The Wizard's Guardian: Book Three of the Guardian Trilogy

By Adeana Terrill

Mirshalla, and now Miranda and Mynx due to the evil wizards duplication spell, have a lot to worry about: A magical battle finds Miranda trapped on another world with almost no magic and strange “technologies”… worse, the evil wizard Aragoth may be her only way home! Kidnapped by the evil wizard Zezaarian, Mirshalla finds he no longer intends to kill her, but to bond with her. To make sure she cooperates he is using threat of torture and death against Tab and Daria who are in his dungeons. Can she escape? Can she rescue Tab and Daria? Will the rescue attempt she and the others had been planning still happen now that she was Zezaarian’s prisoner? Mynx, and the others rush to the rescue… into the very heart of the capital city of the wizards. It is a race against time to keep Zezaarian from bonding with Mirshalla and killing Tab and Daria. All while worrying about those pesky fey prophesies of causing the downfall of a kingdom and finding Arkadeea, the fabled land of the fey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329378186

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The Wizard's Guardian: Book Three of the Guardian Trilogy

The Wizard’s Guardian

Book Three of the Guardian Trilogy

By Adeana Terrill

Copyright © 2012 Adeana Terrill

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ISBN: 978-1-329-37818-6

This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced, scanned, uploaded or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious.

All resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidence.

Cover Design by Patrick and Adeana Terrill

Dedication

In memory of my parents,

Cecil and Barbara Roten

Who always believed in me and my dreams.

Acknowledgments

Patrick Terrill – For once again using his wonderful computer skills to get this last Trilogy book published.  I love you, hubby.

Meagan Terrill – For again having to deal with fewer stories and games while mom got her books published. I love you, sweetie.

Katie Rupprecht – For again catching most of my errors… so you don’t have to read them.

Lulu.com – My marvelous publisher.

Chapter One

I felt… different. I had changed again but it didn’t bother me as I knew it should have. She had changed me, but I had changed her. She was now more like me and I was more like her. I could sense her even now, but she couldn’t come out yet, not yet. And when she did emerge my change would be complete and we would forever be one, no her, no me, just US.

I think I know now what Radole the werewolf meant when he talked to me about accepting what I was and being happy with it. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I wasn’t angry, or confused either. I knew my change would be soon, and it would be for the best.

But first I must find my mate and bond with him… only then could she be set free.

I opened my eyes and realized that while I was still hooded and shackled, I was also naked and covered in wet cloths again. Had I been asleep very long this time? I hoped not, I didn’t feel that I had.

The rattle of plates and smell of food drew my interest. Blood! I could smell fresh blood and… raw meat again, but I wasn’t that hungry for it anymore. Had I needed it mostly to help complete the change? Or was it just something I would want every once in a while but not all the time?

My stomach began grumbling but just because I was hungry, not because I was hungry for any particular food.

I felt… different… changed… matured. I needed to eat, and then I needed to get to Tab. I missed him so much. His short black hair and that pale complexion. The way he looked at me with those beautiful dark gray eyes. How his six foot plus height was able to spoon me and keep me warm. Then I thought of how bad he had looked when I last saw him. He had seemed thinner than his usual thin frame but it was all the damage that had been done to him that made me want to cry again. I had used my blood to heal him… but what might Zezaarian have done to him afterwards?

I needed to get to Tab. I needed to bond with him. If I could bond with Tab then I could get us all away from Zezaarian. I knew it, I knew once I bonded I could change and she… the guardian-creature me, would be able to save us. We would become one creature, a powerful creature. But how could I be left alone with Tab? The need felt so strong I was glad Zezaarian was only human or he might have sensed it.

I can see by your movement that you are finally awake, good. And I can tell by your stomach grumblings that you are hungry as well, so come over here and I will feed you. Zezaarian called from where I knew the table was.

I HAD fallen asleep! I had changed… I had matured! From the wet cloths he was bound to know I had changed again, but how did I keep him from guessing my changes were done except for bonding? How long had I been asleep this time? I was suddenly more afraid than before. I didn’t want to get near Zezaarian, not now.

I… don’t have any clothes on. I decided to try and stall as best I could. That and I really didn’t want to be around Zezaarian with no clothes on. May I put a robe or blanket or something on please Zezaarian?

