The minute Eliza returned home with Parker and Frodo, back to Dragon's Hallow where Eliza and Parker had spent years living together when Eliza was alive the first time, Eliza transformed into a woman with curly brunette hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin, a thin frame, and fair facial features. She was donned in a blue dress, something that looked like it came from the 1940s.

She smiled the second Frodo's eyes widened at her transformation. Something in the gentle-hobbit's eyes told her that he wanted to try shapeshifting himself.

"Will I be able to do that? Transform?" Frodo asked, curiously.

"Would you like to try shapeshifting?" Parker asked, smiling. "I don't know if it's too many generations since our family has shapeshifted. I mean, it doesn't hurt to try." He gestured for Frodo to follow him upstairs. Next to the grey carpets fitted throughout the house, the second floor was mostly clean. At last, Parker found a room that had the presence of a shapeshifter. It was here that Parker waited until Frodo and Eliza were in the room, before closing the door.

"This is perfect," Eliza said, sighing in relief. "I didn't know I could shapeshift until after I was reincarnated by Aslan. It's neat."

"Sit down," Parker said to Frodo, gesturing to an empty chair. Frodo did as he was told, leaving Parker to sit down on the couch next to Eliza.

"Now what?" Frodo asked, confused.

"Well, first you need to close your eyes." Parker waited until Frodo did just that, before continuing with his instructions. "Think of nothing else except what you want to turn yourself into. Keep focused on that creature, what it looks like, the way it moves and breathes. Keep all your senses on that creature. And when you're done, you will have fully transformed."

Frodo took a deep breath. His mind was clear. It wanted to focus on becoming a royal blue dragonoid. Soon, his breathing became deeper. He could hardly feel the transformation, but as his mind drifted to the creature, he winced in pain. If only for a few seconds. The sensation hurt, but it wasn't bad. By the time he opened his eyes, he checked his hands. They were scaly and royal blue. He had clear claws on his hands and feet. His hair was still present, but there was a snout, something he couldn't quite ignore.

"Oh! Here you go!" Eliza said, passing to Frodo a mirror.

Frodo snatched the mirror, taking a look at himself. His eyes were still bright blue, but they looked very cat-like. His face was so dragon-like, too, and yet he still retained his facial features that he had when he was a hobbit. Colors swam across his vision. He fainted, not remembering anything for minutes on end.

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"Frodo…"

"Frodo, you awake?"

Frodo could hear Parker and Eliza's voices, calling out to him, reaching out for him to come back. To his surprise, he awoke fully with a throbbing headache. And yet, he found himself face to face with Parker. No! Frodo was still a royal blue dragonoid. How was he going to change back?

"You can relax, lapis lazuli," Parker told Frodo, calmly. "I know. The first transformation's always a shocker. It'll get easier the more you transform."

"I don't understand," Frodo said, grateful when Eliza passed to him a cup of water. He drank the water down vigorously, only to have it taken from him by Eliza, who said not to drink too quickly. Frodo hardly realized Parker was still grasping his arms, trying to keep him steady. "What happened? Can't I change back to a hobbit? Is this a permanent transformation?"

Parker chuckled loudly. "No. No, you can transform into whatever form you want. It's not permanent. It's just… you may settle on your first transformation, your main one, which for you is a hobbit. Mine is a dragonoid. And Eliza…" he looked at his wife, fondly, "well, I'm not sure what form she'll settle on. It does happen, but you can always transform, the both of you. That's what I've learned."

Frodo nodded. He didn't understand, but at least he was fortunate that these changes weren't permanent and that he could take on any form he wished, whenever he wanted to. So, it didn't skip a generation. It festered inside of him, waiting for the day when he would transform.

Fate certainly had its hand in his life and he loved it. For now.

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Once everyone relaxed, Parker explained the nature of dragonoids and how they only had one mate in their life that they loved dearly. It was then that he saw the distant look on Eliza's face. Something was clearly on her mind.

"Eliza, are you okay?" Parker asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"Parker, do you remember Seraphina and how her time had come?" Eliza asked, curiously. She faced him a moment after he kissed her on the back of the neck. The way she looked at him was one of serenity and hope. "Parker, it's time for me to go."

"Go? Where are you going?" Parker asked. His expression changed from happiness to sorrow. He knew what she meant and he didn't like it. "No! Eliza, I thought you'd stay. You said this is your reincarnated self. Doesn't that mean you get to stay longer?"

"Parker, all things have their time. Unless this Great Battle ends, we may always be apart," Eliza said, feeling the wind overwhelming her. "I have to go. You have to let me go. It's time to let go."

"No. I can't!" Parker said, tears forming in his eyes.

"Parker…"

"No. I can't just lose you again!" Parker cried.

"Parker," Eliza pressed her hand against his scaly, light red cheek, "it's time. We had fun together."

"Loads," Parker said. "But why do you have to leave? Isn't there a way for you to stay with me?"

"Don't be selfish. This is for the best," Eliza said, kissing him on the cheek. "Goodbye Parker. We'll meet again in the next life." At last, the dust and the wind swept over her, causing her to disappear.

Parker was left alone, but this time he had Frodo with him. So, that was a start.