Prologue
Solina held her son close, Annon, only two summers old, so young. She looked at Annon lovingly, the flames behind her making her hair look white. He giggled and tilted his head as the flames grew higher. With a weak sob, Solina put Annon on the floor, and ran out of the flames, leaving the boy behind, still smiling. He looked at the flames as they got near him, spreading like a snake after a mouse, but he didn't feel hot, of even warm, always cold, so when the flames engulfed him, he just giggled and watched the orange cover his vision...
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Weredragon: The Hatchling
FantasyWhen Annon learns he is a Weredragon, he has so many questions, what is a weredragon, who are his parents, why is he here??? But instead, as he learns more about himself, so do others, as word spreads, a single message is clear, the weredragons are...
