|Dragon Boy of the Past
Author: Soul Xtreme PM
A fifteen year old boy, Zane Ronalds, finds himself 21 years in the future, where his town, family, and many others are dead. He finds the world inhabited by dragons, and making him the last hope of mankind. Will the not-so-normal teenage boy be able to sRated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,896 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 11-23-12 - Published: 10-16-12 - id: 3065997
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I am sorry to keep you waiting for so long.
These days, I've been swamped with school work cause winter break is nearing and stuff.
Fight of the Dragons
I stared at the dragon, our eyes now on the same level. He seemed shocked to see a human turn into a dragon, but he was still ready for a fight. His wings were raised and his mouth was slightly open, ready to puff out a stream of smoke.
I knew I could take him. I raised my hands, or claws, into a fighting stance, and lunged at the dragon. My claws slashed out, and my jaws bit furiously, trying to attack the dragon. Unluckily for me, I got nothing but air. My legs tumbled. My claws hit random boulders and pillars. My jaws were just snapping randomly. I wasn't even anywhere near the dragon. What was I doing
One second ago, I had been sure I was right in front of the dragon. Now, it seemed like he was all the way across the dome. I took a step forward, only to stumble down. The enemy dragon seemed to relax a little, and laughed. I wanted to rip his throat out for mocking my instability. My legs seemed to be much heavier than I had expected, like boulders. Well, they were the size of boulders, so why hadn't I ever expected them to be this way?
Of all the transformation books and movies I have ever read, I have never noticed the character having to get to understand the body of the new animal. It was like they already knew how the lion's brain worked, or how to fly. I blame them for my troubles. Why did I expect it to be so easy?!
The dragon just sat there and enjoyed seeing his opponent go crazy. I couldn't take it anymore. Logic didn't make me transform, anger did. So I decided to stop thinking, and just do.
I focused all my anger onto him, the dragon who had killed a lot of fellow humans and had mocked me. Well, I didn't really care about the humans, but how DARE HE MOCK ME? I AM THE AWESOME DRAGON BOY! WHO DARES TO MOCK ME?!
I opened my jaws to roar at the dragon, but instead of sound came a searing jet of lava. Not fire, but lava. The jet of lava streaked towards the dragon. He tried to sidestep it, but he wasn't prepared for it. It streaked through his left wing, burning a hole right through it. The dragon roared angrily, and shot a stream of fire at me.
I didn't even avoid the fire. I saw it coming easily, but for some reason, I didn't think it was much of a threat. I let the fire hit me, and it just bounced off my scales.
I grinned, showing my enormous pointed teeth, and lunged at the dragon once more. This time, I didn't try to focus on where to attack. I just let the dragon's instincts take over me. My feet pushed against the floor, and I went streaking across the dome.
The dragon quickly raised its claws, as if trying to attack me, but I was too quick. I bit into its right wing, and tore it right off. The dragon roared in pain, and turned around. I simply laughed. This was fun!
My human form had been so… weak! I deserved to have a little fun. This dragon was going to die anyway, so why not have fun with it?
I smiled, and swiftly attacked the dragon, my re-enforced claws slashing wildly. I attacked it using basically every fiber on my body. Its feet stumbled around as it tried to evade me, but to no avail. I finally slammed my tail into its body, and caused the dragon to slam into the ground.
I grinned wickedly, planning out how I should deliver the final attack. I finally decided to kill it slowly, making it pay for all the people it had killed.
I looked down at the dragon, and roared, "LOOK AT YOU, FOOL! YOU INSULTED ME, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET! YOU SHALL DIE!"
Then I sent a ball of flame flying at the dragon. The flames hit its chest, and he roared with pain. The flames kept licking at his body, slowly spreading, and the entire time, the dragon screamed in pain.
After a few short minutes, the dragon's roars stopped. The fire blazed over its dead carcass, still burning. I simply kept staring at the dragon, in a mixture of pleasure, pride, and at the same time, a hint of guilt.
Slowly, the guilt spread, until I just broke down. Following my mental breakdown, the dragon skin shed away, and I was left with nothing but a miserable boy who had just mercilessly killed a dragon.
My first thought was, "If being a dragon meant that I would go on a merciless rampage built on nothing but self pleasure, did I really want to be a dragon? More importantly, did I deserve to be a DRAGON BOY?"