Dragons, Ghosts and others

The flames of hell Prolouge

Dead bodies lay all around, fire and smoke clouding the air. Dragora stood still, holding a lit oil lantern, shaking.

She stood there thinking, the heat overwhealming, but she was safe. After all, dragora was the one who had started the flames, and surly they wouldnt hurt her... But of course, thats what she had done to her creators, her parents. She looked over to where they were. The female and male bodies were black with burns, making it nearly impossible to tell what gender they were. Dragora could clearly identify her mothers body, easily picking up splashes of drowned colours on her skin-fused-clothing.
Dragora smiled, feeling satisfaction. Dragora had hated human beings ever since she discovered what pigs they were.

Humans were merely pigs in clothing.

But of course, dragora was human, and she hated that part of herself, but all this hatred in herself finally spilled out into the world, making all around her suffer. Dragora's parents had owned a hotel, living in a cabin across the road. The hotel was perfect for killing people, and dragora felt no guilt whatsoever. Looking over the dead bodies once again, dragora smirked at her work. And started giggling, moments later, the giggling turned into laughing, and laughter turned hysterical.

However...

Her mother, her father... They were dead, the ones who had nurtured her, the ones who had raised her. As heartless as she was, she couldnt let this pass by, and just accept and laugh at it. Her parents were the only humans who accepted and loved her, the ones who gave her shelter, and food, and a warm bed, and on her last birthday, a dress...

Dragora let her laughter fade, and her smile dissapear. A single tear ran along her cheek, leaving a liquid path to where it came from.and soon, more tears arrived. Drafora felt herself shaking violently, shaking her head time and time over and over again.  She dropped to her knees and held her head, she lifted her head up to the dark sky, opened her mouth, and screamed. The scream was held with sadness, remorse, regret, and mostly, Pain. This was the first time she mourned humans dying, she wouldnt have cared if a child had died, so why is this a big deal?

Because you loved them, you cared for them, now, their both dead...

Pain, that what dragora felt, pain in her back, pain in her head, pain everywhere. Her skin seemed to be ripping apart on her back, so something forcing its way out from her back,it happened again on her hips, the pain was excrutiating, all the while she was screaming, shaking her head once more.

Once the pain stopped, her back felt like fire, and she felt extra limbs on her back and hips. She looked behind her and saw a luxorious tail that looked like leather. Dragora tried to move it, and it twitched, she jumped when it did, and she then looked upwards. A pair of dark green redish (Probably from the blood, she though), she tried to stroke the wings, and the texture felt like petting a snake.

Hry, follow me, follow me towards happiness...

Dragora had heard a tiny voice, one that came from a forest, across the road, beside the cabin...

Dragora crossed the road, stepping as lightly as she could. And went into the woods

A/n
Hellooooo, im just givin out a shout 2 my friend Dimentio_
4 drawing me phantom dragora, anyways, for anyone who is reading this, thank u, i shall write 2 u in the first chapter :P