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It was such a ridiculous thing. Great big wings tucked at his side as they always were. Just as they always would be. A grounded dragon. There had never been anyone to teach him how to fly when he was living in Cairo. And no where for a dragon, as big as he was, to hide. So it had just been that tiny, helpless, human form he had for most of 28 years. No real opportunities to stretch his wings. No where he could go to be himself.
He was a legend who had never fulfilled his destiny. He had never even made his grand entrance. Wadjet's Dragon. The great dragon of Egypt.
Nothing but a giant lizard with useless wings and no fire.
How was he supposed to darken the sands with his shadow, if he could never get up to the sun? And how would he turn the desert to glass with no heat in his lungs?
Here in this tiny box, things were different. There were great, tall forests of trees he could hide in. Mountain caves for him to explore. And the harsh, beating sun of the desert never burned his fleshy skin. He changed in a clearing in the forest, and hesitantly, bracing his legs on the soft, leaf-covered ground, he stretched his large, powerful, useless wings.
He was a legend who had never fulfilled his destiny. He had never even made his grand entrance. Wadjet's Dragon. The great dragon of Egypt.
Nothing but a giant lizard with useless wings and no fire.
How was he supposed to darken the sands with his shadow, if he could never get up to the sun? And how would he turn the desert to glass with no heat in his lungs?
Here in this tiny box, things were different. There were great, tall forests of trees he could hide in. Mountain caves for him to explore. And the harsh, beating sun of the desert never burned his fleshy skin. He changed in a clearing in the forest, and hesitantly, bracing his legs on the soft, leaf-covered ground, he stretched his large, powerful, useless wings.
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And where Zaid had been standing, between the impressions the large, taloned feet had left, was a rather unthreatening man.
"Don't think just because I am smaller, I'm any weaker."
He was, but that was besides the point. The point was he could talk to Amery now, without craning his neck. Or worrying he might knock the man down with his wings or a heavy breath.
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This though, was a different kind of thing. Different in that it was completely unexpected. Just like Amery had never seen a real dragon before, he had never seen one turn into a man. At least this time he managed not to stare. Not for very long, anyway.
"I never would have thought that. I had no idea dragons were capable of such a thing."
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It was just him. Well. And the other surviving dragons. But he had no idea they existed, and so, assumed it was only himself.
"This was a gift that was given to me." He hesitated a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
"To protect me."
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"It's quite an impressive gift." He knew there were magicians capable of a lot of things in Volstov, but he didn't think any of them would be capable of something such as this. It made him curious who was capable of it then, where Zaid was from, but he didn't want to pry.
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He rubbed at his hand with the other, watching Amery warily. Like one might watch a tiger in a cage with them. He was only a couple feet away now that he had shifted, but he made no move closer or farther.
"I thought it would, likely, be easier for me to teach you with this form, than my own That and people have a tendency to feel more at ease when I am not towering over them.
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"Yes, quite. Dragons can be quite intimidating. It also makes more sense now, how you'd be able to teach me."