# Adam's New Life - Prologue

Author: Drakonius
Tags: Draconian, Dragon, Male, Modern, Transformation, prologue

Prologue - The Change
Please keep in mind
this is a prologue...an introduction only. 
I popped this out in about a day, and am excited to share the rest of the
story and get back into a more detailed writing style.
                It all
started, surprisingly, with a stomach ache. 
It was a slowly growing pain that started just under my diaphragm.  The burning sensation spread downward over a
couple of weeks.  Of course my parents
didn't seem to care, I still had to go to school and do my homework.  They didn't even take me to see a doctor.  Life continued on, and I continued to try and
ignore it.  
                Soon,
the pain was too much to bear and my parents finally resented to letting me
stay home one day.  I lay in bed, curled
up, as they drove off to work.  My dusky
purple curtains were drawn closed, keeping the light from entering my small and
cluttered room.  Books, magazines, and
various video games were strewn about on the floor, almost completely covering
the light blue carpets.  The mess wasn't
my primary concern right now though; the pain seemed to be spreading through my
entire body.
                What
had started a small ache in my stomach was now a fire that burned
everywhere.  My skin felt like it was
melting and a cold sweat shone on my entire body.  I vaguely had the idea that I should call for
an ambulance, but that was soon dismissed as I realized I couldn't even move
enough to uncurl from my fetal position much less go for the phone
downstairs.  At only 17 years old, I knew
this was how I die, some crazy disease while my parents were at work.
                My
feverish thoughts reminded me that my parents loved me; of course they did, but
not enough.  I was only adopted after
all.  Even though I knew that it
shouldn't matter, I also knew it did. 
They adopted me and soon after my sister was born and they all but
forgot me.  I never went hungry or really
wanted for anything, but I knew my parents didn't love me as much as they did
her.  
                An
intense pain brought me out of my reverie, clutching my stomach as I cried out
in agony.  The pain just continued to
grow, an unceasing suffering that consumed me completely.  Finally, after what must have been two hours
of torment, sweet darkness claimed me. 
Feverish dreams came to me, dreams of faraway lands and flying amongst
the clouds.
                When I
awoke everything changed.   The first
thing I noted was that the pain was gone, only a general soreness
remained.  Second, I was obviously
taller, noting that fact as I sat up in my bed, the view of my room changed
now.    Finally, my body felt a lot
stiffer than normal.  It was almost hard
to move.  Groaning, I stood and moved to
look into my full length mirror hanging on my closed door.
                I'm not
ashamed to admit that I screamed. 
Staring back at me out of the mirror was something out of a horror
film.  My body was covered in green
scales, wings protruded from my back, a small muzzle stuck out from my face,
and I even thought I glimpsed a tail wrapped around my leg.  The world tunneled slightly as I threatened
to black out again, only my force of will keeping me upright as I took a deep
breath to steady myself.
                Once
the initial shock wore off I began to experiment.  My wings moved easily and with obvious strength.  I figured it might be possible for me to fly,
which excited me more than it should have. 
Those fevered dreams coming back to me, soaring through the clouds and
swooping into unknown lands.  The desire
to find those rolling hills and thick forests welled up inside of me.  Fighting it was out of the question, I needed
to be there.   
                My body
moved almost on its' own, walking through my house and out the back door into our
yard.  Feeling like I was on autopilot,
my knees bent and my wings flared, and I took off.  Even newly formed my wings easily lifted me
into the air, the wind on my naked chest scales felt amazing.  My thoughts were still muddled, but the
sensations were all fantastic.  Some
internal compass guided me through the air, my tail wrapping around my waist to
instinctively keep from flapping around. 
Only my pants survived my transformation, grey sweats contrasting to my
emerald green body.  
                Many
hours passed with me in the air, I had no real notion of time as I flapped
steadily, exhaustion only slowly catching up to me.  Something drove me on, kept me going, a
primal need.  The sun had set before I
reached my apparent destination, a mountainous region; my geography lessons
told me it was probably the Rockies, the mountain range on the east coast of
the USA, though reaching it in one day was impressive considering it would have
taken a few days of driving to come to the foot of the mountains.  
                Wilderness
surrounded me, I was far from any trails or roads, but I knew I was supposed to
be here.   My feet touched ground at last, in front of
the largest tree I had ever seen.  Carved
into it was an intricate dragon, wings flared and fire coming from its' mouth,
all four legs spread out in an aggressive stance.  Reaching out, my golden eyes wide with
wonder, I touched the carving.  A loud
crack split the air a great section of the tree lowered like a drawbridge,
causing me to jump nimbly out of the way. 

                Now
that I had found what my instincts drove me to locate, my mind was slowly
becoming my own again.  Panic seized me,
but forward I still went, the door revealing a spiral staircase leading
straight down.  Long I descended, a claw
trailing on the wooden walls, needing no torches, my new eyes saw just fine in
the dark.  My tail lashes out in
impatience, the fear gone as I just wanted to reach the bottom so I could get
my head straight.  I was powerless
against this desire, this need, and it only stopped once I finally reached what
seemed to be the bottom.
                My bare
feet found themselves standing on a stone floor with matching stone walls and
ceiling forming a small corridor.  At the
end of it was an immense wooden door, with another draconic ideogram carved
into it.  This time a guard stood against
the door.  He straightened slowly,
brandishing a poleaxe in my direction, his head turning and he apparently spat
a flame out onto a nearby torch to finally illuminate us in the dark.
                A gasp
escaped me; the flames revealed he looked just like I now did.  Though his scales were a dusky grey instead
of the vibrant green I sported.  Grinning,
the other lizard creature, I refused to say dragon, moved towards me.  The poleaxe returned to its' resting place on
the wall as he stands, fully naked, before me and extends a talon.  His words are a low rumble like distant
thunder, "Welcome to Lindgard.  My name
is Lucian, pet to Grist, and guardian of the southern door."
                A silky
voice, completely unlike my own, came from me, sounding like a wind through a
meadow as I answered, "My name is Adam...what's happened to me?" 

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