You are my companion Marralyn, and you will soon be my bonded lover, so I think it will be fine for you to eat with me at our table while you are naked. Zezaarian said pleasantly but firmly. Since I tended you while you were in your fevered sleep I have already seen you naked in my bed.

Uh…oh. What else could I say, or do? I wanted to scream that my name was Mirshalla not Marralyn, and that I was going to bond with Tab and not him. But if I did that I knew he would torture Tab if not kill him outright. No, I had to keep silent.

I got out of bed and moved to the chair near the table and sat down. I could smell a lot of different dishes, as before, including the raw meat and blood. What would happen if I didn’t ask for the raw meat and blood today? Would that be a clue to Zezaarian that I had completely matured? Crap, what was I supposed to do?

How long was I asleep, Zezaarian?

You have been asleep since last night. It is now just after sunset today. Your fever broke a short time ago which is why I went to get your food. I suspected you would awaken soon.

Oh. I had been asleep for an entire day which seemed both good and bad. Had Mynx fallen asleep as well? If not how close were the others to affecting a rescue? You… weren’t sure that I would awaken soon after my fever broke? I asked curiously and to delay.

As much as we created you and tried to control your eventual outcome and what we might expect… you are still a first of your kind Marralyn. There are still many uncertainties and mysteries about you that I will need to discover after we have bonded. So no, I am never sure of anything about you, until I actually see it so to speak. When dealing with you I just use my best judgment based on how you seem to be and how we intended you to be. He paused for a moment and I heard plates and silverware clanking together.

Now what course would you like to start with this evening? Zezaarian asked curiously.

Crap. I should have been thinking about that! If he was detecting for any lies… he would know I was lying if I said I wanted the raw meat. Should I be able to tell if he was detecting for lies? When Tisaron had looked at me to see if I was poisoned I had felt it… but did a detect lie spell work like that? What should I say to Zezaarian? It seemed safest to say the same thing I had said before.

I will leave the choice up to you, Zezaarian.

Very well, Marralyn, try this. I opened my mouth and he placed a piece of raw meat in my mouth. It was still dripping in blood and I suddenly felt nauseas. I guess if the creature-me wasn’t hungry for it the human-me still couldn’t stomach the thought of eating raw meat and blood. That was a good thing normally right? It just wasn’t a good thing right here, right now.

I forced myself to chew and swallow and not be sick.

He followed with another bite of the raw meat and I chewed and swallowed again. I hoped he changed courses soon.

Tell me Marralyn, have you fully matured yet? Are you seeking to bond? He asked in a smooth and pleasant voice.

Yes. I answered before I could even think about it again. I should have expected the question after the last meal but still…something inside me had just wanted to… do what he wanted… to make him happy. I was mature and I was ready to bond… I just still wanted to bond with Tab… didn’t I? Yes! Of course I still wanted to bond with Tab! I did NOT want to bond with Zezaarian! He had tortured Tab and Daria and tried to have me killed. I didn’t ever want to bond with Zezaarian.

I see. And are you ready to bond with me?

No, Zezaarian. I… ah… What could I say or do to keep him from touching me, from trying to bond with me? If Zezaarian tried to touch me now… I didn’t know what I’d do. I guess I should just tell him the truth.

I’m still afraid of you Zezaarian. If you… touch me… I might… hurt you.

Even if it would cause hurt to your friends?

I don’t know that… my magic… my body… would think of that or care.

And what do you think you could do with your hood on? He still was speaking pleasantly but I could hear the smugness in his voice.

Drain your magic away. I answered quietly, remembering what Mynx had intended to try to do to Garagon if her magic returned before she had to kill him.

He was suddenly silent for a very long time and I wasn’t about to say anything to make him talk to me again. I didn’t want him talking to me, spending time with me… I didn’t want to start getting attached to him… I didn’t want to bond with him!

As much as I tried to convince myself of that… there was a small part of me that thought Zezaarian would make a good mate. He was strong, powerful, forceful, knowledgeable, and had enemies he would need me to protect him from. But he wasn’t Tab!

I see. He said at last. Well, that simply means we will need to spend even more time together. Do you still want the blood and meat or something else?

Something else please, Zezaarian. I answered with relief. He already knew my secret so why not be honest?

I suddenly smelled some apple pie and he gave me bites until it was probably gone and then switched to some cooked meat and vegetables, it seemed to be some kind of stew and it was really good.

He continued to feed me different things and kept up a pleasant conversation about the city of Kadeen. I listened intently in the hopes of learning any information that might be useful during an escape.

