"Sit down at the table, you two. I just put Isabelle to her crib, so dinner will be ready in a few minutes." The busy mother announced from her work at the kitchen, where sounds of boiling water and the opening of an oven could be heard from. Fran arrived at the living room's dining table first, situating herself at the end seat, before Valon entered soon after, placing himself at the opposite side. The tingly sensation he awoke from his so-called dream with, seemed to develop into a numbness, of which Valon was applying a rubbing onto his arms to ward it off. He was oblivious to Fran's perception, however.

"Why are you rubbing yourself like that? You look silly." Fran stated, a smile slowing growing.

"Can't help it, I feel a little numb from my nap..." Valon answered.

"Probably slept wrong, and lost some circulation. You'll be fine." She replied. He agreed with her, and halted his rubbing, when their mother made over to the table with two plates of quite hot spaghetti within her arms. She handed them to her children, shortly before returning to her cooking quarters, as she still had to create her own meal.

The two siblings started to dig into their food, twirling their forks around the noodles.

Valon did not signal it physically, but the numbing had increased throughout his entire being. Assuring it was normal, and it would soon leave, he completely focused on devouring his meal, and thought over future plans as well. But then, the image of that equine jumped into his mind. He tried to shake it out, but it clung, refusing to leave. It was such an unusual dream, so… Lifelike. Why would he even have such a fantasy, about one dumb creature he saw from his friend?

"Uh, Valon? Are you… Feeling alright?"

His train of thoughts were interrupted by a question from his elder sister, of who, when he finally moved his sight from the spaghetti to her, had a confounded expression etched on her face.

"Yeah, I'm okay… What's with the look you're giving me?"

"Sorry, it's, um, just nothing…"

Valon eyed her for a moment, as did she, before she continued her ingestion of supper. Though he could still see her staring at him in the corner of his sight, he brushed her off, and went back to his former ponderings. He watched the dream over again in his mind's theater, recalling the realism of the room's vibrations, the clapping thunder, and the voice that overtook either of those in sheer hostility. That voice…

"Thus, with my thought out decision, I hereby punish you, until I have deemed you sorrowful for your actions."

'Punishment?' He scoffed to himself at that word, in relation to the dream. The idea of such a seemingly impossible action filled him with amusement. Such an idea defied all common rationale in the world, and it was funny to think otherwise. He laughed slightly to himself, as the humor became overwhelming. He noticed his self-control dwindling, though, and quelled it as fast as he could.

In his tiny fit of giggles, he had knocked off his noodle-wrapped utensil onto the floor. He dove his head under, searching for the dropped fork, but to no avail. He did see, however, that the pants he was wearing must have been much too large for his stature, as they looked empty, and his feet were no longer visible. Noting to himself to change them later, he popped back upward to the surface, although it seemed to take a longer time to get around the table edge. It was at this time, that he witnessed his sibling in a state of complete astonishment, with her wide-open eyes and equally open mouth, and a pale skin surrounding them.

"…What? Jeez, you look like you saw a ghost or something."

Her expression never changed, not once blinking at she gazed upward at him, even though Valon never recalled being that tall, when compared to his sister. She struggled to move her lips in communication, until at last she succeeded. "I… I, um… V-Valon?"

"Sis, you're starting to weird me out…" He responded, perplexed. Why was she acting so strange all of a sudden? Sure, she was like that from the beginning, but never this bad. It's as if she witnessed him commit a murder, or something of that caliber. He still felt the incredible numbing encircling his body, but he didn't perceive any oddities about him. First the dream, then this loss of physical feeling, and now his older sister. Why is today so crazy? All the numerous thoughts wrecked Valon's line of thinking.

Then, his mother finally walked back into the den, with a tiny grin and a bowl of handmade salad. Her field of vision went to Fran, and the smile changed into a confused frown. She turned to see the possible cause for such a status, and her eyes dead-stopped on Valon.

She dropped the salad, and began to mimic her daughter in sheer shock.

Valon was very disturbed from his family. "Ah no, not you too, Mom! What the hell is wrong? Have I got a bad zit? Food all over my face?" He interrogated his family, but they did not respond.

His mother finally switched, from shock, to a case of horrified screaming. Panicking at the top of her lungs, she grabbed the dropped vegetarian meal, and threw it forcefully at him. Unable to react, he took the full blow to his head. He fell from his chair to the rugged floor, as his consciousness left him, and his sight went black.

