Saphira Pendragon is Dragonkind. Dragonkind are a race of people who change into Dragons at will.
At least they were until they became almost extinct because they were hunted. Saphira's parents were killed and resulted with Saphira being the last of...
I wake up as afternoon sunlight pours into my room through my window. I've slept in, and I never usually sleep in.
I climb out of my bed and my feet touch the cold hardwood floor. And I walk over to my wardrobe.
And after ten minutes or so, I am dressed in a floor length dark green long sleeved dress that's tight on my upper body until my waist then goes loose, brown leather boots that go to my knees, and a black cloak.
I brush my hair and let it hang down. Then, I grab my sword and strap it to my side. I can fight with anything weapon, but I love my sword.
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My father forged it for me when I turned 100. Now, it's the only thing I have from them.
I wash my face with water, taking away any sign of sleep and then my mouth of the disgusting aftertaste of sleeping for so long.
Then, I run to the stables and got my horse, Shado, who's name is well suited for her.
Even though I'm Dragonkind, I have a horse for the sakes of people and my identity. I'll fly whenever I get the chance to.
Here's the thing with my transformation; when I change into a dragon, all my clothes, weapons, and everything else normal disappears, but I can speak to anyone mentally. And when I change back to my original form, they all come back.
I saddle Shado and feed her a little food. Then, I pack some food for her.
Even if the dwarves don't have food, I will be fine. I can hunt.
With that, I get on Shado and we ride out of Rivendell.
