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Chapter Eight

Later after the both of them had fallen to sleep, Fraolith sat up in his bed, and looked around the room. Funny, Fraolith thought to himself as he got up and walked to his window. He ran his hands along the windowsill and gasped as he looked again at his human hands. When did I turn back into a human? Oh gods, what happened to me...!

_ _ Fraolith grimaced as he blinked his eyes, and saw his scales flicker a little, though still he remained human. He looked back at the window, and that is when everything went black, and a pair of glowing red eyes appeared in front of him. He then saw a flaming hole appear in the blackness, out stepping a gruesome apparition. It was writhed in flame, fangs dripping a green liquid. When it touched the floor, a flame ignited on the wood.

Oh, god not another one of these dreams. I can only imagine... Fraolith looked at his hands, hoping to see his scales again so he could at least have a fighting chance against the demon. But he looked upon skin again. His gaze returned to where the beast was, but it had disappeared and everything was like he remembered when he was a child. Living with his parents before even entering the DSIU.

He looked out of the kitchen window and then looked upon the flaming eyes once more, before a menacing growl was heard from behind Fraolith. He gulped and turned around, looking a skeletal form of a dragon, fangs dripping hot acid as it fell upon his skin. He couldn't remove his eyes from the flaming creature, only the words of ice that hissed upon his ears.

"Feeble human, given the gift of our blood. You only wissssh that you knew the truth... To what your appearance hassss foressshadowed..." The words were colder than anything, which intensified the burns from the acid on his neck. He breathed hard as he looked for a way out. But it seemed this was it, he would die in a dream before he felt pulls from behind him.

"Hey Fraolith... Wake up, are you alright?! Whats wrong!" Aedial jostled Fraolith as he spoke into his ear, trying to wake him from the nightmare he must be having. He had begun to toss and turn, clawing at the sheets beside him about five seconds prior, waking Aedial from a restful sleep.

Fraolith started with a gasp, shaking his head and looking around the room. "Mirve... El'veira! I..." He paused and looked around before pulling the draw cord on the lamp beside his bed. He looked out the window and saw that it was just getting light outside. He looked at the clock, then away and back again. He repeated the motion one last time before taking a deep breath, the shaking of his paws had slowed.

"It's okay Quicksilver, you're awake. Must have been a really bad dream for your motions to have woken me. Come here," Aedial said as he wrapped his arms around his mate. He wrapped his wings around Fraolith, shielding him in a warm golden embrace.

Fraolith finally relaxed as he felt the warmth of Aedial's scales against his back. Finally realizing that he was awake, he sighed and nestled into Aedial's chest softly petting his arm. "It was quite the premonition. I just hope it doesn't come true. It was quite terrifying. Though for now. I just want to worry about what time it is... I see the light from the window."

Aedial lifted a wing to reveal the alarm clock again. "It is about ten after six in the morning. Should be a while yet till anyone else is up right? Though right now I don't feel like going back to sleep. Do you?" He stroked a palm over Fraolith and nuzzled him softly, trying to assure him that he was indeed awake.

Fraolith shook his head, confirming Aedial's suspicions. He then continued with something to try to open up the shy dragon he had chosen to be his mate. The shyness always was a thing that made Fraolith desirable to him. "Well how about you tell me about what it was like growing up. I know I had a pretty decent childhood. Remember DSIU from the kindergarten up. You were new, and had just been shunned from your home. I want to try to be a venting post for you, because you never told anyone around school.... I know, I was very observant."

Fraolith shifted a bit on top of Aedial, pressing close to him enjoying the embrace, finally relaxing into him as he looked at his paws, flipping them over and churring as the runiton scales shone as opals do in waking hours of the morning. He nuzzled back along Aedial's maw before smiling, a thing that he rarely showed to anyone as well. "Well, I will have to see when to begin. When did your transformation occur?"

Aedial tilted his head and had to think back to that day when he went to his parents and said that something felt wrong. What was his human name again... "Well when I started it was about fourteen. I was Andrew James Simons. Then I came upon my first few scale patches and showed my mom. She took me to the doctor and he said it was dry skin."

Fraolith nodded and shivered a bit, the memories of what his own mother had done to him at that time. "Sounds about right, though you grew up around here, where there is a higher concentration of people. Everyone found out sooner or later who was born of dragon blood, and who wasn't." He looked back to Aedial, the amethyst iris's laid within a black border looking at the golden eyes of his mate.

Fraolith continued, "I wish I had your parents. They accepted you. I know where to start. Just let me sit up..."

Aedial chuckled and let go of Fraolith as he moved out from the covers, sitting up along the headboard of his queen size mattress. He settled in next to him and wrapped his lover in his wings, rubbing softly along his sides. Aedial looked at Fraolith and kissed his cheek softly. He says soothingly, "Go ahead, I am listening."

Fraolith took a deep breath and looked back into his past, relaxing into the embrace of his mate. He began at the beginning, Aedial's caresses helping him relax as the story started...

Gregory looked at himself in the mirror, noticing something different about himself as he looked away and back again. He wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He had been feeling strange for the past few months, ever since he hit puberty his mind began to feel fuzzy, and his body temperature seemed unnaturally high. He stared at his reflection as his skin itched heavily. He noticed a small patch of dry skin that had appeared the night before. Shrugging slightly he brushed it off and got dressed, walking downstairs to greet his parents.

