From Knives to Talons(AC & WOF Crossover)

Prologue

Amber's Pov

    This was supposed to be a simple mission, kill a templar and leave, not get shot by the Staff of Hermes Whatever-Gustus. I tried getting up, only to feel a numb-burning sensation in my back and stomach region; looking down, I realized that my skin was either charred to the point that they look like an over cooked salmon, or completely gone, replaced with amber color scales.

    "What the hell?!'' I shout, nervous, confused and pissed beyond belief. ''What is happening to me?? Why am I growing Scales?!" I scratch frantically at the scales, trying my hardest to rip them off, only to feel the worst pain ever, and I've been stabbed before! I let out a screech even a soulless templar would feel pity.

    My hands begin to tremble, my feet shake, and I feel my bones move under my skin, ITS INSUFFERABLE!! "PLEASE!! SOMEONE STOP THIS, IT HURTS SO BAD!!" I paniced, but I knew that it wasn't going to help, no one could help.

    My feet start elongating, each time with a sickening crack I knew had to be my muscles stretching and my bones deforming my nails elongate to resemble eagle talons, curved to the point you could call them sickles, my back becomes heavy, covered in armour like scales, with 2 points growing higher into the air, and growing some kind of membrane. Wings... I have fucking wings now! The pain of them wasted no time making it to my brain, Making me release another blood-curdling cry, mixed with a roar resembling a lion's, but at the same time, not.

    Suddenly my jaw starts hurting, and then I barf up all my teeth and a lot of blood, which seemed darker than it should be. I was in pure and utter shock, all my beautiful teeth! My jawbone suddenly lets out another terrifying crack, and I feel like I just received a shotgun blast to the jaw, my bone likely split into thousands of small pieces, All angled outwards. They are going to extend my skull aren't they. Snap! Crack! YEP!'' Help Mheh! Mhwy Jhawh! ISH HWURT WO BWRAD!''

    I then flop onto the sandy floor, half in pain and half cause these fucking armour scales are heavy. Turns out I made things worse for myself, cause the second I hit the floor, I felt my spine rearrange for my wings and-- and tail. I should have seen this coming shouldn't I have? If I'm being honest, the tail wasn't as painful as the others, but it still hurt pretty bad, a 10 foot tail. After all that, my foot snapped one last time to an angle where I could only walk on all fours. If I could see, I would guess that I'm maybe 20 tall, and maybe 30 feet long. Suddenly I feel like I'm about to puke something up, but that can't be right; I haven't eaten anything since... who knows how long I've been asleep.

    I suddenly burp up something hot, likely fire if I did indeed transform into what I think I am. A God damn mother fucking dragon. After what I can only assume is 2 hours of painful 'rearrangement' I fall unconscious.

    I wake in what sounds like a cave, with a deep echo and a gentle stream/river, and why do I hear the sounds of a mountain? And approaching talons. WAIT WHAT?!

    ''Who are you, and why am I captive?!''

END CHAPTER