Disclaimer: I do not claim any of the Pokemon characters used in this chapter–not even the one proven wrong–because they are all property of Satoshi Tajiri and I haven't stolen the rights from him yet. I bet he has people try that all the time, actually; probably has to have bodyguards and stuff.
Author's Note: For some reason, a lot of times that I first check my word-count, I find that I have eighty-three words written exactly. …weird. I've also decided that I'm going to try to make updating this drabble collection a daily thing–that means at least one chapter per day. Let's see how long that lasts.
Wrong
Imagine Lyra's surprise one night when, after eradicating a raticate, her fluffy brown fox began to shine. Shielding her eyes from the light that was brighter than the setting sun, she waited until it died down to take a look at what Damion had evolved into.
Golden rings.
Black fur.
Ruby eyes.
Button nose.
She couldn't contain herself.
"Oh, Damion, you–!" She swooped down and crushed him in a hug–immediately noticing the weight difference–and brushed his nose with hers, unable to hold back the giggles bubbling forth in excitement. "Of course, you had to prove me wrong!"
Lots of dragon-y love,
~DL ("Dragon Lover")