It took nearly half an hour to get where Fafnyr stood as he cornered the tiny creature with hordes of jewelry spilling from its pocket. It was quivering and thought that he was after of its treasures. But Fafnyr could care a lot less when it came to expensive trinkets and whatnots. It was his fault that this thing escaped and now it was his responsibility to capture it.

In all honesty, Fafnyr wanted nothing more than just to be accepted. He knew that the wizard with the case wasn't malicious or any of the sort. It was just his past that haunted him to this point in in time that blocked his way in becoming of what he wanted to be. Free. He wasn't born this way. He never wanted to be part of that organization that transformed him into becoming a monster.

"It's over now, give it up!" he snarled.

"No way, y0ou're just after my treasure!" The platypus refused and backed as far as he could against the bricked walls of the alleyway. Fafnyr paused for a moment. Did they had a conversation just now? Never mind that!

"Then you leave me no choice," his face darkened.

Fafnyr dug his nails deep into the earth and winced in pain. He growled sharply, feeling his body growing in size. A frightening aura fell over him in a somber but malevolent glow. It didn't exactly look like he changed appearance, but when the niffler spotted his shadow with a bluish, black flames that licked its surroundings, it knew that hell was about to break loose.

Fast than the niffler could think, the silver eyed one vanished for a second, leaving a wake kof drifting sand. He reappeared merely inches apart, their noses nearly touching. Fafnyr saw it's Adam's apple bobbed; a twisted smile crept onto his lips. With his tiny hands, he reached out for the critter that was now literally at a standpoint; it could faint here and now, or risked its little tail to flee the scene.

"Gotcha," Fafnyr spoke in an unfamiliar tone. He cupped the creature in his grasp a little too tightly for the niffler's comfort. It squirmed in his hands.

"Lemme go—" it squeaked as he thumbed his beating heart.

A sudden voice rang through the alleyway. "H-hello?"

All at once, the vehement vibe that Fafnyr held drained from his body. He loosened his grip on the niffler, but not enough for it to slip away. The boy slowly turned to a girl about his age, who strode over to him. She had long dirty blond dirty hair and wore nicely-pressed clothes. He couldn't help but glare suspiciously at her, the girl paused before continuing her way towards him. She appeared only innocuous to him, but like any other approaches he has had in the pas, his body acted on its own with severe caution.

"Hey, are you lost?" she observed his quiet demeanor, which he gave no reply. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." Her eyes flickered to something shiny in his arms that was wriggling its tail wildly. "Wait, what is that?" She gasped loudly when the blur of black freed itself from Fafnyr's arms, and ran for the hills, littering the ally with jewelry.

A nasty sneer pulled on his lips and he turned swiftly to the girl. She took a step back. "I'm so—sorry!" she exclaimed. He stepped dangerously forwards her. "I didn't mean for that to happen, honestly." Her voice was low and was barely above a whisper.

Fafnyr halted in his tracks, his anger draining simultaneously and he backed away like lighting. His eyes pled mercy and he raised his arms to defend himself for any sort of punishment that should be heading his way by now. He uncovered himself to peer at the girl that stood still before him.

He wasn't exactly coping the situation as well as he pleased. This was actually his first time having an conversation with a person that probably didn't had any magical blood coursing through that tiny figures of hers. What were her thoughts towards him?

"It's alright," she said from the stillness that the boy gave. "Do you have a name?"

'I'm Fafnyr.' He wanted to say. She waited for his reply, and when she didn't hear anything of the sort, she introduced herself instead.

"My name is Modesty. It's nice to meet you." She smiled and extended her hand.

He nodded in response. A small smile laced her tiny lips. At the strange gesture, he stretched his own to copy her, however, he only looked as though he was about to murder the poor girl. He presented his 'smile' to her with his eyebrows arching in confusion. 'Is this how normal people usually smile?'

Modesty just stared at his attempts in an act of friendliness which led him to pause, his face fell in disappointment. A sudden high pitch giggle, suddenly, emerged from her, startling the boy, as she lifted her hands to her mouth. "Oh—I'm sorry—hehe." Fafnyr watched in dumbstruck as she let out some of the oddest noise emitting from her small figure. Eventually, she took a deep breath and tossed him her smile.

An odd sensation occurred in the pit of his stomach, but he paid no mind to it as she began to speak again. "By the way, do you exactly what that thing was?"

Since Fafnyr had no clue of how to respond to her, he only shook his head.

"I see. Do you live around here?" He shrugged ever-so-slowly. "Well come on, let's step into the sunlight where it's a lot warmer." Modesty rubbed her arms and beckoned him to follow.

Was she treating him so kindly because of his outlandish appearance? No, but that couldn't be true. She would have left him in fear to what she has seen; a silver dragon and it was holding jewelry as if he came from a fairytale book. He sighed in relief and followed her into the light, his thoughts solely on the critter that had a nasty habit.

When the twosome stepped into the afternoon light, Fafnyr winced the sudden change of contrast. He felt his pupils dilating in the sun's glare. "I have an older sister." Modesty brought him back to the moment. "We both live with loving parents who give us good food."

'Wait, did she just said that she only has an older sister?' Fafnyr narrowed his eyes. He recalled meeting up with the tall, lanky boy with an unusual haircut. He stood as if he had a chip on his shoulder, his back tense and his posture unnatural. He handed out slips of paper to anybody who passed by in the group that a woman was preaching out. Two other children were located behind him, wearing a very solemn expression on their pale visages. Fafnyr presented himself to the boy, but quickly recoiled when his eyes widened as saucers. He began to shake violently, the papers rustling in his hands. The woman noticed the slight change in the atmosphere and shooed Fafnyr away.

"I go to school at—" Modesty stopped abruptly.

'I swear that they were at least siblings...'

"Hey!" he jumped at the sound of her voice. "Were you even listening to me?" he pointed his head to the ground. "Figures, since you're so quiet."

'I can't really help that.'

At once, the two of them heard multiple footsteps and they turned to see three adults panting. Two of them were women; one of them in a pink trench coat and the other in a pale blue coat. The last of them was a man with unkempt brown hair, and in a long, blue coat while carrying a leather-bound suitcase.