* The Hybrids *

Chapter 5: Jamie

"Where the hell is she??" I muttered under my breath. It was 10:06. She was 6 minutes late. I chuckle to myself. Late again, are you? I waited for another minute until I heard a rustle in the bushes.

"Who's there?" I yell quietly.

"It's just me," Wren says. They sneak out from behind a bush.

"What took you so long, dude?" I question.

"Almost got caught by my dad," She said in a hushed voice. She opens her bag and pulls out a map. She pointed to a certain area and said "This is where mom said the hideout is. But we'll need horses... you think we can steal some from the barn?"

"Not necessary," I say. "Follow me." I led her over to right outside of the town. There were Ophelia and Elijah. Ophelia, a Hybrid, walks over to Wren and puts out their hand.

"Hey, stranger. I'm Ophelia," they say. They turn to face Elijah. "This is Elijah." Elijah walked forwards and waved at Wren. Elijah has a certain style to him. He had green eyes, the back swirls under his eyes, and a lovely steampunk dress and tophat. "He doesn't talk much."

"Oh, that's fine," Wren replied, "doesn't bother me." Elijah turned to Ophelia and did a signal with his hands.

"True, where is Ally?" Ophelia asks as they look up to the sky. "Oh, there she is. Right on time." A beautiful, large dragon, with greyish - blue scales and intricate black designs all over, landed right next to Ophelia. Ophelia herself had grey skin, blue hair, and large rimmed glasses. Her face was covered in freckles and two black swirls under her eyes, and she was wearing a striped shirt under a black jacket. Now that I think about it, Ally kinda looks like Ophelia. Another dragon landed right next to Ally. It was covered in rotating patterns of black and pink, and its wings were as black as night.

"That's Dalinda," Ophelia remarks, "Zir has been very invested in helping out ever since I started recruiting." Dalinda grunts.

"Is everything set up in the hideout for her transformation?" I ask Ophelia

"Everything should be good, yes," they respond. They help us get onto Dalinda's back. Wren gets on behind me, and I can tell she doesn't feel great. Their eyes have dark, purple bags under them as if she hadn't slept in days. Her skin had gotten just a shade lighter from the chocolate brown it was before. I let her lean on my back as we take off for the first time.

The first time was amazing. We flew up high, low, through trees. I touched the clouds for the first time, and they felt like when cotton candy reaches your tongue and disintegrates. Wren wasn't doing any better, but they seemed to enjoy the refreshing of the clouds.

By the time we hit the ground again, Wren had become about 6 shades lighter than before. Ophelia quickly got Wren off of Dalinda and we helped carry her inside. Kayda ended up having to go back to her village, but Dalinda stayed the whole time.

At around 1:00 in the morning, it started. Wren's transformation. Her skin went from the light brown it had become to a light gray, her hair and eyes turned a light purple, and she sprouted wings. Wings. I never thought I would see Wren with wings. Or a tail. Or horns. Or with gray skin. Unless it was Halloween 5 years ago when we dressed up as zombies. She insisted that not all zombie skin was green, so we went with gray.

What sweet memories.