It seems the city of Kadeen had changed very little since it became a major world influence over four hundred years ago. It was built almost entirely of marble and granite with grand carvings and etchings. He described to me the beautiful columns, ornate steps and rooftops. He also gave me descriptions and told me of the stone creatures that sat perched on some of the ornate roofs or that stood out front of many of the buildings entrances as if guarding them, a lot of which were magically enchanted to actually do the job not just look the part. Almost all the buildings were at least three stories tall and a few were even as tall as seven levels. The main palace, or council building, was seven levels. Of course a lot of magic was used in their construction, especially in their defenses and strength. He said that only a few buildings had been added in the last few hundred years and all were forced to fit into the architecture and scheme of the city.

It seemed the city held over three hundred thousand citizens and peasants and the population hadn’t really changed much as the city would systematically relocate any people that it considered to be in excess of the ideal population. The city would carefully weigh the benefits of who should go and generally sent whole families, but only peasant families, to other towns or cities or even gave them an option of working on one of the farms that belonged to the city but were actually in the surrounding countryside.

Keer ranked its people a little differently than Natheria did. While they both had their noble land owners, the rest of Natherian people were all pretty equal unless elected to a special office in a city, or very rich or something. In Kadeen, of the three hundred thousand people living in the city, about one hundred thousand were citizens and about two hundred thousand were peasants.

In Keer, ‘peasant’ was the term for normal people, people with no magical talent. In Natheria magical people often called non-magical people ‘normals’ or ‘mundanes’, although Jesson had always used the term ‘numb ones’ or ‘magically numb ones’. Of course there weren’t nearly as many magically endowed people in Natheria as in Keer so the terms didn’t come up often. It was generally the ‘normals’ calling those with magical ability the names. The most common terms the normals called the magically gifted varied depending on how they saw magic but common terms were; ‘magically gifted’ or just ‘gifted’, ‘cursed’, ‘touched’, ‘chosen’ and ‘outsider’. The term ‘witch’ was often used for a suspected evil magic-using woman, and ‘wizard’ was often used for a powerful magic-user, even if the ‘wizard’ had no training and might actually be a ‘witch’, etc.

In Keer, ‘peasants’ comprised the general working class; guards, maids, cooks, stable boys, and other servant types. Peasants were not allowed to own businesses or residences within the city and had no say in city politics and no vote on electing the current council of wizards that was the existing ruling body since the last king had been killed. In the entire country of Keer, they could never become a noble or own lands of their own. In a few cities they could own small businesses and homes but they could never get elected to any type of public office or vote on any city or town issues.

Citizens could become anything they had the drive and talent to become. They could vote on all issues, own homes, lands and businesses and were basically considered to be the superior class of people. Their class was determined not by birth, but by power, magical power. The people that could exhibit some magical potential, no matter how weak, and have it verified by at least three separate wizards of at least High Wizard level were deemed ‘citizens’.

It seemed a stupid and cruel culture. A peasant, who had a citizen for a child, immediately lost that child as it was taken from them and sent to grow up as an apprentice with an appropriate wizard. A citizen who had a child who had not become a citizen by the age of twenty-two was expected to send the peasant to another city or town to avoid fraternization between the classes.

Citizens became of voting age at twenty-two even if their power manifested earlier as it was believed that anyone younger than twenty-two was too young to make wise political decisions. Twenty-two was also when both boys and girls reached the Age of Independence and became legal adults. I also found out that just like other countries I had heard of, Keer had a different age for the Age of Consent, the youngest a girl or boy could be to get married or even to consent to sex. Of course the Age of Independence, often varied from kingdom to kingdom but was almost always several years after the Age of Consent. That way parents could make their children marry whom they chose and the children had no say in the matter. I had heard that in some of the shadier areas it was a way for fathers to sell their daughters… services… to others for money, with the girls having no choice but to obey. In Natheria the Age of Consent was sixteen for girls and boys but boys reached Age of Independence at eighteen and girls had to wait until the age of twenty. Now I found that the Age of Consent for girls in Keer was fifteen and for boys it was sixteen.

I could never understand some of the nuances of that though. For if a girl of sixteen decides to have sex, which she should be able to do since she is of age, her parents can still forbid her to since she is still officially a child and must obey them. Yet if she has sex anyway her parents can punish her, even throw her in prison, but nothing happens to the man because the girl was of age. Did that sound right, or just? I think not.

