Here it is, another chapter going up!
The next update is going to be Boku No Overlord.

See you guys later!

Chapter 3

Such was the peace, the comfort in Hawke's mind she forgot for a second she was floating in the water. The reason for her current activity was that Hawke wanted to wash her body. She was always an incredibly hygienic person. And although she was a dragon. A big one, it didn't change the fact; she needed to clean herself. And since there was a vast lake surrounding the isle, Hawke immersed in the peaceful lagoon. Taking her time to relax and enjoyed the feeling of peace.

Bath time has been always one of Hawke's favorite pastimes. It helped her reflect and meditate.

And there was a lot to think about.

Hawke has been exploring as much as she could. She was trying to draw a map on her mind, from the mountains, rivers, and grassland. However, it was easier said than done. Hawke was still having troubles trying to feel the scale of the world she was, the continent of the so-called Seven Kingdoms.

Hawke traveled north and reach some mountains. Those mountains and ranges reminded Hawke of the Frostback Mountains. There were some villages and an enormous castle on one mountain. It was impressive; it was just like Skyhold, but more elegant. For a few more days, she explored the mountains, trying to get a hold of the vast chain of peaks and how far north were they. She reached a sea, but Hawke could see more islands far away and many ships traveling farther north. So, there was more land up there.

Hawke hasn't explored more of the North yet. But she would.

Then Hawke traveled south, and she discovered green fields. Vast and long, with hundreds of farms, vineyards, and acres. Just like the Hinterlands and Southron Hills in Ferelden. There were more cities and towns there than in the north. So Hawke realized how fertile the land must be.

Hawke arrived at what she considered was the most important castle in that region. It was an outlandish keep at that. Not that it lacked in any form of defense. It was a big and sturdy castle, but the number of flowers, trees, golden fields and whatnot around it made it silly in Hawke's opinions. Easy to burn by any adept mage. Still, she could see the beauty in it. Hawke could still remember the looked of the nobles there when she got too close to the fortification.

Hawke, with all honesty, was not looking to cause a commotion. But she would be lying if she said that the reaction of the fat lord who was drinking wine with all his family was not a hilarious one.

Nevertheless, Hawke needed to travel more. So she flew away from the castle, making sure to apologize in the future for the wasted wine.

"I wonder if I could get a map. It would make things so much easier for me. I could see where I am exactly and how big the Seven Kingdoms truly are." Hawke thought with an exhalation. Numerous birds were resting on her horns, and some ducks were chasing her during all that time.

As if she was a mother duck.

"I should I got East now? Or west? If I could change the form, at least I could try to find a map somewhere. Mm, what should I do?" Hawke considered as she slowly dragged her gigantic body out of the water.

Hawke would travel east since there was little she could do now. She needed to gather as much information as she could. There was also another concern growing inside of the Champion of Kirkwall. So far, she does not know if magic existed in the world. Until now there were no Circles of Magi here. A good and a bad thing, in her opinion.

No templars and no crazy mages. That was always a good thing.

Hawke also hoped no dragon hunters appeared. Cassandra Pentaghast was still hunting Hawke's mind. Hopefully, nothing of sorts would occur. The last thing she needed was a group of dragon hunters trying to skin her alive.

Hawke was about to expand her wings when she felt a presence nearby. A small murmur, melodious and barely audible. Hawke stared at one of the strange trees with faces. She has been cautious to not destroy them. There was something strange in those trees. The faces carved were unique, and she wondered what would they meant. Hawke approached one of the trees and listen closely, hoping it was her imagination.

For a few seconds, she heard a buzz. Small and distant. Then nothing.

Hawke grew curious about it. If she has learned anything so far, it's that trees with talking faces could be useful. Hawke thought about Xenon of the Black Emporium, and well, it was not a talking tree technically. But an old noble who wanted to live forever and ended up barging with a witch. And well, he ended up asking for immortal life, but not immortal youth. The years went by and ended up as a living, mummified version of himself. The last time she visited him, flowers were pouring off him, as he was becoming a tree himself.

Now that Hawk thought about it, it was a horrible analogy.

Regardless, those trees were something she needed to observe. However, for now, she would return to explore, hopefully, she would find something.

Hawke spread her long wings and soared up to the clouds. To the sky.

