Subject: Music History
Task: Write about a transition
September Event: National Yoga Month
Prompt: I-Want-It-So-Badly Meditation - Write about someone who desperately wants something
HPFC: What Does This Remind You Of?: Dragons
Prompt: Freedom and Flying
Word Count: 1001
No Going Back
Charlie stood in front of the colony of dragons he was charged with keeping and caring for. They were such beautiful creatures—so enchanting and marvellous. He wondered what it would be like to be one of them and experience the wonders of being one of them for himself. It was something he wanted to know more than anything in the world.
If only there was a way that it was possible and then an idea struck him, and he knew that no matter how long it took, no matter how many trials and tribulations he had to face, he would achieve the dream that had first manifested when he was thirteen years old.
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Three Years Later
Charlie looked at the potion in front of him and smiled. In just a few moments time, his dream would finally come true. All his hard work and patience would finally pay off. He would finally know what it was like to be one of the dragons.
He drank the scarlet liquid and felt a warm sensation spread through his entire body and placed the vial back onto the table.
Charlie walked out of his Romanian house and out into the open air, and travelled towards a secluded area that he had located a few weeks ago when he was searching for a safe place where he could transform
It was a long journey and whilst he knew that he could have apparated there, Charlie felt that it was best to use the time to get himself into the right mindset. During his reading, he had learnt that the first time was always the hardest and that whilst many had completed the training to become an animagus, the majority failed to ever transfigure. This was something that Charlie didn't think he could bare to happen, and thought that it might break him if it did.
After thirty minutes, Charlie arrived at a clearing in the woods. It was a place that, to the best of his knowledge, no one knew existed and if they did, they didn't go there because of the hard journey.
His mind completely focused, Charlie saw himself in his mind's eye taking the form of a majestic, large and ferocious looking dragon. He allowed the vision to consume him completely until there was no room for any other thought in his head.
He raised his arms out to his side and jumped out the spot, and as he did so he felt his body begin to shift and change, transitioning into his desired form.
When he landed back on the ground, he did so on four legs. His head turned from left to right as he admired his huge wing span. He raked his claws against the fine dirt and let out a quiet and appreciative roar. He also noted that his vision was remarkably better than when he was in human form as he watched the tiniest particles of dust float around in the air.
Already, being a dragon felt more amazing than he could ever have imagined.
He flapped his wings gently. I wonder… he thought to himself.
He padded along to the far end of the clearing before turning around. He bent down on his hind quarters and focused his eyes on his destination—the sky.
Charlie took a couple of moments to ready himself before running at full pace, flapping his wings as he went. Just when he was a few metres from the trees, Charlie felt his feet leave the ground as he soared into the sky.
Up and up he went, flying so high that he had a view of all the major towns and cities in the north of Romania.
This is amazing, Charlie thought to himself.
He had never felt so free and alive as he did in that moment, soaring above civilisation. He wondered why more people didn't attempt to become animagi—sure it was difficult, but the benefits far outweighed that one minor detail.
Feeling slightly thirsty, Charlie decided to fly towards the lake a short distance from the sanctuary he worked at, knowing that at it would be very much deserted at this time of the morning. Dragonologists may lead an adventurous lifestyle, but just like everyone else they needed their beauty sleep.
When he landed at the lake, Charlie admired his new reflection; his scales were smooth and scarlet, and he had a fringe of golden spiked around his snub-snouted face. His eyes were red and bulging. Charlie instinctively knew that he had taken the form of a Chinese Fireball, which was only fitting since they were also known as the lion dragon.
As he drank from the water, Charlie couldn't help but feel a strong pull urging him to make the transition to a dragon a permanent one. The lure of the sky—to be able to fly and feel free—was a powerful one, and one that he found he did not want to resist.
There would be no going back for Charlie.
Would he miss his family? Yes, of course he would.
Would the transition be worth the sacrifice? Absolutely.
To work amongst dragons had been his ambition ever since he had been old enough to read, but to live amongst the dragons, to be a dragon, and experience all that went with it, had been his absolute desire and now it was well within his reach.
He couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. His family would understand when he explained his decision to them, although he suspected that his mother would try and talk him out of it if he informed them in person, which left only one means of conveying his choice to them—a letter.
Charlie took of back into the sky and flew back to the clearing, landing with a barely audible thud. He cleared his mind and allowed himself to retake his human form before travelling back the way he came to do his last act as a human.