Of course this information didn’t help me as I had just turned fifteen so I couldn’t use age as an excuse for him not to touch me. And somehow I doubted if even a year would matter to their legal system, especially when they were dealing with a Grand Wizard who might be their next king. That was the other thing Zezaarian talked to me about… about his possibly being named king in the next few days. It seemed he had been very busy in the political alliances and deal making aspects that Aragoth hadn’t been very adept at. Zezaarian had a lot of powerful allies and people who owed him favors and he was powerful enough in his own right that he could probably sway a vote in his favor. It seems the council rated everyone by the strength of their magical power and if the powers were very equal then there was a vote.

The council had finally been convinced to start discussions on whether to elect a new king or not and if they decided yes, then it should come down to a choice between the two most powerful Grand Wizards in the kingdom and they were currently Zezaarian and Aragoth. So unless Aragoth suddenly showed up with a lot more power than Zezaarian, say from a Guardian, then the vote would probably sway in Zezaarian’s direction.

Apparently Zezaarian, Aragoth, Garagon, Creese, and a bunch of other wizards that were convinced, coerced, or just plain bribed, had spent years trying to get the rest of the council to come together to make this decision once and for all. And it seemed this week, of all weeks, was the time they had chosen. Was that just odd timing or what?

Zezaarian spoke until well after I had stopped eating and drinking. I asked questions when it seemed appropriate as I didn’t want him to think I was deliberately trying to ignore him and make him angry. I didn’t want to give him a reason to hurt Tab and Daria again. And I certainly didn’t want him to get mad enough to forget my warning and try to bond with me. If I accidentally drained his magic away I knew he would kill all of us. But… what if I didn’t drain his magic away? I wasn’t sure if I could… and with the way I was feeling now, I wasn’t sure if I would even try. That was the scariest thing of all… knowing I might let him bond with me. Knowing that if he touched me and it was even a little like it was with Tisaron or even Falcone… I wasn’t sure my fear of him would last. What if he touched me and I wanted him to bond with me?!

I was feeling so confused, I wasn’t sure what to do except try and let him talk until he was tired and ready to go to sleep. I was so glad he seemed as afraid of what I might do to him as I was of what he might do to me… wasn’t I? Of course I was! I wanted to bond with Tab not Zezaarian!

But I could feel the doubt creeping in… and worse… the… desire.

I had to keep control!

Zezaarian talked for a little longer but soon sent us both to bed as he had a busy day tomorrow.

I hadn’t really learned anything that might be helpful in making an escape as Zezaarian hadn’t been very clear on any particular areas of the city. He had just given me general city information; it wasn’t his fault that that kind of information wouldn’t help me escape his clutches.

I was free to fall asleep or not as I pleased. Of course it didn’t matter anymore. In fact, I had a bad feeling that the longer I stayed awake the worse the desire and need would get and that was what Zezaarian was counting on.

So I went to bed, closed my eyes, and tried very hard to go to sleep.

Chapter Two

I felt… different. I had changed again but it didn’t bother me. She had changed me, but I had changed her. She was now more like me and I was more like her. I could sense her even now, but she couldn’t come out yet, not yet. And when she did emerge my change would be complete and we would forever be one, no her, no me, just US.

I think I know now what Radole the werewolf meant when he talked to me about accepting what I was and being happy with it. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I wasn’t angry, or confused either. I knew my change would be soon, and it would be for the best.

But first I must find my mate and bond with him… only then could she be set free.

I opened my eyes and realized I was naked and covered in wet cloths again. Had I been asleep very long this time? I hoped not, I didn’t feel that I had although it was still dark. If I had slept normally then wouldn’t it be daylight already either morning or maybe afternoon?

Mynx? How are you feeling? said a quiet little voice not too far to my right. I turned my head and saw the little sprite, Echo. She was one of the few female fey that had traveled with us, most having stayed behind to look after the children.

