Dragon Shifter's Journey

Introduction

My name is Kyara. I'm from the A Trillion Years universe. You may have heard of it, or perhaps a guy named ProjectMyst. Maybe Avalon Lee. No? Oh, well.

I suppose I should start at the very beginning. I lived an ordinary life in an orphanage. A life I thought was normal, never knowing that most children aren't abandoned by their parents, or can turn into dragons.

You heard me.

Dragons.

Ever since I could remember, I've been able to shift into a dragon at will. Nothing real impressive. A small black dragon with my same blue eyes. But small doesn't mean I can't still gouge your eyes out.

I always thought it was, well normal until the day I found out it was the reason my parents left me on that doorstep and never looked back. But don't pity me. I hate pity. And don't you dare think you know what I've gone through, 'cause you don't. Leave your false sympathy outside, please.

That day was a shock, to say the least. I was only seven. The story was finally revealed. When I was a few months old, I had been left on the front doorstep of that orphanage. My parents hadn't said much. Didn't leave a last name, nor a reason. Nothing. Only that they wanted nothing to do with a "possessed witch-child" that could transfrom into a dragon hatchling. You can tell how loving they are.

My last name is Draco. I named myself after a character in my favorite childhood movie, an old one called Dragonheart.

In the orphanage, the other kids always kept their distance. I always wondered, but never really minded. I like my solitude. Now that I think about it, it was probably the wings that scared them off. Their loss. I didn't need friends.

But . . . I realized that was the reason that I was never adopted. Every month, adults would come to the orphanage, smiles upon their faces as they took their new children home. One by one, the kids left, and new ones came in their place.

But not me.

I grew angry at my peers, and the adults with their false love, and the Gods for the way I was born. It wasn't fair.

I was Kyara. Kyara the monster.

The monster that no one wants.

I lashed out, my transformations uncontrolled. I would shift when I let my anger get the best of me. I destroyed the toys, the walls. I was moved to a cold stone room with a solitary window. A heavy lock was put on the door. No one dared come near me. All feared me, and I grew hopeless.

Until one day when a mysterious man with black hair and golden dragon eyes came.