Have you ever felt different, special? I have! Like
something at the edge of your mind that you cant remember.
It wasn't until I started collage that I found out what that
thing was.
The power, the freedom! Today, I am complete. The sensations
are unlike anything I have felt before. I am transcended
now, beyond the concept of right and wrong, of mortal
morality. It is true freedom, True life. A level of
consciousness I have never imagined possible.
When I look at myself in my minds eye I know who I am.
The world-magic runs through my veins as pure as the fires
that burn in my soul.  After over seven years of self
searching I found that I was special after all.

Chapter One: The Red

"The first day of collage will be difficult Ethan." my
brother said to me in his 'oh so condescending voice' while
sitting in his NYC office. "You need to catch the flow of
the school, try fitting in better! Mom and dad had to pay
for the whole year. There are no refunds if you set the
sports center on fire again" he never forgets anything. He
chuckled. I despised that man, he was so lofty so all
knowing. I guess an academic scholarship to Harvard will do
that to a guy. Highest GPA in his class my ass... the dick
slept through his last year while his girlfriends, yes he
had three, did most of his work for him. You see, if there
is one thing my brother is better at than standardized
testing it is manipulating women. "Fit in" great advice you
over stuffed wind bag, "I'll try."
"I know you will little brother... after all, we do have the
same genes don't we?"
He chuckled again. That's it, I thought, if I don't hang up
right now I'll scream. "We'll talk later ok Nicolas?" no one
may call him Nick... it's beneath him. I hung up and got
back to unpacking my stuff. My parents were away, for them
today is just another phase I was going through, they have
given up on me long ago.


I finished unpacking and went out to find the registration
office, I needed some forms.
The office was only a three minute walk from the dorms. The
campus wasn't large and it looked just like the brochure. A
lot of happy faces, excited, some a little nervous. All the
first year students had one of three faces: confused,
confident, horny, sometimes in this or that combination.
I reached the registration office and stood in line. I hate
lines, it's a waste of my time. Not that I have anything
better to do, but the concept still bothers me.
After thirteen minutes I was finally facing the immensely
overweight woman working one of the desks. "I need the 305
form for late registry please."
"Hold on for a minute" says the behemoth "we have a glitch
in our computers we need to restart the..." I tuned out, not
because I was bored but because I felt something weird. A
tingling, it was like the air became itchy.
My head snaps to the side, it's coming from the left, from a
woman sitting by the mainframe, her hand is glowing blue.
Her eyes have a startling silver shade, no whites, just two
plain silver orbs.
The people around her are oblivious to the fact that her
hand is now a shining beacon, so bright blue it was almost
white. And she is beautiful beyond imagining, glowing,
making the very air itch.
Her attention shifts, it shifts to me. Those silver orbs are
fixed on me now, our gazes lock.  It feels like she is
looking right into my very being. She is searching for
something, that thing I knew about, the thing in the back of
my head.
And just like that it's over, she looked away. She wasn't
that beautiful now, attractive no doubt, but not that
remarkable.
"The computer is back on sir, HERE is your FORM!" the
behemoth was yelling. It sounded like she had been yelling
for a while. "Thank you" large ass. I took the form and
turned to leave.
The itching starts up again softer this time, again it's
coming from her. my head snaps again. A whisper comes to me
"26 charlotte drive, 23:50 don't be late, come alone." I
know the message is from her but it couldn't be. She is
standing five meters away, but the whisper... fuck it, I
could sense something important was happening so I whispered
back, I don't know why, she was across the fucking room, but
I whispered back: "I won't be late."
The itching stopped, she turned her head, I walked out of
the office.


As I was walking through campus my phone rang it was my
brother again, I didn't answer. I was so confused he might
have thought I was high again, though the last time was
three years ago, that dick never forgets.
I spent the day in my room. Sitting and thinking about what
happened there. The sensations were not normal. It took me a
while to understand that I wasn't freaking out. The things
were strange but somehow acceptable.
My mind wandered, and as I looked in my clock, it was
already 22:07. I took a quick shower and was out by 22:32.
I was at 26 charlotte drive at 23:12 it was a nice looking
house, silver lined windows and an oak door. I couldn't
bring myself to walk in. even after all the weirdness that
instinct of not showing up early for a date rose up in me.
I strolled through a nearby park. The trees seemed greener
this night, also a bit brighter, I looked up to see if it
was a full moon but the skies were cloudy.
There were no street lights too, one more strange thing in a
day of weird. I felt that itching again, no...I saw it...how
can one see itching? It was coming from everything the
trees, the grass, the air. Not as strong as what I felt at
the registration office but there nonetheless.