Gregory went down to greet his mother, sitting down at the table before he dug into his breakfast. He usually kept to himself most of the time. Gregory's parents were not usually talkative unless he brought home his report card, another A and more praise. He had settled into a routine for the past thirteen years, but when his adolescent years came, he just didn't feel the same.

The next few weeks was when Gregory really noticed the changes occurring to his body. His skin had dried out more over the weeks, coating his body in a scaly pattern. He had begun to wear long sleeves often now, trying to hide his changing body from his judgmental parents. They had begun to ask him why his behavior was somewhat different. "What is wrong with you Greg? You seem to be itching a lot, panting, and acting like an animal. Are you okay?"

Gregory would just nod, glad that his changes were easily hidden for the moment. Though for how long he was not entirely sure. He felt a constant scratching in his head, and it was like he could feel a tail behind him, and wings as well. He often shrugged off the feeling, continuing to watch his body slowly, ever so slowly change in front of his eyes.

Gregory woke up one day about a month later to find that his eyes had changed, from his usual brown to a deep amythest purple. His pupils were still circular, but he would have to wear sunglasses to hide his eyes. When he went to school that day however the security guards confiscated his glasses and everyone commented on how cool his eyes looked.

When he got home however, his parents weren't as awed by the members of his class. "What the hell is wrong with your eyes? What did you do to yourself Greg?! What is happening to you!?" His mother screamed as he saw the draconian eyes, though Gregory hadn't seen what happened to them over the course of the day.

"Your guess is as good as mine Mom, I have no idea what is happening!" He exclaimed as he ran up the stairs and ripped off his shirt, screaming as he saw that the scale pattern on his chest had begun to change color. Gregory cried as he looked at his amythest eyes, the pupils having become slits over the course of the day. He rubbed his chest and eyed the silver scales on them, watching as the scales shimmered in hues of the rainbow.

He laid down and cried himself to sleep that night, before waking up the next day to see that his skin had almost completely shifted into a reflective silver. He turned around, and noticed two small nubs on his back, and the itching had moved from his body to his rear and back where the nubs were. Gregory slid on a hoodie and covered his head as he hurried past his mother, forgetting to eat breakfast as he didn't want her to see what had happened to him overnight.

Gregory went through the day with his friends not saying a word to him. Every once in a while he would hear whispers from around him, and he felt the ice within their words. Suddenly out of the blue, the whispers became clear, as if his hearing had mysteriously heightened. "Look at that freak, looks like he is taking some monster pills."

He cried in the middle of his class, cradling his head in his hands. Gregory had no more friends, everyone thought he was a monster anymore. His parents had stopped caring, and his friends didn't like what was happening to him. He walked to the office and looked at the principal. "I can't do this anymore, Ms. Johnson. I am dropping out of high school. Something is happening to me I cannot explain, and I can't take the judging anymore."

Gregory just walked out of the office and headed for home. Running the entire distance to his home without running out of breath. It was at that moment that he realized that his life was going to change forever. Something was changing as he ran, feeling a pressure at the back of his pants. He ran home and opened the door. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as he entered an empty house; both of his parents were still at work. He knew that they would receive a phone call from the school soon. But it really didn't matter to Gregory at the moment.

He walked up the stairs and removed his hoodie, watching as the changes seemed to increase. It had been almost two months since the changes began, and he felt as if the changes had begun to increase in speed. He watched and gasped, feeling his back stretch and crack, his legs growing and changing in front of his eyes. "Please! MOM! DAD! HELP ME! I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN!!!"

Gregory cried and cried as the changes caused excruciating pain in his legs and face. He watched in horror as his legs grew and shifted from the normal human to a digitigrade stature. The massive size of the change made him growl, his face grinding and becoming more draconic. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. He watched in horror as his body was becoming less and less human. The changes seemed to hasten as he felt his wings burst from his back. Then all of a sudden the changes stopped and he looked at himself again...

Fraolith paused and looked at Aedial and nuzzled his cheek. "I hope I am not boring you. I have not that much more to tell, but the rest I think you can guess. I finished shifting, looked at myself and dropped my human name, I felt a name come to my lips and that is what I call myself now. Fraolith Sintorna.

Aedial shook his head and placed a pawdigit on his mate's lips. He kissed them softly, before running a paw through Fraolith's mane. "That is indeed a very troubling childhood. I don't need to hear anymore, it is paining me to hear what you went through. I only can imagine how rough it was. But you are in good hands now, and that is all that counts right?"

Fraolith noddles happily as he snuggled closely into his mates arms. For the first time in many years he felt safe, the remembrance of his past that he relayed to Aedial seemed to have lifted a weight off his shoulders. He kissed Aedial on the lips and smiled at him. "Indeed, and you have helped take a weight off of me. Thanks Aedial. I love you."

Aedial kissed Fraolith in return, before running a hand over his neck, giving it a soft kiss and replying with, "I love you too hon. Very much." They snuggled for a while, before they both drifted back to sleep.