The Champion of Kirkwall saw how the people below looked at her. Hawke was curious of what they were watching her in such a way, every time she passes nearby. Like they were in awe or something. It made her feel pompous since Hawke knew she was an impressive dragon. Her good friend, Aveline, would have hit her in the head already. But Aveline was not here, so Hawke being the smart ass she was sometimes.

Let a large and mighty roar. So everyone could see her majestic figure soaring through the sky.

It worked since everyone viewed the giant dragon hovering above them. Hawke would need to be careful. She may grow to enjoy being watched with wonderment.

Hawke, however, was ignorant of how people actually see her for. Some people were truly in awe of the Red Emerald Dragon. But to others, the dragon was something frightful.

Nevertheless, every single person in Westeros thought the same. From the lowest of the common folk to the high lords. Dragons were back.

Hawke flew high above the clouds, loving the feeling of the air and sun on her dragonic face. Her eyes stared below her as she continued to fly. Hawke saw the fields and hills, and she was trying hard to draw a map in her mind. Hawke sighed, trying to make sense of a piece of land without names, coordinates or knowledge was hard. Still, no one could say Hawke was incapable of doing it.

So far, Hawke used the small isle she took as home as the center of her exploration. In the North were immense mountains and precipices, on the South vast greenfields, and countless farms and towns. So, if she was correct, on the east would be more land or coast. If that was the case, she would only need to travel West to see if she reached another coast or more land. Hawke truly hoped she was right. Because if she was in the middle of an extensive continent with no coast on either side, she could use it for navigation. Well, it was going to be hard for her to explore the landmass.

Hawke for a few long hours flew, watching town after town until she saw a coast at the distance. Watching such a view, Hawke couldn't hold down her joy. She let a powerful roar as she stared at the coastline stretch for miles.

The Champion of Kirkwall traveled near the coast, paying attention to every detail. Thankfully, she was flying incredibly high. So observing everything became easier for her. Hawke then saw a lot of boats and ships traveling in the same direction. Then, using her dragon sight, she could see what she thought was a bay of ships, then a city. A big city, bigger than most she has seen so far in the world.

Perhaps is the capital? Hawke thought as she flew closer.

Hawke would be careful to not cause as many troubles as last time. The red-haired mage from Kirkwall learned that moving her wings too abruptly was not the best idea. It would create those explosions of pure air. Now, she moved them just slightly, and let the wind do the rest.

She approached the city with care, of course, not that it mattered to the people around the city. For them, a giant dragon was flying above them. Hawke inspected the city, and for a slight moment, she gaged at the smell of it.

"Andraste tits! What is that horrible smell? It smells worse than the Gallows, and Lowtown combine!" Hawke exclaimed in her mind. As she flew over the city, she saw three big sites with unique buildings. One was a cathedral of something, not as beautiful as the Grand Cathedral in Orlais, but close enough. Then there was a ghastly place, a blasted ruin. It was a tall building, with fallen walls and columns. Such a gruesome place, with a horrible history to tell.

Hawke then saw something in the ruins, a spark of something she recognized well enough. Then another one, and more. Hawke landed in that place. She took extra care to not destroy anything, since with her overgrown size, was not fit to land in such a place. She was too big, way too big for such a place.

It looked like some kind of mausoleum or dome.

From the broken roof, Hawke peered her head inside to see what was inside the forgotten dome. To see where those sparks of light were. There she saw a flash of lights. Small and drizzle imitating the walk of men. To Hawke's surprise, those lights looked almost like spirits from the Fade. But it confused her, there was no rift here, or so she thought.

What could it mean? Hawke thought as she stared at the spirits.

"Kill those creatures! Kill them!"

"Do not let them alive! Kil them!"

"No more dragons! No more Targaryen rule!"

"Wait, look at the roof! It's falling down! Run! Arhhh-!"

Hawke listened to the echoes of the spirits, intrigued by what those lost souls were recreating. Then screams of horror surrounded the place as everything fell. Later, a roar was overheard. Hawke could swear she could recognize the sound. But could it be? Dragons? If that was the case, she was happy to know that. Since for her, it means that the world she was in could have magic. If any. But it was not enough, she needed to learn more.

Then there was the whole spirit thing. The only way for someone to see spirits was if a rift opened nearby. Or if the fade was incredibly thin in the area. But even if the Fade was weak, there was also something poking holes in the Veil. But Hawke was not sure she could see any artifact capable of doing something like that in the area.

