Ever since that day I've had dragon aspects as a human, sharp ears and teeth, reptilian like eyes that would practically glow in the dark, a few scales littering my back, and amazingly wings. Small dragon like things that protruded from the skin on my back, obviously not as large as a real dragon's but large enough I'm able to glide through the air with them. Since the day a curse from a witch went wrong I've been part dragon, doomed to walk as a hybrid human and fly as a dragon. Just being invisible little Danny wasn't gonna cut it anymore.
In the end it isn't that bad, it's easier to hide in human form then that of a dragon but it's still a necessity to move around. I left my home town behind months ago, leaving what was left of my little life behind. Heading west I've made it to the outskirts of the royal city. I don't know what lead me here other then a feeling in my gut, prowling through dark alleyways between cobblestone streets probably wasn't the best plan but it's all I've got so far. I can always go check on the allies I've made through helping them in passing villages.
Luckily I was on the outskirts of the village when it happened, the wrenching feeling as something pulled away my control. Sprinting past the people of the village, the thickening trees as I ran into the forest comforted me. Until there was a flash of power, a sudden wave of energy that crashed through all in it's path, knocking me down to my knees. This time the ripping wouldn't stop, a tingling spread over skin, changing it into smooth black and white scales. Wings lengthened, eyes widened, the human body grew into more of an animal shape.
A dragon, that's what the witch had cursed me to become, obviously it didn't work out as planned. I turned into more of a hybrid, able to shift between human and dragon form at will, or normally so. On occasions like these I couldn't control it at all, some magic users could do some sort of revealing spell. Though I've never seen one that didn't focus on a specific point, especially one that swept through an entire village.
Stretching out my wings, I lifted my head to scan the surrounding clearing. My tail whipped from side to side with a mind of it's own, brushing over ferns and flowers. It would have been fine staying there as my dragon form eventually fell once again, but my delicate ears picked up on something else, screams. They seemed to be coming from the direction of the castle, before I could process this a scent went through the breeze, the smell of burning, and magics. There was a magically caused fire near the castle immediately after a powerful revealing spell had swept through the surrounding area, so this is most likely a disaster. Why do I do this to myself?
With a mighty flap of his wings a powerful black and white dragon took to the skies, flying over treetops and roofs. Towards the immanent chaos that was the royal castle.
Sam Manson had never been a typical girl, or a typical princess for that matter, starting with you would be harmed if you dared call her Samantha. Being raised by the biggest snobs in the kingdom didn't seem to affect that, if anything it encouraged her strange rebellious nature. Unlike typical princesses or people of high standing, Sam enjoyed wearing black gowns that were more appropriate for funerals or whenever it was possible she'd relish in normal tunics. She never enjoyed how the servants of the castle were treated and snuck away to help and talk to them whenever possible. The only thing that worried all but her grandmother was her interest in sorcery and witchcraft. It was discovered she could perform some spells, but she was even more interested in magical creatures. Yes, Sam loved magics, but not as much in the particular instant.
An evil sorcerer by the name of Plasmius currently stood in front of her parents thrones, claiming he was taking over the kingdom. Maybe her parents weren't the best rulers but they would definitely be preferred over this maniac. Conjured soldiers now roamed the halls and magical beings had easily taking over the castle, it seemed that Plasmius only had a small amount of actual human following. His general, Skulker, stood by his side holding two large broadswords held threateningly by his side. The guards in the room had been knocked unconscious, only Sam and her parents stood against them.
Though the king was quaking in his boots he tried his best to look confident and in control "Now see here, dark wizard. The kingdom is under our control, and you shall not be taking it." Another bang shook the castle while screams echoed of the walls from a distance. Plasmius's took shape of a vicious smile, he held up his fingers and snapped. "Perhaps you need some better, persuasion." Black shadows danced across the floor, writhing around feet until they wrapped around Sam. She did her best to kick the shadows off, kicking and stomping, but to no avail. The spell held strong and and dragged Sam to the ground, much to her parents protests. Sam let out some unruly terms as the shadows drug her towards the window, she couldn't stop the scream when they bashed through it shattering the glass, and held her out the side of the castle. Underneath her was a considerable drop and all that kept her from falling was a single stretch of shadows tightly holding onto her left wrist.
The king and queen were held back from their daughter both by shadows, and General Skulker holding a sword threateningly. Plasmius stalked towards the window, as Sam struggled and grasped for the spell holding tight to her. "Next time, royals, think before you disobey." Sam looked into the sorcerer's gaze as his eyes flashed dark red. Then, she was dropped.
