Why do I feel so cold? Where is everyone?
"Hello???"
No answer.
Darkness surrounded me. I am standing on a pitch black floor. There is no one around me.
"Anyone???"
No answer. Maybe I'm dead. Is this limbo? Is this Valhalla? I don't know...
I hear scratching noises. I hear growling. I feel the presence of something. I am not alone...
"Who's there?"
"Do not be afraid. I am a friend."
A dragon came out of the shadows. He looks old and he had hair like a beard.
"Who are you?"
"You."
"Huh?"
"I am the original Lycanwing."
The original?
"I don't understand."
"Follow me."
I followed the old dragon. He did look familiar. He smells familiar. His eyes were withered and a milky white. His scales were still shiny. His wings were withered and had holes. He was old. Really old. His breath was raspy and he coughed a lot.
We walked through the darkness together. Where is he leading me? Where are we going? Where am I going?
"I know you have questions."
"Why did this happen? I mean I know why. But why? Why did you do it? Why are Lycanwings not a myth."
He smiles. I look at him. The darkness fades. I am now standing on grass and flowers. The sky was clear. The birds chirped. Now where am I? I see man coming closer. He wore armor and had dragon wings? Was he a Lycanwing?
"Who is he?"
"Me."
"You were human?"
"Once. I was born with dragon wings."
"Why?"
"Natural order. Evolution. Reasons I cannot explain."
Two other men come up to him. They were on horses.
"Freak. You are called. The Princess summons you." The man said.
He nodded. He flew to a castle in the distance. Than the scenery changed.
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Curse of the Lycanwing
FantasyI thought they were only a myth, but I was wrong. I became cursed. I needed a cure.