Let's see if we can spectate that a bit better, a new point of view, perhaps?

The two siblings started to dig into their food, twirling their forks around the noodles.

Fran enjoyed this meal quite a lot, so she was being particularly careless with her consumption, tossing worries of weight gain away. She glanced up to Valon, simply curious to see if he was liking it as well. While not as much as her, he was fixated on his plate of spaghetti. But that was not what caught Fran's attention. Something was… Wrong, with his image.

The error of the picture, per say, was his ears. They weren't, well, human. Instead, they were long, triangle-shaped tufts of sort, with grayish-white coloring. They had elevated higher up on his head as well. Fran, believing it was a case of an overactive imagination, blinked a bit, and shifted back to her meal, beginning with the pasta remaining intact within her mouth.

But as she was eating, something inside her was demanding to check him again. And she could not resist such an hypnotic order. Thus, Fran looked at her brother yet again. She started to question herself on whether she was in a dream or not, soon after.

The ears were still changed. Not only that, but upon inspection of Valon's hands, they were changing as well. Simultaneously, each hands' thumb and index finger, along with the ring and pinky fingers, were, amazingly, melding into three shrunken talons. In fact, both of the limbs altogether, were overall shrinking. From the rest of his hand, to the elbow, his forearms were seemingly swelling in an oval, the underside matching his new ears in color and furriness, while the top was like a smooth plate, with a soothing shade of blue.

This had to be a dream, a nightmare maybe. Fran's vision was lying to her, or so she told herself. But she continued to see the impossible event before her. How the iris of his eyes flashed into a dark red, and how the so-called fur was slowly spreading , notably up the neck.

"Uh, Valon? Are you… Feeling alright?" She just had to ask.

"Yeah, I'm okay… What's with the look you're giving me?"

"Sorry, it's, um, just nothing…" She dismissed the query. But, she was baffled, on why wasn't he reacting? Did he even notice? No, he would of; how could he not? It had to be a illusion, made by her mind asleep.

Yet, there was that nagging, deep within her gut, that not only kept her watching, but was hinting that this was not a fantasy.

Suddenly, and without warning, there was a audible ripping noise, and following said noise, two large, wing-like appendages burst forth, diagonally positioned from his back, shaped similarly to that of a jet plane, and also tinted blue. Instead of being aware of this stupendous sight, Valon was… Giggling? Indeed, he was in a little fit of chuckles, carelessly smacking off his food-entangled fork to the likely dirty floor. He apparently realized this, and controlled himself long enough to duck under the dining table and retrieve the implement, as more of this reality-defying transformation took place.

It was hard to see in detail, due to the current mess of a shirt he wore, but his entire torso amplified in size. The top half covered with the grayish pelt, while the bottom half was the tougher, blue substance, that went up his chest slightly, and a bit up to the back of his neck. A triangular symbol, the same shade as his eyes, formed at his belly area. That's when he started to pull up from under the table edge.

It surprisingly took a while to do so, but what showed, explained it all. His neck had actually thickened and elongated to a ridiculous proportion, or at least, ridiculous with his near-human head. Fran, well, was speechless. She wasn't frightened, or scared, just simply flabbergasted at this supernatural event. The hybrid saw her disturbed expression, and spoke to her about it.

"…Os? Jeez, you la tike you saw la tiost or somelati."

It was a jumbled mess of English and some sort of demon language, of which she was unable to understand. She tried, for what felt like ages, to beckon her voice to speak forward, but she was able to only get out stutters.

"I… I, um… V-Valon?"

At this moment, the most dramatic of all changes took place, on his facial structure. His nose and mouth started pushing slowly outward, gruesomely fusing together, crackling bones and all, resulting into a single, completed muzzle. The upper portion of his face adopted the blue coloring, excluding a grey spot on the forehead, in the shape alike to a tear drop.

The metamorphosis appeared to have ended. And the monster that formally was a human being, wearing the shredded remains of clothes, interacted with the mind-shattered girl.

"La, os ti la-os la latios…"

Now it was utterly incomprehensible. How could she possibly reply? All she knew, was that her younger sibling Valon, had, by some hex or otherwise, grotesquely mutated into the dragon-like animal that sat in his place. She secretly hoped she would immediately find herself in her bed sheets, startled from a bad nightmare. But, it was not to be.

And then, her mother reentered the room, with her salad bowl and a genuine smile. A glance at her daughter's position, and then to what was supposed to be her son's… The dropping of the bowl onto the ground, and a long gasp said it all.

