Moon

Prologue

*Edited*

18 year-old Moon picked through the pile of rubble that used to be thriving Dail. The dreadful dragon Smaug had retreated into the depths of the mountain, or so she thought.

A great whoosh sounded and gusts of steady wind buffeted her small and strong body. She screamed, but no one was there to hear it.

"What is a pretty maiden like yourself doing wandering near a dragon's lair? What if he eats you?"

"Then he would find her not very tasty at all."

"You have a good personality- giiirrrlll," he growled, putting his red-scaled snout in her face, great red eyes blazing with something Moon couldn't place.

"What is your name?"

"Moon."

"You do not smell of fear, Moon. Why are you not afraid?"

"I do not fear death."

The dragon gave a low chuckled and snatched her arm in his mouth. She screamed, her dark blue eyes went red and dragon-like, her veins darkening.

She felt herself begin to change, but against her will.

Large, light blue wings ripped from her back, tearing her shirt to shreds.

"What have you done?" she whispered, running from the dragon. He did not chase her, only collapsed in laughter.

"You will be back, child. One day, and you will be ready."

She screamed in anger as her face began to elongate and her neck grow, light-blue scales enveloping her tan skin.

She reached the edges of Mirkwood just as she transformed into an entire dragon. She let out a mighty roar, and curled up on the ground, fear pulsing through her like some cruel and wicked venom.