Sam Manson screamed as she fell, the sides of the castle blurring by her. Whilst she also swore to herself that if she was dying, Sam was going to haunt the bastard sorcerer so hard. The residents of the throne room watching out the window as Princess Samantha fell, her mother practically screeching as her child grew closer and closer to the ground. Mere seconds before she hit the ground, she was plucked from the air. All the humans stood in shock as a dragon glided beside the towers, Sam held safely in it's claws.
It gave a low growl when spotting Plasmius in the castle's tower. Danny, set dragon, cursed the sorcerer in his mind, whenever big evil plans go down it's always him, damm Vlad. He carefully maneuvered the girl onto his back, circling back around once she'd gripped on tightly. Vlad Plasmius glared at the dragon hybrid who'd just saved the princess, Daniel always seemed to get in the way of his work. Well, he thought to himself, if he refuses to join me soon he will have to be taken down.
A bright red streak shot out of the window from Vlad's extended hand, it arched out towards the dragon who was flying farther above the forest. In the last moment Danny noticed and tried to swerve out of the spell's direction, but it hit near his right wing, causing an explosion. He clumsily flapped but soon after Danny and Sam it the forest floor. The one known as Plasmius glowered one last time down at the woods, before turning to Skulker "Send out a search. I want them found."
Sam awoke to find herself being gently carried through the woods on the back of a dragon. An interesting situation indeed. As she soggily blinked her eyes open the memories of the day came crashing back, and she realized with a startled yelp that no, this was not in fact a dream. Slowly flipping over on the dragon's back she scanned the forest around her, after a moment recognizing they were venturing through an area she often did. Whenever Sam could escape from the castle's confines, she'd fine a strange comfort in the nature in the surrounding area.
The dragon seemed to only want as far away from Plasmius as possible, stumbling deeper into the woods with no clear direction. Trickling from the creek that of which appeared beside them had Sam mumbling to the majestic beast carrying her, knowing it probably would not understand her "There's a good cave to hide in if you follow up the stream a tad more." To her disoriented surprise she found themselves limping into the cave minutes later, once inside Sam finally slid off the dragon's back shakily trusting her legs to hold her weight once again.
A small whimper had her turning back and she gasped in shock, a large wound was open on the dragon's wing and front leg. It prickled with red sparks, remnants of the spell which had been it's cause. Red and green blood spilled from it, forming small puddles on the ground. With a thump the young dragon hit the ground, crying out in small whines of pain. Sam rushed to it's side and gently placed her hand on the dragon's unharmed back, before she could do anything a white light enveloped the dragon's form. Once the light disappeared a raven haired teenager lay in the dragon's place curled in a fetal position, considerably smaller wings curled around his head.
For a moment Sam only stood there in shock, her hand left hovering over where the dragon had just been laying. The teen, for he could be no older then Sam herself, curled tighter into himself moaning in pain as more red sparks glanced off of the open wound. A raspy voice called from within the tangled limbs, "Ha, that new spell of his seems new. Definitely adds another layer to the experience." Sam crouched down next to him in worry, hands stretching out "Let me help you." "I don't think it would help much- gah!" The princess's hands brushed onto the injured skin, red lights flickered up to meet them. Sam furrowed her brows and pushed energy against the violent spell, slowly but surely forcing it to vanish.
After a few minutes of focus the previously cursed wounds had become scabbing skin on both his right arm and wing. Sitting back, Sam let out a shaky sigh and flexed her hands, she'd never used so much magic at one time but it didn't seem she would collapse. Hearing shuffling she looked up to find two icy blue slitted eyes staring across at her, the other teen had removed himself from his previous curled up position to lay on his stomach, keeping his injuries far from any possible harm. "You can do magics?" Sam simply nodded, to out of it to actually respond, "Thank you for healing me, usually spells don't end up hurting me that much."
Sam leaned back on her palms, oddly excepting the strange duo they were. "What's your name?" He glanced up, his wings subconsciously lowering further to the ground "Danny. What's yours?" "Sam." Danny glanced at her, maybe a bit more focused, taking noticed of her high end clothes and posture "Are you the princess?" Sam shrugged looking off to the side "Yeah." Danny propped his chin on his hands popping his tongue off the top of his mouth "Cool." Finally Sam laughed, cool, that's the best reaction anyone's ever had to her title before. Glancing back to him, she couldn't suppress another snort as she realized he'd fallen asleep, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly.
Just a magic princess and teenage dragon boy together in a cave. What could go wrong?
AN: Dragon au suggested/requested by t-rex289. Thanks for reading, I really loved putting some of the characters into a different time (even if set era was butchered in the process). Hope you guys enjoyed it either way, see ya~