Renascent by Max Andren

Author:Max Andren [Andren, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AnCor Press
Published: 2017-10-11T06:00:00+00:00

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I had transitioned through and survived my first shift to dragon. I felt like celebrating, but I was too tired to contemplate it. I said goodnight and walked back to my bedroom with as much dignity as I could manage—considering they had all just seen me naked. I laughed, shaking my head at myself and my little dragon hatchling.

Exhausted, yet wide awake, I snuggled under the covers, still warm from my shower and thought back over the night. I could have died again—yet didn’t. Why was my life spared when others weren’t?

I was nothing special and felt like a complete fraud. I had nothing to offer and could hardly help myself, let alone anyone else.

Unable to form a plausible explanation as to why, I put it aside and played with the weaving of my protective shield. Music danced through my mind and I found that it was much easier to create and maintain now that I had shifted.

I could open and close the shield at random—allowing the voices of the lost and their accompanying pain to penetrate the shimmering notes. Or, I could keep them muted and at a distance.

I would need to remain vigilant to avoid being blindsided by incapacitating pain and noise that accompanied the voices of the lost.

The missing piece had indeed been my dragon. I could feel the difference now that we were one—blended and indistinguishable.

Cipriano thought that I might be a soul seeker and attuned to the lost and dying souls of dragons and our brethren. They were normals that had the essence of our dragon running through their veins, though dilute.

My heart ached for these strangers who were dying lost and alone. Were they mute, like I had been? Crying for help and begging for mercy didn’t worked. No one could hear, no one cared, and no one would come to their rescue. They were forlorn and forsaken.

I knew the feeling all too well and felt the same way until Cipriano rescued me. I was consumed by hopelessness and had accepted the inevitable—my imminent death. I had just died when Cipriano had found me. He pulled me back through the veil with his dragon essence to make me Renascent.

I still struggled with these feelings. They would sneak in and catch me unawares, sabotaging all my progress with their need to consume me.

Why was I allowed to be risen? Why did I survive that first shift? Was it so that I might rescue these others? Perhaps.

I had been hearing and feeling voices since I was a little girl. I wanted to shut them off and never hear them again, but they’d been with me for so long that the total lack of noise might be intolerable and deafening.

The individual voices had changed over the years, but they echoed the same refrain—pain, hopelessness, and despair. I could feel them, but not necessarily understand what they were trying to tell me.

Sleep finally pulled me under and my mind wandered as it contemplated the ultimate question of why?

Why

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