It was getting late, again I lost track of time. I ran to
the house and she was waiting at the door wearing a robe.
"Hello?" stupid but I had nothing better to say, she smiled
and told me to come in, there was something strange about
her teeth.
"Take your clothes off and sit down" she said surprising me,
her voice was much deeper than I expected.
Her living room was empty except for two blood red carpets.
The drapes were thick and silvery, they were also drawn. The
room was illuminated by eight candles surrounding the
carpets.
"Take your clothes off and sit down!" she said again.
"Why?" it was all I could come up with, I was getting
scared.
The room started itching. Her eyes grew silvery and she
smiled, she had a perfect row of fangs, sharp as needles.
The air around me starts to itch again. I look at her, she
is breathtaking. Power flows from her magnificent eyes and
my clothes fade and vanish from my body. As I stand there I
am only thinking of her, it suddenly feels so natural.
She unrobed, her body is amazing, perfect. As the robe falls
away I notice her hands have grown much longer, and each
finger ended with an edged claw 7 centimeters long. I knew
at that moment that I will never see a sharper instrument
than those claws. She walks around me and I can see her
perfect back and two long scars covering her shoulder
blades.
"Yes, that is why I took your clothes" I heard her voice in
my head. "We need to cut your back to let the wings out."
"Wings?" I thought back.
"Yes" she said " wings."
Her body grew, she was just under 3 meters tall now. Her
skin turned metallic silver as scales of various sizes
covered it. Her limbs thickened. Her face changed, the chin
was longer the nose closer to her mouth, her cheekbones got
higher, she had a slightly reptilian look, if possible she
was even more beautiful. Then, I noticed her wings. They
defied reality. Bat like wings appeared as if uncovered by a
cloud passing. The membrane stretching between the elongated
finger-like appendages in the wings was like flowing silver.
They were Majestic, 6 meter long bat wings...no!
Dragon-wings!
The room wasn't large enough to contain them but it did.
"Kneel" she said, and I obeyed. She walked behind me and I
could feel her drawing a single claw from each hand over my
shoulder blades.


Pain! Unimaginable Pain! Every part of my body ached, burned
with an inner fire.
A flood of knowledge crashed into my mind then, unfolding as
if I remembered some long lost dream. Dragons. They were
real, they were us. The essence surviving within generations
of mortals waiting like recessive genes until enough of them
are inside an individual to influence his perception, that's
what allowed me to see her using... Magic? the World-Magic!
The true life blood of the cosmos. The dragon's life blood,
my spirit essence. As she slowly sliced my shoulders the
memories of the lost magical empires appeared in my mind,
the memory of millennia past, the lives of my ancestors and
their end, and than a mental picture arose, a dragon,
chromatic red, enormous, powerful, transcended. Myself...
With a flash of unbelievable pain the wings burst through my
shoulder blades, my limbs grew and thickened. Claws, blood
red and vicious looking, sprung from my changing hands. My
skin hardened. It grew dark red as metallic scales replaced
it. A fire was roiling within me. Power! Inconceivable
power.
The transformation was complete, the pain was all gone. All
that was left was freedom.
"Now you are awake," she thought at me "what is your name?"
I inspected my changed form and a name asserted itself.
"Bloodtalon Darkwing! A Reds Name.  What is yours?" I
asked.
"Silvergaze Trueheart, a Silver's name." she told me
imperiously.
"So what now? what do I do with my life from hear?"
"You live! You grow. Awaken more brothers and sisters. Until
there are enough."
"Enough to rebuild the empire." I thought, it was a
statement not a question.
"yes! We live and grow. Neither you nor I can truly become a
dragon yet, we are too young. This half-breed body must
suffice ...for now."
I looked at my claws and smiled with a mouth containing a
sharp line of fangs. I lunged at the wall and tore a chunk
of concrete with a bare hand. "It will do, for now." I
thought as I crumbled it into dust. I could see the
disapproval in her eyes and 'hear' the derisive "Reds..." in
her thoughts, I couldn't care less. I had power beyond
reckoning. The fabric of the universe was a resource for me
to exploit. I used some of that power to cloak myself in
shadow and said farewell to my awakener. As I stepped out
into the cold night air all I thought about was how fast I
could fly to NYC.