When the creature saw the elder woman's state, it gave a perturbed, questioning look at the two females, as if nothing had happened whatsoever. It communicated to them once more, but attempts to unscramble the messages were in vain. All that was heard was the same three syllables meshed into supposed sentences. Consequently, the sight of this unknown beast, and it's alien tongue, provoked the poor parent.

In a terrified frenzy, she swiped the nearest object, that being the salad bowl previously abandoned, and with adrenaline-infused might, she tossed it at the monster's cranium. A direct hit, the unsuspecting dragon fell down hard, along with the chair it sat on. It, very soon afterwards, lost consciousness on the floor. Fran's shock had started to wear off at last, as she shook her head to clear it, and evaluated the incident before her.

"Ughh…" Valon moaned in agony. Disorientation struck in, after awakening from the surprise injury that put him out cold. He could hear familiar voices yelling nearby, though the aches prevented him from concentrating on them fully, and restricted his movement to a squirm.

"Ah! It's waking up! Quick honey, go find the animal control's phone number, I'll tie it up before it gets up again!"

"Mom, wait!… I… I don't think you should do that! That thing, I think it may be-"

"You can tell me later, Fran, I need your attention right now! Oh, and call Valon from his room, he can help me tie this animal!"

Valon managed to fight the pain in his head, and opened his eyes, to see his mother standing above him, handling a collection of rope from the basement, and his sister confronting her to the side, both overlooking him with extreme uneasiness.

"That's the thing, mom," Fran interjected her mother's order, "I think… That this is Valon!"

The parent gave her child a worried stare. "Dear, you're just recovering from the fright that this animal gave you. You just go lie down in your room, I'll go get Valon myself."

But Fran intensified the seriousness in her expression, determined to explain the truth, no matter how improbable it may seem. "No, listen Mom! You won't find him in his room, because he's right here in front of us!"

A slight pause of quiet, before talking resumed.

"…Fran, have you gone mad? That's impossible."

"I know it does, but…" Fran sighed, sympathizing her mother's reasoning. "I know what I saw. Valon became this way in front of my very eyes."

Silence. The mother gazed into her daughter's face, and then shifted to her 'son.' Valon was completely confused about what they could possibly mean, but a bit upset at how his mother was going to take Fran's 'truth.' Never breaking the deep eye contact, He urged himself to say something to her, and he achieved just that. He let out a small, upset murmur to his parent.

"Mom…?"

Of course, he didn't know they could not understand his speech. He didn't know anything that was going on. But the abrupt widening of her eyelids gave an slight indication, that he just might, in some way, have connected with her. The woman stood up slowly, and then immediately rushed out of the den, down the hall, and slammed open Valon's bedroom door. She made a hurried examination, shouting his name repeatedly in fear. When she was unanswered, she migrated to Fran's room, and then to her own room, although she stifled her calls there to not interrupt Isabelle's sleep.

Fran shook her head in pity, as she witnessed her mother dash outside, the sight of tears forming in her eye sockets, as she continued calling for her missing child. Several minutes passed. They didn't keep track of it, for time was at a standstill for them. Within these endless seconds, a thought, a small flicker, warped into Valon's mind processing.

'What about me is wrong, exactly?'

Instinctively, he motioned one of his hands to rub his cranium in attempt to figure things. The reality of it all, when he actually glanced upon his hand, after wondering why it was difficult to achieve his action, crashed in on him. This, was not his hand. This one was entirely foreign; unrecognizable to him.

Blue? Grey? Claws?…And yet, it felt so, so normal. Even as he stared, watching himself twirl around the three talons, attached to these short, far away arms, he couldn't possibly deny that it felt as natural and regular as the human hand he knew. 'This is… No way, it has to be another insane dream."

Valon continued inspecting, further beyond the arms. How could he have not detected the enlarged, multi-colored torso, that lifted up and down when he breathed? What about the humorously stretched neck that connected himself to that torso? Or, when checking behind, the two massive wings that he was laying flat on, although there was no uncomfortable strain doing such?

When he saw his legs… Or, per say, lack of legs, as a pair of ridge-shaped stubbles of blue, are what replaced them. They could not be given the smallest twitch, despite the given sensation that his walking appendages were always intact. It would also explain why his pants, no longer being worn, had fallen under the table near him.

'Yeah, that has to be it. Just a dream, that's all,' Valon confided himself, with a tiny vibration of shakiness in his mental voice.

