My name is Ezekeil. And my life is anything but normal.
I felt like I needed to get this down, while I could still remember everything clearly enough. That way, somebody might read it later and understand what happened to us. What happened to me.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived in the same house on the same hill on the same street in the same town. Nothing ever really changed for me. Never really has. Not to say that life hasn’t been interesting. Quite the opposite in fact. You see, the people I’ve grown up around aren’t entirely… normal. In my town, we had a little secret that we all shared.
We weren’t entirely human.
Well, let me rephrase that. We’re human, don’t get me wrong. I’m as human as the next guy. It’s the other half of me that isn’t. See, we all have this special… talent. No, ability. Believe me when I say I’m not making this up.
We can turn into dragons.
People have always sought to destroy that which they don’t understand. With us, this rings true down to our very roots. Everybody has heard tales of legendary knights slaying ferocious beasts in glorious battle. Chiefly among them, the dragons. Well I can tell you that these legends are true. Very true. See, we have a long history. The exact root isn’t known, but the story is that it started with a man named Edgar Regulus. The story says that he was an alchemist who lived over 1,500 years ago. But he wasn’t one of those “turn lead to gold” alchemists. No, he was messing with much darker matters. One night, he messed with something he probably shouldn’t have. See, our dragon forms come from our DNA. It’s hardwired into our very beings. I can’t explain the exact science. It’s too complicated. But I know it has something to do with two strands of DNA inside a single cell. Anyway, as I was saying, he did something that night. Something that changed him, and as a result, us.
But I digress. This isn’t a story about Edgar, or really about the others. It’s about a small, select group of us. You’ll meet them soon enough, don’t worry. First, let me illustrate for you a picture of my home.
Out in a river valley, at the foot of the mountains somewhere, there stood a town of several thousand. Now, this isn’t some underdeveloped place. It was a town just like any other. It had multi-story buildings towards the center, and got more spread out the further you got from the center. There were cars on occasion, but usually people just walked wherever they were going. Or flew if they were in a hurry. Outside the town were the houses. Mine was up on this little hill, on a road with a few others. I don’t quite remember the color of the outside. It was probably white.
But, alas, I need to continue on with the story. It’s too important to just sit around in my head.
Oh, and remember how I said my life never changed? Well, that was pretty much true. Except for events that were set in motion one summer. Little did I know that over the course of the next 47 days, my life would be turned completely upside-down. And that afterwards, it would never be the same again.
My name is Ezekeil. And despite the dragons, this story is anything but a fairy tale with a happy ending.