There was once a man. He was, in all aspects of his life, a good man by the world's standards. He was profitable, a good business man, wealthy, and had a good house. He was loved by almost all who knew him-almost. There were a few of who disapproved of what he was doing, but he didn't care.
When no one was watching, that's when his true character would come out. He would curse till your ears could bleed. In a rage, he would swing violently at the tables and paintings on the wall till they broke and fell onto the cold, hard ground, shattered. He would do this all because he was frustrated. He was frustrated because he couldn't find this beast. This beast had killed his wife. It wasn't like any creature on earth.
"What does this have to do with anything?" Myra asked, frustrated.
"Listen," he insisted. She complied.
Everyday he would look for the beast that did it and kill any dragons that he managed to see. He was hunting for the one that killed his wife and in the process all the ones that were of the same kind. He would hunt a specific breed, the ones that could take the form of humans. In his mind he called them the master deceives. The others hadn't done anything to them, all they had done was exist. As if in spite, he would tattoo the names of the one he killed. If he didn't know their name, he would make it up.He had taken a vow that devoted his life to kill dragons. This night he was frustrated at himself for not catching her. Kristianna was her name that she had chosen. She was flying on a clear night, close to where he lived, in plain view. That was her first mistake.
Kristianna felt a searing pain in her wing. She looked down, it was him. The man she had been warned about. She was a relatively young dragon and reckless, so she didn't think about hiding out. Now, she wished she had. She would not kill him because it was wrong. She had outstanding morals, especially for a dragon. She had a gift, though. She could camouflage herself against the night's sky, much like a chameleon. She now wore the color midnight blue on her scales.
She heard him yell a profanity. She smiled. She felt barely any pain. She had to go to a meeting before the extinction of her race fell upon her. She frowned. They were talking about strange stuff, about turning themselves into humans. She didn't particularly like them. She had an uneasy feeling about it. They were beautiful creatures, sure, but she herself, thought of herself superior a against them.
The man grimaced. He wanted to catch her, but maybe the poison would be enough. He had dipped the arrow in enough poison to kill her.
She winced. The pain was growing and it wasn't like ordinary pain. It extended to the width of her whole wing. It will heal, she told herself confidently.
Kristianna flew down to the place where they promised to meet. She sniffed the ear.
"Humans!" she growled, disliking this meeting already.
She flew down and hissed at them. She knocked over a young man, who looked to be in his twenties, and pinned him down on the floor. In her anger, she had thought she was protecting her kind and was shocked when she felt a large force barrel into her. She hissed, then looked in shock. It was her brother who pushed her away. Her eyes glowed. Her green eyes, now looking amber.
"They have come to help," he hissed at her.
"Fine," she snapped, "For the good of the human race,"
The council was starting a conversation. That's when they heard Kristianna's deafening roar. Her wing felt as though it was on fire and she collapsed.
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"That's a great story," she told Justin, "But what does it have to do with anything?" Myra asked.
"Everything," he replied, "I mean, I'll explain when I'm finished. "
"This better be quick," she crossed her arms.
"This part is important. Listen well, "Justin ordered.
"Okay, okay," she held out her arms in surrender, "Proceed,"
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Kristanna opened her eyes and realized she had fainted at the beginning of the meeting. Elizer, the healing dragon was hovering over her. Her face was marked with strain and effort. It was then that Kristianna knew it was her time, and she made a decision.
The decision would change the nature of human race. Dark, silver blood bled freely on the ground. She had to do it. She closed her eyes, hoping she would not regret it. She would give up her blood to the humans.

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