Jack was sitting at his desk, his computer turned on as he was browsing through Deviantart. It had been almost 3 weeks since his birthday, and he had heard nothing from his friends. He had gotten a bit despondent from it, and even seemed to go quiet on the site. Even one of his best friends had gone absent without saying anything. He sighed as he stepped away from the computer.
"I don't know why I bother at times" He said to himself. "My work never seems to get noticed by anyone. Even though they've tried to help me, I seem to be stuck in the shadows...." He sat down on his bed and sighed "I bet that if I left the site, no one would notice that I was gone..."
He thought that sitting around moping all day would not make him feel better, so he decided to leave the house for a while and get some fresh air. He slipped on a jacket and shoes and headed downstairs. Just as he was about to set out, he heard a knock at the door.
"Hmm?" He thought. "I'm not expecting anyone today.... Who could it be?" He asked. He opened the door, and standing on the other side of it was a teenager, around 6ft with silvery hair. "Hey Jack!" He said. Jack looked at him for a moment.
"Do I know you?" He asked tentatively. "You don't know me?" The boy chuckled. "Oh yeah, I guess I should really introduce myself!" He laughed. "My name's Peter, but I'm better known as Werechu or Wyraach".
"No way...that's really you?" Jack asked. "You're REALLY Werechu, the one who writes all those dragon stories?" "Well I was the last time I checked!" Peter smirked. "Anyway, I came here cause I heard your birthday was coming up?"
"Oh, that was nearly 3 weeks ago..." Jack said. "What? Damn, I didn't think I was late. Oh man I'm so sorry!" He said. "Well don't worry. At least one of my friends have come over to see me." He smiled a little. "How did you get here?" "What do you think, I 'flew' over!" Peter laughed. "No seriously, I came over on a plane. I know it's a little late, but here." He handed Jack a birthday card. Inside was a message "Hope you have a good day. Sorry I haven't been able to do you anything to go with this card. I'm sure I'll think of something for you though ;)" and below that was a little doodle of a dragon. "Aww, thanks dude" Jack smiled. "Why don't you come in for a little while?" He offered. Peter smiled and followed Jack in.
They spent a few hours talking to each other and playing games. After a while, Peter turned to Jack.
"Hey...I think I might have had an idea of what to give you as a present, even if it is a bit belated" He chuckled. "Oh?" Jack asked. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well....This might freak you out, as this is something I don't usually show anyone but my friends this" He started "So just remain calm through this."
"Why?" Jack said. "What you going to do, turn into a dragon or something?"
Peter just smiled as his eyes turned a deep crimson. "You're pretty quick to catch on!" He grinned wide as his form began to grow and alter. Hands and feet became claws, wings grew from his back. He grew in size a little bit as his spine extended, neck growing longer as three tails grew outwards. His clothes tore away as his form continued to morph. Skin shed to reveal black and crimson scales as his featured altered, and soon where a teenage boy was standing, stood a powerful creature that was thought to only exist in legend. Jack looked on in complete shock and awe.
"Oh my God...." He said to himself.
"You called?" The beast laughed. "And you don't have to look at me like that, I'm not the murderous demon that my stories depict me as." Jack was trying to regain his composure, his jaw hanging down. "Wy...Wyraach?!" he yelped. "The one and only!" He chuckled.
"You SURE you're not going to kill me?" Jack asked, a bit worried. "I just told you, I ain't like Wyraach in the stories....Although I suppose if I changed whilst I was enraged I would be just like him" He smiled. "But I'm far from it!" He assured him, and gently stretched a claw out and rubbed his face. Jack blushed a little. Maybe his words had truth. From what he had read in Peter's stories, Wyraach detested humans, and lived to murder them. But here he was, in the scales, and he was gently rubbing his face.
