Corin's voice was softer now, no more than a whisper, "I'm coming home. You have to let me go. Let me go. I am well." He exhaled and was gone. Corin was dead.

"No!" Parker cried, wrapping his red scaly arms around his lion friend, weeping in Corin's brown mane. Within a year's time, he lost three friends: Eliza, Janet – Anabeth's mother – and now Corin. He didn't know Janet that well, but in the brief time he spent with her, he got to know her a little. She had become his fast friend, and that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

Seeing Corin die was like a knife to the heart. It hurt so badly, as it did when his wife died. Maybe not in the same manner, but Parker already missed his wife and now his lion friend. He couldn't take this! He had to leave the Land of Dragons for a while! Blow off some steam and get over his grief… but how could he think of doing that right now? Corin was dead. He was dead! And he, Parker Dooley, did nothing!

Why couldn't he prevent these things from happening? Surely there was a way to do so.

"You can't help them," Aslan, a golden-brown Great Lion from Narnia, shook Parker out of his current state. The red dragonoid faced the Lion, still teary-eyed from crying so much. Aslan approached, speaking to him in a calm manner, "Parker, I know you want to help your friends, and the heroes, too, but even you cannot prevent their deaths from happening. Life is too precious to take for granted."

"Well," Parker said, an idea sparking, "then I'll have to do something to protect the shapeshifting dragonoids, including me." He reasoned with himself, his intentions, everything! If what Tobias, Janet's husband and now his spirit guide, and Eliza said to him about him moving through time was true, then he'd have to do it.

"What about your son and your daughter-in-law? Would you leave them behind again, to go on your quests?" Aslan asked, curiously.

"Would they come along, come and ruin the timeline? I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Parker asked, concerned.

Aslan nodded. "There's always a choice. Fate has other plans for you. One of them, in fact, is bringing the shapeshifters, the shapeshifting dragonoids, including your brother Turen Dooley – now he is Mordru – through time and space to the next Age. The First Age. We don't have a choice. If that's the race of creatures you're choosing to take with you, there will be no going back, not until the Late Third Age has come and this whole jumping through timelines ends, with you meeting your fate."

"So, there is no other choice," Parker raised an eyebrow. "You knew? You knew I would choose the shapeshifting dragonoids!"

"Parker," Aslan huffed, speaking softly to him, "you're in grief right now, just like last year. Just as you still are after losing your wife. I know you haven't given up on her. But I will need you and the shapeshifters to come through the timelines. I'll give you a day to gather your belongings, to say farewell to Maxin and Anabeth, and we'll be on our merry way."

"What are you up to?" Parker asked, curious about Aslan's latest endeavor.

"Let's say you owe me one. I hope you live up to your end of the bargain," Aslan said, knowing the red dragonoid would complete his mission.

"Does it have anything to do with me helping out my descendants?" Parker asked, intrigued.

"It does," Aslan said, revealing Parker's speeder bike. The red dragonoid's speeder bike had followed the dragonoid all the way out here. How? Maybe he shouldn't question it. "I'll take care of Corin's body. You go on your merry way back to Dragon's Hallow."

Parker didn't want to leave Corin's body behind, but Aslan was giving him no choice! What exactly was he up to? If it had anything to do with Parker's descendants and their quests, then they were square. Then again, that was it. Parker shrugged, heading for his speeder bike, wiping a tear from his eye as he mounted the bike, and drove off back to Dragon's Hallow.

By the time he returned home, and slept for a few hours, he said farewell to his blond-haired, blue-eyed son Maxin and Maxin's curly, blonde-haired, striking bright blue-eyed wife Anabeth. Anabeth understood what Aslan wanted him to do, but Maxin didn't like the idea of his father leaving his family again. Maxin shook his father's hand, telling him, "Come back to us when you can."

"I will," Parker said, embracing his son and nearly weeping in the process. It was a sad day, with too many sad events happening at once. At last, he released his son, said goodbye to him and his son's wife, before departing with Aslan through a blue portal, leaving the Land of Dragons behind.

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Thanks for reading. :)