Hawke was not a Fade expert like Solas, the bald elf from the Inquisition. But she knew a thing or two.

Hawke wondered if something connected the Fade to this world. But then again, if that was true, she would feel it. Perhaps that Elf god reached this place by using something more than magic. However, there was no way for her to know-how.

You are key and the lock. The Fade of the World.

The words of that estranged spirit resonated in her mind. "Could I be the one poking holes in the Veil? Or perhaps… There is no Veil in this world. Then, my presence alone triggered the spirits, make them visible for me. If that is the case, could I be the Fade of this world?" Hawke thought deeply.

Hawke groaned, feeling a headache coming. She was finding more questions than answers.

Hawke sighed while she ceased looking inside of the dome. She stared outside and saw the last building across the hundred of buildings. On the last hill, the bigger one, there was a castle. A red one, and moderately big, but not the biggest one Hawke has ever seen.

She thought the king must live there. Perhaps that strange silver-haired prince was now the king.

The sound of people screaming in fear brought her down from her thoughts. She should have known better by now. Humans were easy to scare. But no matter, she would leave now. Hawke carefully raised her wings and left the dammed ruin. She was about to leave and explore more of the coastline. Until she felt a strange nudge toward the red castle. Curiosity peaked in Hawke's mind as she flew towards the castle. Perhaps she would find something there, just like she did on the dome.

Hawke encircled the castle, looking for the perfect spot to position herself without damaging the castle itself. She knew how royalty could be. If she ruined the castle, she would have to pay for reparations, and she didn't have any gold. Thankfully, there was a ridge she could lean on. So, with that in mind. Hawke took her time to adjust herself on the hill. Half of her body was inside of one courtyard of the castle, and the other half was outside. Hawke's long tail reached the ocean, and her long and enormous wings covered the entire slope.

The castle looked so small next to her.

Hawke was trying to locate the sensation she felt a few seconds ago. The only thing she was seeing was a garden and not a pretty one.

The Champion of Kirkwall cursed as her colossal head didn't allow her to scrutinize in more detail.

Then, as she was about to leave, she heard a faint gasp. Moving her head just slightly, she saw a few people in the corner. There were two females, one with silver hair and purple eyes, and another one with deep dark hair and the same dark color in her eyes. They were beautiful in Hawke's humble opinion.

Hawke smiled at them. Of course, the smile of a dragon was less than pleasing for the normal person. If they could even call the showing of teeth, bigger than a spear a smile.

"Well, hello there, my charming ladies. Leandra Amelah Hawke at your service," Hawke said in a flirty voice. Of course, the words came in Elven and it didn't have the same impact on the ladies as Hawke expected. Since, for those two ladies, the words were coming from an enormous dragon in a language they didn't know.

Hawke then saw how the dark-haired beauty was holding a baby in her arms, and two little kids were hiding behind both of them.

"Oh, kids, I love kids! Make's breathe. She is so cute! Hello there!" Hawke said as she saw the prettiest girl ever.

The girl had a cute chubby face, with two big purple eyes full of curiosity rather than fear. The hair of the girl was dark, just like the woman protecting her. But there was a part of the hair of the little girl that was silver. The girl had a small silver braid, making her look more adorable in Hawke's opinion.

Besides the pretty little girl, there was another kid with silver hair. He too was looking at her with interest rather than fear. They were two beautiful kids. If Hawke was in a human form, she would kiss their chubby cheeks, repeatedly. Hawke always wanted kids of her own. Even though she was not interested in the opposite gender. She always wanted to have babies. Hawke always squeals with joy at the sight of babies, small kids, and Mabaris.

Hawke cursed the Maker for making her a dragon. She couldn't touch those cute chubby cheeks.

As she was watching those cute little children, Hawke noticed something off in them. She couldn't express it with words, but it was as if they had something inside them. The lady with long silver hair was the same, but it was more diluted, like fading. Something was growing inside of the lady, a small thing, but it was there.

Then, the baby, the dark-haired girl, was holding in her arms had the same essence, but stronger, much brighter than the kid with silver hair and the mother combine. The girl, however, was more radiant.

"Could it be? Those kids have magic in their bodies… Not much as someone from the kids back in my world. But there is no mistake, that is the essence of magic," Hawke thought.

