Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 24: Through The Valley

I started walking towards the massive wall in the distance. I had no idea where I was or how I was going to get back home. Furthermore, I didn't know why I was going to the wall; I guessed I needed to go down to get home. As I walked and adjusted to my new body, I noticed something. I was stepping on my toes, with my toenails turned to claws just like my fingernails. I tried walking on my feet, but my body would not allow it. I saw the Dragons in the distance all had digitigrade hind legs.

I could make out Dragons that resembled wolves and other Animals, that, Shadagon said Dragons existed before Humans. Did all Animals come from Animal-like Dragons? On the other hand, why were there Dragons that looked like Animals?

In one sniff of the stupid flower, my whole existence was morphed and twisted into something from a show or video game. A tear fell to the ground. I had video games to play, shows to watch. No, I would get home. Maybe I could get cured. Or just go full shut-in; it was how I lived when I was Human anyway.

I slapped myself. I wasn't a Monster, I wasn't a Dragon, I may be half Dragon, but I was still half Human. I placed a hand on my head, but something stopped my hand, I had horns like the others, but I still had hair. I lowered my hand, it catching on something else, and I had; longer ears, great, I thought to myself.

If I was now half Dragon, I should have gained elemental power. That time in the shadow realm, I controlled my bones, I focused, and like before, shards of bone burst from my skin, the wounds quickly sealing. I spun the pieces around myself, the movements feeling smoother, stronger. As the shards whipped around me, I felt bone plates appear over my body. Now for that shadow magic. That Dragon shot dark beams, orbs, and lightning at me. I focused on straightening my arm, and after a short while, a blast of dark energy burst from my arm. Using these elemental powers felt natural, and within moments I was firing beams of shadow energy, even moulding it to fire in different ways. My bone shards orbited my body. I formed them into a shield and turned them into spinning buzzsaws. When I finished, I touched one of the shards and tried but failing to snap it. They must have gotten tougher. I guided them onto my forearms, and only then my body succumbed to exhaustion.

"What you just did perfectly shows why Enordial wants us to rejoin the Dragon race."

"What the," I looked over my shoulder and saw the one that pulled me up, "O, it's you. Hey, what's your name," I replied.

"Jondrathon," he replied; I was taken back by the name.

"Don't you mean Jon or Jonathan?" He leaned his head to the side upon hearing those names.

"Our Human names aren't important. Our imagination is."

"Seriously," I replied, "Imagination," I repeated, waving my arms in the air.

"Yes, compared to Dragons, we can find far more uses of elemental energy as it is based on movement though we were originally created for another purpose."

"What was the reason for turning people into this and ruining their lives forever?" I asked, opening my arms and wings out to show my point.

"Enordial created our kind to stop the Core-torn, flesh Dragon zombies that absorb anything they touch. They focused Dragons, but not us so long as Dragons were nearby."