Prologue
Once, every five hundred years a dragon is born,” the old hag explained, her cataract filled eyes looking over the many scrolls that were scattered all over her dining room table.
“They don’t look like the dragons from the story books you used to read when you were younga. They have long silky hair and eyes that are only one color in many different shades.
“They have two layers of skin. One is their human layer. They have it so the towns people wouldn’t hunt them down, or at least that’s what my mama told me,” The ancient women met Skyler’s’ eyes, her deep wrinkles deepening even more so than Skyler thought was possible.
Skyler recognized what was about to be said and had a feeling he already knew what the outcome would come out to be.
They were the words he has, not even in the slightest bit, been looking forward to hear. But for so long he knew they would have to be uttered into the air and never be taken aback, for they were the only words that could save his love and life.
The only solution.
“But when a boy or girl that they truly care about kisses their lips, all hell breaks loose and no one will ever be able to settle that monsta’ down.”
Monsta’, what a strange way to see them, because when you saw them, the first thing that comes to mind was the perfection of their figure and the grace of their sharpened wits, the gorgeous way they spoke and the bizarre way their eyes were colored. They were perfection on its best day. Their flaws were even lovely and nice to look at.
But this woman thought otherwise.
From the disrespectful façade she wore upon her face to the way she looked down upon the sketches, which were thought to be significant enough to draw upon the cave walls of the prehistoric man’s home.
She didn’t think they were worthy to be on her dining room table.
But with just the same scorn, she encountered his eyes once more, whispering in the hoarse but lovely tone that was her voice, “Now tell me boy…who did ya kiss?”