As Hawke was thinking of the implications of such discovery, she didn't notice how the little girl slipped through the hold of her mother, and rush to the giant dragon with a cheerful smile. Much to the horror of the mother.

"Rhaenys, no!"

Rhaella sighed as she saw her daughter-in-law, the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, breastfeed her son. The former queen never thought she would sit in the Red Keep gardens peacefully, with no fear of Aerys barging through the door shouting his madness away. There were times in which Rhaella expected him to come out of nowhere doing just that.

But the truth was that those things would never happen again. Because Aerys was dead. Killed by a dragon with magic powers. As ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. Rhaella never in her life thought she would see those creatures. It was not even a thought in her mind. But now, there was one living among them. Rhaella wanted to laugh or cry. She hasn't decided yet. But she must thank the dragon for freeing her from Aerys chains. And not only her, but the Seven Kingdoms as well.

Now she could focus on her happiness, and her child growing inside of her. The last gift from her brother.

Regardless of the sudden joy, Rhaella has found recently. There was something still worrying the king's mother. And it was not the dragon, but her daughter-in-law. The mother of Rhaella's grandchildren. A kind woman who did not deserve the humiliation her son put her through.

"Your grace, if I may ask you something," Rhaella asked, following the protocols of royalty they raised her to obey. To which Elia only exhaled.

"Please, call me Elia, mother. We are family," Elia mumbled as she patted Aegon's back to make the baby burp.

"They raised me to obey those customs… It's hard to let them go, Elia," Rhaella replied with a smile.

"Yes, they are quite hard to ignore," Elia said, smiling at the former queen.

"You have been speaking with Rhaegar, and if I am not wrong, you have been in his chambers more than once already," Rhaella said carefully. She noticed the looked in Elia's eyes. They were still filled with pain and hurt.

"Yes, that's true, mother. I haven't forgiven him completely. It will take time, but if what he says was true, about wanting to earn my forgiveness… I'm expecting for him to show it to me," Elia replied after a few seconds of silence.

"You're truly a kind woman, Elia. My son is a fool for hurting you," Rhaella said.

"Thank you, but in truth, I just want to have a happy family. For Rhaenys and Aegon, they deserve as much," Elia said, as she glances at the floor where both Viserys and Rhaenys were playing with wooden knights, and Balerion, the cat. Both children were unaware of what has just taken place in the last months.

"You deserve as much, if not better. But hopefully, this would knock some sense in Rhaegar. If not, I would gladly do it for you, my dear," Rhaella said smiling, making Elia laugh.

"Thanks, mother," Elia replied.

"But it's not the only thing I wanted to talk to you here, away from prying ears," Rhaella whispered.

"You know that Tywin Lannister wanted for his daughter to be queen, and now that he is the hand of the king again, he would try his hardest to push his daughter to Rhaegar. The event of Harrenhal, prove that Rhaegar can still be wooed by young maidens, so he would hope for his daughter to do the same," Rhaella said.

Elia nodded, fearing as much.

"I know there was something else going on after he introduced her to me. To take her as my lady-in-waiting. Cersei Lannister is still young, and she is quite the beauty if I'm honest. But she has the charisma of a dying dog. I have seen how she looks at Rhaegar, She wants to jump at him. But with all honesty, I'm not worried about her. Rhaegar barely notices she is in the same room most of the time. It's different… from the Stark girl," Elia replied.

"Still, there is a reason Tywin has announced no betrothal for her. He is waiting for something to happen. Rhaegar is young and handsome. If something happens to you… Or your children. You know there is a rumor saying you are barren," Rhaella whispered, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Elia flinched hearing those words. But it was the truth. The last pregnancy almost killed her. It was by the grace of the gods she was alive. If Aegon died, there would no heir for the Iron Throne, and if she could not bear more children. Then Tywin would get what he wanted. Elia knew that much, and Tywin Lannister was the type of man who would do whatever it was necessary to achieve whatever goal he has.

"Aegon is a baby and accidents happen… I'm not trying to scare you, but…"

"I know, mother. Oberyn told the same, it's one of the reasons he came here. After Aerys annotated Tywin heir in the kingsguard. He feared from my life. Tywin will not forget that insult, no matter if Aerys is dead."