I looked at the little female sprite. She looked like a pixie except she was about a foot taller, which put her at about a foot and a half tall. Her ears were shorter than a pixie’s, since they didn’t reach the top of her head, but still longer than an elf’s, in proportion that is. She was still dressed in that drab brown dress that while nicely sewn, was obviously of poor quality fabric. She looked painfully thin and very fragile. Only the iridescent gossamer wings made her seem more like the fun-loving and beautiful fey that I had met seemingly so long ago at the Rigadoon back in Natheria. But even that memory vanished as I saw the uncertainty; almost fear, in her eyes and body language as she spoke to me. Her sandy brown hair was cut short which only framed the huge brown eyes with their haunted look and which were surrounded by deep shadows and worry lines. I didn’t remember seeing her in such detail before, but the almost hopeful, yet also sad and fearful look on her face seemed to draw my attention and hold it. Had Aragoth caused this timidity by hunting them almost to extinction? If so… then he deserved to die even more than before!

I wanted to make her fear go away. But did I really have a chance of fulfilling her hope of finding this Arkadeea place? A place where she, and the other fey, felt they would finally be safe? I just didn’t know.

I shook my head to try and clear it as I realized I should answer her.

I feel… good. How long was I asleep this time?

You’ve been asleep since yesterday night. She said timidly. We only noticed you were sick this morning when you didn’t wake up. Whisper and I have been taking turns putting wet cloths on you to help with your fever… when Tisaron wasn’t doing it of course. The sun has only been down for a little while now, there is still some stew left from dinner would you like me to get you something to eat?

Whisper was the other timid and fragile looking female sprite. The only noticeable difference between the two seemed to be that Whisper’s hair was slightly more blond than Echo’s, and Whisper’s clothes were of a darker brown material. Other than that the two could almost have been twin sisters or such.

There hadn’t been any male sprites in the clan so I could only guess that they had come with me out of a sense of duty rather than to actually help me. They were way too skittish to be of much real help. I hoped I could change that, but it would have to wait. I had other things to take care of first.

I sat up and brushed the cloths away. I needed something… food, maybe…but later. Where’s Tisaron?

He’s talking with Lystrel. I’m supposed to let them know if there is any change in your condition. She answered shyly.

I nodded. I knew what I needed.

Go tell Tisaron I’m awake and I want to see him... alone. None of the other fey are to come back here. I want to be alone with Tisaron. Is that understood? I could see her uncertainty but she nodded and flew quickly away.

I needed Tisaron. I needed my mate. I needed him now.

* * *

Tisaron came cautiously into view. Then he stopped and looked at me seriously.

I found myself staring up into his handsome face and bright blue eyes. He was about five and half feet tall, or maybe a little taller. Would I be about his height now? Had I grown again as I slept in my change-sleep? His light tan complexion seemed to call me to touch his flesh. His long, wavy hair as black as a raven’s wing begged me to pull it free of the small braid he wore on the left side, which left his pointed ear visible, and run my hands through that hair, caress that ear. He looked so human, and could so easily have passed for one if he hid his ears. Just as I looked so human but wasn’t one either. We belonged together.

Tonight he was wearing dark brown pants, brown knee-high boots, a deep blue belt and a blue loose fitting long sleeved pullover shirt that he had tucked into his pants.

I was still naked and I was still sitting on the bedroll I had been laying on when I awoke. I had seen the neatly folded set of clothing nearby, but I had no intention of putting them on. I needed them off. I needed Tisaron’s off. I needed Tisaron… my mate.

Echo said you wanted to see me… alone. Has something happened? He asked so hesitantly I knew he wasn’t going to come closer. I needed to bring him closer.

I need you. I’ve… finished maturing. I… want you to be my… mate. It seemed so wrong to have to say it to him. It seemed so wrong to have to… talk about something we should be… doing.

I stood up as he stayed where he was. I took a step toward him and he held his left hand up to stop me.

What of Tabinus, Mynx? He asked quietly.

I stopped. What of Tab? I… I cared for Tab, but… I loved Tisaron. I saw that so clearly now. I still wanted to save Tab… he was… my brother.

I care for Tab. I think of him as… my brother. I still want to save him, but not if you might get hurt. I…love you. I found myself blushing and looking at the ground. Despite my need of him, talking to him like this was too embarrassing. I… want you to be my mate, to… bond with me.

I looked up to try and gauge his reaction. What if he didn’t want me? What if he wouldn’t bond with me? What if…?

I felt the panic start to rise as he stood there watching me intently and not saying anything. How could he not say anything?

Tisa...

