My first journey to the human world was dangerous and exciting. By this time I was 600 years old, the only other time I had been up was to witness the beheading of a human king. I came to the tunnel entrance and crawled out. It was bright, the sun gleamed off of my scaly skin. I looked around, my reptilian eyes adjusting to the extreme brightness. The air was clean and fresh, as opposed to down under where it is stuffy and humid. I tasted the air with my flicking tongue, I could smell humans nearby. I saw a human boy walk around the corner. I stabbed him and took his body to a nearby rock. I ate a peice of his flesh and transformed into him, this would go on to be my human appearance. Cronoshians can take the form of any creature they eat, but only that particular individual. They can turn back into their true form over and over, but they cannot switch into another humans body. My human body will never age past its current age. I put on the original humans clothes, a school uniform, and spotted his school nearby. Time to get to class. His class.
