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During the times when I was growing up, I was born and raised in a small, peaceful town called "Hawktown". This city was consisted of everything imaginable. It is a "free society". It has its dragons, wolves, pretty much anything mammal related. It has its soldiers and its king. The soldiers here were called "The Hawk Warriors". They train day and night and they serve the king to protect this town. They are the best of the best. They must be the best. Their enemy, "The Masked Eagles", reside in the opposite direction in what they call "The Forbidden Village". Kind of a cliché name if you ask me. Then again, everything about them is...odd. Our villages have been rivals since the beginning of time. I'm guessing 10 centuries ago. Long before my time. Time and time again, there's a war that goes on between the two villages. It's like a cycle. One war, we're one step ahead of them. Another they're one step ahead of us. It's...bizarre.

I am the fourth, and final, child that my fantastic parents have given birth to. I have 3 other siblings as well. The oldest one was Gull. Gull is a calm, white and blue dragon. Though his name sounds like those of a bird, he does not show any physical appearance of one. He is an angel dragon who loves to fly, swim, and read books in his room of a library. Sometimes, he can be a bit...anti-social. Meaning he'd be occupied in his room most days and does not want to be disturbed (unless it's dinner time).

The second oldest is my second brother, Varin. He's human but I know he's keeping something from us...but I think it's something that only my Dad knows. He's a bit shy around others he's not fully comfortable around. He'll open up eventually when he hangs around long enough. During this time, he only cares about me more than anybody else. Now, that's a big brother.

Then, there was my sister, who's one year older than Varin,Galena. She has that tomboy personality. She enjoys guy stuff and she even dresses like a guy, but with an emo-ish goth-like appearance. ...when she dresses like this, it scares me. Sometimes I hardly recognize her when she walks around looking like that. I find it disgusting, but that'sGalenafor you.

My parents are highly known and respected in this town. My father, Nixon Hawkings, is known as the "Terrible Nighthound". I reckon he got his name due to his outstanding, yet frightening, swordsmen skills in combat and the way he can interrogate people. I even eavesdropped on him one time when he busted a crook for trying to smuggle some fireworks into our town. He tied him up and forced him to watch Richard Simmons workout videos. The criminal gave in quick. That's my father.

My mother is Melody Hawkings, but has been titled "Magnificent Monica". The way she uses her spear and her medicine to cure the sick and the injured is truly outstanding. When she moves around with her spear, it looked like she was dancing. Ah, such grace. So majestic. She was such a gifted dancer. Secretly, my sister wants to be like my mother. I wouldn't blame her. I wanted to walk in my father's shoes.

I remember exactly when I was born. I could never forget that moment. The time my mother held me in her arms. She was lying in her bed, cradling me with my father staring down at me. He smiled brightly at me, his newborn son.

"He's so beautiful, dear," my mother said to my father. I looked into her eyes. Those blue eyes, the color of the flowing water, made me feel I was safe. I couldn't help but smile. Then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

The door slowly opened as a boy walked in casually.

"Hey, mom," he said. It was Varin. He was wearing a green T-Shirt that had an "Above the Influence" logo on it and some jagged black jeans. His hair was black and spiky, a little bit like Goku's, but not that spiky. He ruffled it a bit as he looked over at me. Smiling, he walks over to get a closer look at his new baby brother. "So, what shall we name my baby brother?" He said this while poking my cheek.

My parents looked at each other and shrugged lightly. They have been thinking of a name for months and they came up with nothing. The room was silent for a few minutes then Varin broke it when he got an idea.

"I know! How about 'Guil'? It's the name of the sword, 'Guilloken', which the ancient hero, Jonava, used."

"That's a great name, Varin," my mother said while smiling that beautiful smile of hers.

My father walks over to him and rubs his head, messing with his hair.

"That's my boy. You make me so proud."

Varin smiles and giggles from that.

He looked over at me.

"From this day forward, your name shall be 'Guilbert Anton Hawkings'!"

My mother looked at him.

"You're giving him your father's name as well?"

He looked back, wondering why his wife had asked this.

"Why not? My father was an outstanding warrior and an amazing and wise dragon. Guil is the splitting image of him...and me. I think it's perfect for him."

