I walk through the forest, thinking about what Raketooth said. I don't want to believe that what he says is true, but I do. No one else is like me. I'm not like anyone else. I can do something that they can't, but I don't want that. I am different. I was born a demon. I feel what that girl feels.

No. Forget the girl. I don't want anything to do with her. She was dumb enough to get her curse, she can get rid of it herself.

I still need to find my mother... My mother. The same voice I still hear, singing in my head. The very being that comforted me as I rested in her embrace. The very reason I'm alive. I need to find my mother. She needs to know I'm alright.

I look into a nearby puddle, observing my reflection. This is one of the few times I'm willing to see myself. I look somewhat like a cat, with demonish features. I am wearing something around my neck. I think Mother gave it to me. It's a small rope, with two black wings and a black tail. It has some scribbles on it in a horizontal line, but I don't know what it means.

"Are you lost?"

What was that noise?

"Don't worry, little one. I won't hurt you."

It's a dragon, talking to me. "Who's there?"

"Just follow my voice. I'll lead you to me."

I can't follow the voice. It's in my head... Wait. It's in my head. How is this happening? Am I going mad?

Turn left."

Wait what? Did the voice hear my thoughts? Reluctantly, I follow the voice, carefully watching for an ambush that could happen at any moment.

Finally, I come up to a cliff, overlooking a beach. In front of me is a giant dragon with six eyes and a large mouth, with a tail that looks like a bludgeon. The dragon smiles in a way that terrifies me, "Don't be afraid little one. I'm not going to hurt you."

I swallow my fear and step forward, "Who are you? And how are you talking to me without using your voice?"

"Typical. You're grown so quickly, yet you're so young. You've learned so much, yet there's still so much to learn."

"Please don't talk in riddles. I don't do well with riddles."

"Clearly, you don't do well with being a dragon either."

"Let me guess, you watched me through my mind?"

"Yes."

I can't help but be surprised. I was only joking.

"Don't be so surprised. I'm a rare form of Red Death. I have the ability to read and observe minds and personality."

"And your name?"

"I am called Kullgen. What do they call you?"

"... Uh... Draymore?"

"Hmm. A very clever name, especially for such a clever dragon. It must be very difficult, being different from other dragons. Not being accepted the way you are. You know you are very similar to that girl.-"

"No! I'm not! Don't get me involved with her!"

"You already are."

"Huh?"

"Forget it. It won't matter."

I want to ask him what he means, but j notice something. He seems pleased; almost as if he wanted me to see the girl. I don't like this guy.

I feel a tug on the back of my neck. I look up and watch Kullgen drop my necklace into the water below. "Hey! Wait! That was from my mo-"

"The current will bring this necklace to your mother and alert her, showing her that you're alive, and well."

I don't believe this dragon. Something tells me that I should run, but he's the only on who seems to be accepting me, or the closest thing to accepting me.

Kullgen reaches out his paw, "Here. I'll give you a ride to my home."

I look at the paw, then back into the forest. Blugmay could be looking for me. I literally just ran off without telling her where I was going. This dragon seems to be planning something for that girl. I might need to-

"Why are you afraid? If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it by now."

With a long, exaggerated sigh, I reluctantly crawl onto Kullgen's paw. But moments after I crawl onto his paw, I begin to feel tired. It doesn't make sense. I was nowhere near tired two seconds ago... Oh no... everything's going black... I feel... I...feel...