At the end of near eternity, the mother stumbled into the household, almost tripping numerous times, with streams of water flowing down her soaked dress. Devoid of any attention to her surroundings, she wobbled around the various object of the living room, and, pausing in front of the transfigured Valon, who still partly lied on the ground from the fall, crumbled to her knees, and dove her head down in self despair. All the two siblings could do was watch her, worried for her well being.

A moment later, her head rose up, her face flooded in tears. She gazed onto Valon once more, her emotions dulled on her face, and he peered back, with moderate sorrow for her situation. Then, she let out a quiet whimper, her voice box exhausted from continuous shouting.

"…Valon?"

Knowing at least that they cannot understand him in this 'nightmare,' and without any other way he could communicate at the moment, Valon simply, but somewhat sadly, nodded his animalistic head in a confirming motion.

"…Oh my God, Valon…"

She instantly pulled him off the floor, and gripped him into a heartfelt embrace, and Valon did the same, albeit needing to hunch over to comfortably hug his mother. She began to restart her bawling, which poured over and effectively wet Valon's fur coat. His only thought, was of a scared possibility. Maybe this dream, wasn't exactly a dream in the first place. And his mind was in a frantic storm, to find a concrete flaw in that possibility.

After the heartwarming realization, the mother scooted backward, wiping off her drenched eyes with her dress' skirt. Valon, unable to keep his balance without support, swiftly grabbed the corner beam of the thankfully close-by table, and held himself upright. She took a long, hard breath of needed fresh air, and brought up the strength she required, to ask a very important question. "But… H-how is this even… How did Valon become this monster?"

Fran tried to remain quiet throughout the ordeal, as she hoped things would figure themselves out. She smiled, a tad teary-eyed herself, as she proved herself correct. When her mother stated her query, Fran received a clever idea to help answer that question. She stood up from her crouched position, and stepped over to the kitchen, where she whisked up a discarded notepad and a pencil on one of the counters. She hurried back with the writing equipment in tow, and offered them to the tipsy dragon. "Here," She said with some confidence, "See if you can write with this, Valon."

Valon looked confusingly at the pad and implement, before recognizing what his sister was getting at. With his mom aiding him steady, he took the items, and attempted to write text. This proved quite difficult, hindered with no opposable thumb and three claws, but patiently, he managed to create legible, although very sloppy, English paragraphs, in a time period of about fifteen minutes. The two females swiped the document to their palms, eager for answers. He explained within the words, how he assured he was who they believed him to be, with remembrance of past memories that only he shared with them, and how he never realized the transformation until recently. He felt the need to strike the fact of his encounter of the horse deity, as it was tough enough to convince them of his identity, plus he was still half-convinced that it was false, anyway.

A game of tag with the notepad proceeded for a uncertain amount of time. By the time everything could be sorted out, it was far late into the night, estimated around one o'clock in the morning. Valon and Fran's mother finally got up from her sitting status, and hesitantly, announced a plan. "Listen, this… This is something we really need to take in with some time. Why don't we just… Go to sleep for now. We'll try to solve more of this after we have rest."

Fran concurred. "Yeah, I'm really bushed right now. All this freaky stuff has given me a killer headache…"

Valon, clasped halfway onto the table, nodded heavily to agree. The two women wished to their company an uneasy good night, and sluggishly entered their rooms for sleep. Valon tried to leave as well, but after falling flat on his face, recalled that his normal transportation method was currently impossible. So, he groaned greatly, as he utilized his small, but surprisingly capable arms, and dragged his strange, new body across the rugged ground to his seemingly distant room, ignoring the irritating friction from the crawl. As he passed his mother's room on the way there, he heard the faint noises of sobbing inside.

At his bed, he climbed up on top of the mattress, and just dropped himself on the blankets, his head barely laying on the pillows.

"Well, this is… Probably the most realistic dream I've ever had. Not to mention the longest; I should have been in my underwear at the mall after I was smacked with that bowl…" Valon meditated on the unfathomable sequence of events that had taken place. "I felt so bad for Mom… I can't wait to wake up from this nightmare, I hate this stupid, awkward body…" With that, the Latios quelled his mind, and drifted off into slumber.

A/N: Yeah, this chapter wasn't all too funny, either. Hopefully, I'm doing a decent job at this. Thank you to all the reviewers, and don't hesitate to point anything out that I messed up, I'd love to improve myself. I know a take a while to write, but I can't help it. :p See you later.