Her mouth moves but no words come out.
“Let it happen, little human. Do not fight it. Fighting will only make it worse.” I wipe away the tears falling down her cheeks. Her head drops back and cracking sounds fill the air again. Something wet and slick pushes against my arm. Laying Milaye on the sand, I discover that a wing burst from her back.
She screams, curling her legs into herself. “Drazak,” she whimpers. The sound is meek but I am so relieved that she speaks.
I take her wing and spread it out. It grows and grows. The other pops out with another shriek. Dewy and wet, the wings straighten, shedding a glistening filminess. Stunning white hide appears between the shimmering gold joints. They fold and open, and when they expand again, they are bigger and longer than before.
In awe, I stare at my female’s coloring.
It is not like mine at all, it is light itself, borne of sunshine. My throat tightens in wonder. What kind of dragon is my female? If she is not of me?
“Drazak,” she groans, tears streaming from her eyes. “It hurts…”
I caress her face. “I know, little femdragon. I would take it from you if I could.” I would take the pain a hundred times over and more. “If it pulls you under, let it. I will be here.”
Her mouth purses, and she shuts her eyes tightly. I lean in and press my brow to hers, giving her the darkness from my jewel. She opens her eyes.
They are no longer dark, but metallic gold. They shine like the stars at night.
I whisper my lips along her cheek when a burst of air rushes over me. It swirls in ever-quickening gusts, and when I pull back, Milaye is staring at me, her body expanding.
Bright light explodes from within her, and her scream assails the air, morphing into a rumbling, heightening roar. I wince, blinded. Something hot pushes against my side, and I fall back, tumbling over and onto Milaye’s wing. It rises under me. Through our bond, chaotic shocks of energy grapple me. It is a power I had long forgotten. A dragon’s power.
The birth of an alpha.
Milaye’s soul invades mine, taking it over. Her roar grows louder, stronger, overpowering the cracking of her bones and shredding of her human skin. I peer through my fingers, forcing myself to look though it burns my eyes.
Her human body is gone.
All that remains is her glorious new one. I sit upon my knees. The light fades.
Feathers cover her back, reaching over the tops of her flapping wings. Each wave of them sends my hair flying in the air. Like her wings, her body is pearly white and rimmed with gold, accented with crevasses of amber red veins. She is covered in soft-looking scales from her long neck, down to the tip of her coiling tail. Tufts of gold and dark red feathers sprout out the end of it.
Where I have two arrow-pointed tails, Milaye has the power of one. I long to curl mine with hers.
Her dragon is lovely and soft, and everything that would make a male alpha dragon envious and desperate to bear young with her. I stand, covetous, ready to defend my right to be with her.
Milaye turns to me. Her golden eyes enrapture mine, and love explodes my heart. I am torn asunder by the mere sight of her.
“Mate,” I say in reverence. “You let me in.”
“Mate,” she rumbles back, speaking in my ancient dragon tongue.
Pride swells. Excitement builds. She lowers her head, and I lay my hand on her snout. Gold dust sticks to my palms. Rays of golden sunshine streak across her form, and darkness floods from my jewel to eat it up. The light is balanced between us. Never have I heard of a human turning into a dragon.
Never across the lands of Venys has such a show of magic been done.
A dark dragon and a light dragon, two rarities in a large world, finding each other. I clutch my chest, wiping Milaye’s gold dust across my coverings. Inside, I feel what I have always longed for. A profound sense of rest.
Ownership, belonging. Darkness and light, and all the suffering I endured to receive such a gift. Power, the power I once wielded over all the lands I claimed. This is the pleasure of soaring over the ocean, of breathing fire. It has all returned to me. Through Milaye.
She stumbled upon me. Touched my dead dragon form. And revived me with her strength. There is human and dragon in both of our souls now.
It makes sense.She is my tough, human huntress. She did not allow an alpha male to do all the protecting.She just needed to save me first…
And she needed to wake herself up as well.
Now that she is a dragon, there is no place in all of Venys we cannot go. We need no tribe, no other. Only each other. She and I against the world.