"A Lannister always pays his debt. But, I believe Tywin will find himself against the wall. Rhaegar is smart, he knows how Tywin operates," Rhaella said with a proud smile.

"He is… Still, I will never leave my children alone now, I don't even trust Pycelle and his hands." Elia said with a sneer on her face.

"A smart thing to do. The old maester is good at hiding his actual intentions. The facade he wears, of a stuttering old fool, it's a proof of it," Rhaella said, thinking in all those times the old maester took his time, touching her body while giving birth. A disgusting memory, just as revolting as remembering Aerys naked.

"I know, but I think I'm going to take Cersei as my lady-in-waiting… Just like Rhaegar, I will keep my enemies closer. Besides, from what I saw, she is not as smart as she thinks she is."

Elia knew it was a gamble, a risky one. But she was not a Martell for nothing. Just like her brother, she was grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. But it was in the grass, where snakes and vipers hide. Cersei Lannister was neither golden nor lion. Cersei was just another child, who thinks she knew how to play the game. And Elia would show her what happened when you play the Game of Thrones.

"You know I will help you, my dear. For I shall not lie idle watching my grandchildren in danger," Rhaella said with the famous Targaryen voice.

"I thank you, mother."

Elia felt calmer now. She knew Rhaella was one of the few people she could trust completely in King's Landing. Besides, her brother, uncle and her old friend. Ser Arthur Dayne.

Now it was time for her to wait and see how the game unfold.

"In another unrelated topic, you must be happy for dear Ashara. I never expected Eddard Stark to travel to Starfall just to ask for Ashara's hand."

Elia couldn't help but smile. A fortnight ago, her dear friend was shocked to hear that Ned traveled all the way to Dorne, just to ask Ashara's father for her hand. And even more to hear that the Lord of Starfall accepted. It must have been a good first impression. Then, Ashara was shocked one more time, when she had morning sickness. Elia has never seen Ser Arthur so broken, knowing that his little sister was expecting a baby. It was a fun day.

"She will arrive at Riverrun to the wedding of Catelyn Tully and Brandon Stark soon. I believe it will surprise Ned to see her there, with a baby on the way," Elia giggled.

"An excellent way to surprise her soon to be husband," Rhaella agreed with a smile of her own.

"A what a surprise that would be, I am-"

"Mom, look! A big bird is coming!" Both Rhaella and Elia felt as if the world came to a stop. The air felt heavy, and the eery silence was gloomy. Then they hear it. A roar belonging to the only creature capable of doing just that. A dragon, the only dragon in the world.

"Mommy, look a dragon!" Rhaenys squealed in joy, pointing at the giant beast flying around King's Landing.

"What is it doing here?!" Rhaella hissed, grabbing Viserys in her arms.

Elia wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

The dragon flew over the city, and although both Rhaella and Elia were afraid. They couldn't help but stare at the mighty beast. And for a few minutes, the dragon encircled the city. The cries of horror were loud, as both of them could hear them even from where they were.

But the dragon did nothing else but to float over them. As if he was just taking a leisurely stroll in the park. However, it stopped when the dragon approached the Dragonpit, landing his massive body on top of the ruin. Like he was searching for something.

"What is he doing?" Elia whispered, watching the dragon inspect the insides of the dome.

"I honestly don't know. There is nothing there, we have abandoned it for decades. Only whores are now living there, at best," Rhaella said.

"Look mommy, a dragon! It's so pretty! It has shining rocks!" Rhaenys said with a smile while leaning on the balcony.

"It's not pretty, it's a dragon! Dragons are not pretty!" Viserys said, trying to get free of his mother's arms.

"They are pretty!"

"They are not!"

"They are!"

"Enough, both of you," Rhaella exclaimed. "Elia, we need to get inside of the Red Keep," the former queen said.

Elia nodded, and as they were trying to take refuge inside the castle, they suddenly felt a shift in the air. Only to see the dragon flying around the Red Keep. Elia grabbed Rhaenys and little Aegon. And Rhaella kept Viserys close to her. Then, both walked backward as they saw the colossal head of the dragon entering the small garden. Both mothers were fearing not for their lives, but the lives of their children.

The dragon was looking around, searching until it finally located what he came for, or so both mothers thought. Rhaella and Elia felt the eyes of the dragon looking at them. Those unnatural green eyes. Then it spoke, but both of them couldn't understand what the dragon was saying.