Wait. I need to tell you something Mynx. He said as he took a step toward me and stopped again. Another reason I helped you was that when I was young I was told that one day I would be king of Arkadeea and that a young girl’s actions would make this happen. That she would be my queen and we would share a love deeper than others only dream of. He took a few more steps toward me until he suddenly dropped down on one knee in front of me. I know in my heart that this girl is you Mynx… and I have waited for you for so long. Will you marry me Mynx? I love you as well, and have for some time now. But before we go any further… before we bond or find Arkadeea… will you become my wife? The look on his face and the emotion in his voice was everything I could ever have hoped for. I felt a joy like I had never experienced before and I dropped to both my knees in front of him.

Yes, oh yes, Tisaron… I will marry you. I said as I leaned forward and hugged him, resting my head against his chest. He didn’t have any spells running but I immediately felt his magic, his power, his potential... him. The magic flowed over me like warm water and I felt the pleasant tingling begin. It surprised me a little that he wasn’t wearing any of his magical items. Had he been afraid of how I would act with the extra magic pushing me on?

He hugged me back fiercely but then carefully pushed me away and removed his hands.

I could feel the magic, faintly, still between us, but strangely it wasn’t overpowering me now.

Get dressed quickly and I’ll have Shadowfox perform the ceremony. Then we can… bond. Can you wait until after a short ceremony? He looked at me now and started to place his hand against my forehead as if to feel for a fever, but quickly pulled his hand back. I wanted him… needed him… but I knew I could wait. I knew he was going to be mine soon… I could wait.

I can wait. I can do whatever you want me to do… my love. I felt as if a great burden had been lifted from me, as if everything that had been wrong in my life had suddenly righted itself and fallen into place. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I just couldn’t stop myself.

* * *

Tisaron left to arrange things with Shadowfox and I hurriedly got dressed. I was getting married! I was getting married to Tisaron!

I heard a shy cough and turned to find the small sprites Echo and Whisper and the six inch tall pixie Flora. They were all grinning from ear to ear, and they seemed to have a purpose…

Maybe an hour later I walked out of my clearing and into the one with Tisaron, Lystrel and the rest of the fey that were traveling with us. I was trailing flowers as the fey had put them in my hair, all over my clothes and even had me carrying a bouquet of them.

The clearing was now decorated in little glowing lights, like they had had at the Rigadoon, and small clusters of flowers were scattered around the area as well.

All the fey gathered around as I walked up to stand next to Tisaron. He had some flowers scattered about his clothes, but he also had a wreath of mistletoe on his head and a little more scattered about his clothes.

Shadowfox, the usually solemn little pixie, was smiling at me from his perch on a tree branch just in front of us about eye level.

I glanced at Lystrel, to see his reaction, but the elf was wearing a mask I couldn’t read. Did he approve? Did it matter?

As soon as I looked at Tisaron everything else seemed to fade. I didn’t really hear the vows or words, I just said ‘I Do’ when it was obvious I was supposed to and watched Tisaron do the same. I drank from the little leaf cup and watched as Tisaron did as well. I managed to control myself despite the pleasure of the magical tingling as Tisaron placed a ring on my finger that looked positively queenly and radiated magic. I also didn’t dispel it as I felt different magic than Tisaron’s on it! Then Tisaron handed me another magical ring that looked incredibly kingly and I placed it on his finger as well. He was mine!

I ignored the fey all cheering and throwing little flowers at us as Tisaron suddenly swept me up into his arms and kissed my so deeply I suddenly couldn’t think of anything other than bonding with him right then and there.

Despite the pleasure and magical tingling he walked us out of the clearing and back to my bedroll… which was also now covered in flowers… but I was too busy to notice or care.

* * *

I was back in my change dream and I saw the creature-me now in all her splendor. We were so close to the light now that it was shining brightly enough for me to see her magnificent iridescent scales and wings. The colors were wonderful. The rest of her was as I remembered.

She was still about the same size as before, maybe fifteen to twenty feet tall at the shoulder, maybe twenty-five to thirty feet tall with her head up. She was maybe forty or fifty feet long, without head, neck or tail. She still had the basic body structure of a dragon but with six legs and the unicorn-like horn. The single spiral unicorn horn protruding from her forehead was the only solid colored thing about her other than the black claws on her feet. The horn was a pale ivory, almost white, and was about six feet long in the center of a forehead that looked far more wolf-like than reptilian, even though it was covered in scales. The front two feet/hands/paws looked like pictures I had seen of dragons and had thumbs, they were closer to hands. The second set of feet/paws looked more rounded