MidReal Story
Dragon's Human Form: Unveiling Mystical Alliances
Scenario: A fantasy book about smart dragon who can turns into human
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Roran Stormheart
the other human friend of Aelarion and Elara, short black hair, muscular build, jovial and protective
Aelarion Silverscale
the dragon in human form, friends with two humans, silver hair, sharp eyes, cunning and wise
Elara Brightwood
one of the humans who befriends Aelarion, friends with Aelarion and Roran, long blonde hair, green eyes, brave and loyal
The first time I turned into a human, I was running for my life.
I had been flying over the forest when a group of humans attacked me with their arrows.
I had never seen humans before, and I had no idea what they wanted from me.
I was young and foolish back then, and I decided to fight them off instead of flying away.
But there were too many of them, and their arrows hurt me more than I thought they would.
One of the arrows hit my wing, and I fell to the ground with a loud thud.
I tried to get up and fly away, but my wing wouldn’t move.
The humans surrounded me, their swords drawn and ready to strike.
I roared at them, hoping to scare them off, but they didn’t even flinch.
They were going to kill me if I didn’t do something fast.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on turning into my dragon form.
I didn’t have much time to think about the consequences of my actions as the humans closed in on me.
I focused all my energy on changing my shape, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself looking at the humans from a completely different perspective.
They were no longer towering above me, but they were still a threat to my life.
I leapt to my feet and spread my wings, trying to intimidate them with my size and strength.
The humans hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, and I took advantage of their indecision.
I turned around and ran as fast as I could, the wind rushing through my hair as I made my way through the forest.
The humans followed me, shouting and cursing as they tried to keep up.
I could hear their footsteps behind me, and I pushed myself to run even faster.
I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there, but I knew that if I stopped, the humans would catch me and kill me.
The humans were still behind me when I reached the edge of the forest.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw them raising their bows, ready to shoot their arrows at me.
I knew that there was no way I could outrun them, so I did the only thing I could think of:
I launched myself into the air and spread my wings, hoping that I could take off before they had a chance to shoot me down.
The humans were faster than I expected, and they let their arrows fly almost as soon as I left the ground.
I felt the sharp sting of the arrows piercing my scales, and it took all my strength to keep from falling out of the sky.
I was flying low over the forest when the attack happened, and I realized that the humans were probably waiting for me on the ground with more arrows in their quivers.
They had been trying to lure me into a trap by shooting me down, but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
I turned around and flew back in the direction of the humans, hoping to scare them off by breathing fire at them.
But nothing happened when I opened my mouth and roared.
My magic was gone, along with everything else that made me a dragon.
My scales had lost their luster, and my wings felt heavy and weak.
The humans saw me coming and raised their crossbows again, their fingers poised over the triggers as they waited for the right moment to shoot me down.
They didn’t need to aim very carefully at such a close distance, and it was only a matter of time before one of them hit me in the eye or the heart or some other vital spot.
I couldn’t let them kill me before I had a chance to turn back into a dragon.
The arrow was buried so deeply in my flesh that I couldn’t pull it out without ripping my wing in half.
It hurt so much that I almost wished the humans would finish me off and put an end to my suffering.
But then I remembered what had happened to the last dragon that had been killed by humans.
They had cut off its head and put it on display for all to see as a warning to anyone who dared to challenge their authority.
They would do the same thing to me if I let them win.
I clenched my jaw and focused all my strength on keeping my wing upright as I flew back towards the forest.
I was almost there when another arrow hit my wing and made it go limp.
I felt myself falling out of the sky and spiraling towards the ground with no way to stop myself.
I tried to spread my other wing and catch the wind as I fell, but it was too late.
I was going to die unless I did something drastic to save myself.
One of my friends had told me that when you are about to lose a battle, you should always fight dirty.
I knew that I couldn’t change back into a dragon because I would be too close to the ground and the humans would shoot me down before I could fly away.
But maybe I could change into something else instead?
My friend Elara had told me that humans were good at coming up with creative solutions to difficult problems, and so I decided to try and think like one of them for a change.
Maybe I could turn into something small like a bird and fly away before the humans even knew what was happening?
I closed my eyes and concentrated on turning into a bird instead of a dragon.
It was something I had never done before, but I had no other choice if I wanted to survive this battle.
Still spiraling out of control, with no way to stop it or fly away from the danger below, I concentrated as hard as I could on changing my shape once more.
I felt something inside of me shift and change in response to my thoughts, but then the pain in my wing grew stronger and made it impossible for me to focus on anything else.
I was going to pass out if I didn’t do something fast.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and so I closed my eyes one more time and focused all my remaining strength on changing my shape.
I had never changed into a human before, but I knew that if I did nothing now, the humans would kill me before I had a chance to figure out what to do next.
I had been in tough spots before but nothing like this.
My powers were gone, my friends were far away, and my only option was to change into something that I didn’t even know how to be.
The pain in my wing was so bad that I couldn’t feel anything else at all as the ground raced up to meet me at an alarming speed.
But I decided to di as much as possible to save my life
The transformation was much more painful than the last time I had changed shape.
It felt like all my bones were breaking at once as my body contorted in ways that didn’t feel natural at all.
I screamed as loud as I could and tried to keep my eyes open so that I wouldn’t pass out before the change was complete.
But then another wave of pain hit me as if a lightning bolt had struck my heart, and I lost control of myself completely and plummeted towards the ground below.
I don’t remember much about what happened next, except that my body hit the ground hard and I felt like all the bones in my legs had shattered.
I rolled over to try and protect myself from more blows, but it hurt so much that I couldn’t think straight at all.
I lay on my back and tried to catch my breath as I fought against the darkness that threatened to overwhelm me.
I knew I had to get up and move, but it hurt so much that I didn’t know if I could do it.
I wasn’t sure who or what I was at this point, but I knew that I probably wasn’t going to die right away and so I decided to take stock of my situation as best as I could.
I couldn’t feel my wings at all, and when I tried to move them, nothing happened.
I guessed that they were probably still there, but I didn’t think that they would ever work again after what had happened to them.
My legs hurt so much that I didn’t want to move them at all, but I forced myself to sit up and look at them anyway.
They looked strange and pale, and instead of having talons at the end, they were covered in something soft and white.
It made me feel sick to look at them, but I could see that they were attached to my body in the same way that my legs had been before.
I had never seen anything like this before, except for the time I had changed shape by accident in the forest.
I had found the human form interesting and strange back then, but now I hated it more than anything else in the world.
I wasn’t sure if I was a human or something else, or if I would ever be able to change back into a dragon again.
But I knew that I had to move or else the hunters would come and finish me off while I was lying here on the ground.
With great effort, I forced myself to stand up on two legs instead of four.
I had been used to walking like this before, but now it felt strange and painful.
Everything hurt so much that I almost fell down again right away, but then I realized that I was moving and so I forced myself to keep going.
It was hard to keep my balance with only two legs instead of four, but somehow I managed to stay upright and walk forward out of the clearing where I had fallen.