"Elgara vallas, da'len, Tel'enfenim," the dragon spoke softly. It felt weird to hear such words, so peaceful words. As if he was trying to make them feel safer.

Rhaenys, being the small girl she was, escaped her mother's embrace. The small girl approached fearlessly the dragon. Elia felt as her world was shattering when she saw her daughter raise her hand to touch the dragon.

"Rhaenys, no!" Elia yelled.

But to her surprise, she saw Rhaenys touching the dragon with no problem. Like it was nothing.

"See! It's pretty!" Rhaenys said as her tiny arms hugged the dragon, or tried to since Rhaenys looked like she was embracing a huge bolder. Still, the dragon seemed in peace.

Then a group of people arrived at that part of the garden. And it was not only the king but everyone else.

"Elia!" Oberyn yelled as he stopped in confusion, watching the scene. Rhaegar arrived only a second later, only to find his daughter hugging the dragon. Everyone was in shock. The king, the queen, the kingsguard, the hand of the king. Everyone who arrived seconds later.

"Daddy, look, a dragon!" Rhaenys exclaimed in happiness.

Hawke felt the small hand of the girl touch her skin, or well, her scales. Hawke wanted nothing more than to hug back the small little girl. Honestly, she wanted to do it. But being a huge ass dragon did not allow her to do just that. A pity, truly.

"If I could only be able to just change… Just for a moment."

Hawke thought with sadness. She wondered how could Flemeth change form at will. What does that old lady have that she didn't? Just for a slight moment, she wanted to have two legs and arms.

"So pretty!" Rhaenys called.

Hawke after hearing pushed all her magic into transforming herself back to human. Or anything close to it. Just for a few seconds. Hawke didn't care if it was only a few minutes. She wanted to kiss those chubby cheeks. The more she dreamed about it, Hawke felt as her body was changing. It hurt, but not much.

Everyone there saw a bright light, it was like fire. Like embers burning slowly and falling like snow. Blinding everyone.

Hawke's body felt small. She felt sick, disoriented, and in pain. But all those symptoms started to fade away slowly. It was like waking up from a night of drinking in the Hanged Man.

The Champion of Kirkwall realized now that she was in front of the little girl. And she was not as a dragon anymore. However, she could feel as she could not hold the form forever. Just like learning to be a shapeshifter. Hawke could feel her time running out incredibly fast.

Hawke ignored the gasp of the surrounding people. As she knelt to the cute little girl, who was looking at her with her mouth open.

"Close your mouth, little one. Or a fly will enter," Hawke said, as Rhaenys did just as she was told.

"Wow, you are a dragon lady!" Rhaenys exclaimed.

Hawke frowned at being called dragon lady. But she glanced at her hands and body. Well, I am indeed a dragon lady now. Hawke thought as she saw her body.

First, she was naked. But the dragon's skin covered her nakedness like if her skin and dragon scales were one. Her shoulders, her back, her legs were all covered in her new skin-scale. She even had a tail and horns. Hawke saw her chest, and although she was always proud of her big melons, as Isabela called them. The shinning green emerald stones incrusted there brought more attention from the people gathered there than her big boobs. Hawke was now half-human, half-dragon.

Hawke wanted to inspect herself in more detail, but she felt as her time was running out. So she slowly patted the cute girl's head. And gave her a small kiss on the cheeks.

It was a slight form of affection, but it brought joy to the girl who smiled happily. Hawke truly loved children.

"I would like to spend more time with you, but my time is running out," Hawke said, enjoying she could finally speak normally.

Hawke cursed inwardly as she felt her body drifting apart again. She turned around and saw the group of people looking at her completely in awe. Hawke thought it would do her good to make sure they understand she was not there to hurt anybody. Regardless of her enjoying creating a bit of a scene wherever she goes.

"You have nothing to fear from me… Also sorry for killing your father… Well, not really," Hawke could say before going back to her dragon form.

Disappointment rushed through Hawke's mind, but she was happy to find out she could change her form, to a more humane one. It was now only for her to find more about it, and why she looked the way she looked.

Hawke giving one last glance at the small girl who was waving goodbyes, Hawke roused to the skies. She would explore more and then head back to her little home. There was a lot to think about.

Things were going to change in Westeros soon enough.