Suddenly, there was a squeal in the room as it shouted out: "Guil!" Everyone looked around the room, wondering where that noise came from. It turned out the person who said my name...was me.

"W-Was that him?!" my brother asked, quite shocked to hear me say my name this soon.

I blinked as I said this: "I...I like my name! Thanks!" Amazing. I can't believe I could speak the English language, let alone speak full sentences already. This is an amazing ability. I even hopped out of my mother's arms and started crawling around on the bed. Then, I slowly begun to stand up, standing on my legs without showing any signs of falling.

Mom, Dad, and Varin were speechless. Dumbfounded. Amazed.

"I see it, but I don't believe it," I heard my father said as he looked over at my mother.

"M-Me neither..." she said with a shocked expression.

"Th-This is too good!" Varin squealed with joy and excitement. "My baby brother can walk and speak proper sentences! I love this! Let me go get my camera!" And with this, he ran out the room and up to his room to get his camera. We waited for him for a few minutes, but he didn't come back down. I'm guessing he misplaced it. All of a sudden, we heard some growling and snarling mixed with screams of pain. My brother was calling out to my father.

"Varin?" my father wondered as he ran up the stairs to my brother's room. I snuck out and followed behind to see what was going on. When I reached my brother's room and peeked inside, what I saw was both scary, and cool, at the same time. Varin was growing, his teeth were getting sharper as wings and a tail were emerging from his body. He was having green scales and horns appear on his transforming body. It looked painful...plus he was forced to shift down onto all fours. I guess this is the secret that he kept. He was like a were-dragon. He changes out of his will every full moon.

He roared in pain as he noticed us by the door.

"F-Father...g-get out of here..." he snapped, trying his hardest to fight the transformation.

"Son, fight it!" my father tried to encourage him.

I stood there and watched as he fully transformed and started thrashing about and he flew out the window and ran toward town.

"Brother!" I whined as I ran after him out the window.

"What the--Guil! No! Damn it!"

I arrived at the town and I saw Varin rampaging through the village, citizens screaming and buildings where being destroyed as he swiped at them with either his claws or his tail. The Hawk Warriors came rushing in, spears and swords in hand, as they charged at him. Varin knocked them back easily with one swing of his tail.

I ran up to him when he picked up an innocent bystander and stared down at her.

"Brother, no!" I pleaded. "Please stop!"

Varin stopped and looked over at me, dropping the villager.

"Kid, get out of here!" one of the guards shouted at me. "Get away from that monster!"

"He's not a monster! He's my big brother!" I walked closer to him, staring him in his big yellow eyes. He stared back, gazing down at me. He didn't attack or anything...he leaned his head down so that it was facing in front of me. I could tell he was crying on the inside from how he was looking at me. Something...made him stop. Something made him get his will back. He seized control of his body again...and he didn't attack me. I put my hand out on his snout, petting him. He only closed his eyes.

The guards looked at each other, still having their weapons ready, but they were unsure of what to do. Do they attack or do they stand down?

"Stand down, everyone," said a familiar voice from behind them. It was my Dad.

"C-Captain Hawkings!" they all said in surprise.

"I'll take it from here. Stand down." They all looked at each other and muttered, debating on that order. He glared at them from the corner of his eye. "That's an order! Now disperse!" They jumped in surprised as they lowered their weapons. Then, they returned to their posts. My father turned to us and asked were we alright. We slowly nodded our heads as Varin slowly lowered his in shame.

"Father, please forgive me," he begged. "I couldn't fight the transformation and I lost control of my body. I almost destroyed the down and what's worse, I was putting Guil in danger..."

"Do not apologize, my son," my father said, sounding not worried at all. "This shows how much your little brother cares about you. Just look." He pointed at me. Varin looked over and saw that I was holding onto him. He smiled as well and, to my surprise, he started purring. My father walked over and picked me up. "Stubborn, but courageous at such a young age. You're like your old man."

I giggled at that comment.

"Daddy, you're not that old. You're still young."

"Son, I'm 46."

"And? Still not old to me."

"Well, thank you, son."

I smiled at him.