A long week has gone by, and unbeknown to Hawke her new appearance has created havoc in the Capital of the Seven Kingdoms. However, Hawke was not interested in that of yet. As she was more busy inspecting her new body with the reflection of the broken Eluvian.

Hawke discovered how to change her form, and to hold it for more time. The only thing she needed to do was to stop thinking she was a human in a form of a dragon trying to change back, and more of a dragon trying to change to a human form. The spirit told her she was no longer normal. She was more, and Hawke would have to accept it.

The Champion of Kirkwall groaned, looking at her body. Hawke realized how much her body has changed. The red-haired mage has been always proud of her body. Just like her dear mother, they blessed Hawke with an hourglass figure with gorgeous legs and a big bosom. However, now, her body had some obvious differences.

Hawke was way taller than before. At the very least, she was around 7 ft tall, perhaps 8 ft if she added her long and pointy horns. She even had long and pointy ears as well.

"I look like a goddam Qunari," Hawke said with a groan.

"And look at my butt! My tail makes my ass and hips bigger!" Hawke said scandalized.

It was true. Thanks to her fat tail, Hawke's hips were wider, making not only her bottom bigger but her thighs too. Not saying Hawke was secretly pleased with her bombastic body now. But it was still weird.

"Isabela would have loved it, I bet. She would have never allowed me to leave the bedroom," Hawke whispered softly.

Hawke's skin was still something that unnerved her. She felt naked. Although the scales covered Hawke's private parts, the rest of her body was still pretty much naked.

"It's like fish scales," Hawke hissed while touching her body.

The only parts of Hawke's body that remained, dragonic like, were her hands and below her knees. Not enough to make her feel better.

Hawke would admit that her hands looked awesome. Like she was wearing gauntlets made of dragon skin. The Champion of Kirkwall with a sense of curiosity touched her skin, and at first, felt nothing out of ordinary. Even though dragonic scales were covering almost all over her body. She felt tickles and a soft texture. It confused Hawke. But she explored more.

"Perhaps it's because my body reacts differently to my own touches?" Hawke has been always sensitive, so she groped her breast, and felt the same reactions she always had while touching herself. Hawke moaned softly. She was about to take her hand down but snapped out of it. It was not the time for more private exploration.

"Ah, focus woman! Don't let yourself fool by your amazing body!" Hawke exclaimed.

"But, at least everything it's normal," Hawke said, trying to excuse herself.

"Mm, but, there are scales on my boobs and down there. Could I pee? Mm, could I move my scales or something? Maybe I can modify my appearance?" She said.

Hawke tried a few times, adjusting her body. Trying to see her limit in her transformation. She was pleased to find out she could change her scales. But it would only make her looked like she was a lizard woman than anything else. Then, she tried to look less dragonic, but the only thing she saw was her body being completely exposed. Now, Hawke could see tits, and all that the Maker gave her. She was nude, well; the scales were there, but they were barely visible.

"So, I can either look like a semi-naked dragonic woman or as a naked dragonic woman or like a super nude dragonic woman. Great! What an offer! I will pick number two, please!" Hawke said sarcastically.

Hawke groaned in frustration as she sat on the ground. Getting annoyed by everything. Even her hair was different, she always used short hair. For modesty, and because she hated having long hair. But now, she had long hair; reaching far below her hips. The color changed from an auburn red to a bright scarlet red.

"What it's next, I'm no longer allergic to shrimps?" Hawke muttered, moving her hair from her face.

"Varric would have loved to see me now. I even know the title of the next book, The Champion of Kirkwall, now a dragon in another world. This shit is weird," Hawke sighed as she moved her tail from one place to another.

"I need to stop moping around," Hawke said, as she pinched her cheeks hard. "Okay! Sadness away! Now, what it's my next move?"

"Well, getting a map, it's still a priority. Mm, then there is the magic in this world, from what I saw in those cute kids. Magic exists here, but how different it is from Thedas, that's the question. Then, I need to make sure there is no danger for me. I hope there is no archdemon somewhere, or a great evil waiting to wake up! Then there is the Eluvian… If I could fix it, but then again, it would only lead me to the Fade again. So much to think about."

But Hawke was not the Champion of Kirkwall for nothing. She would face the adversities with a smile on her face. Whatever it comes to her way.

Hawke would soon face the first one.