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It was somewhat of a rough night because I didn't know why she just left me there when I was clearly hoping for her to take me. Regardless I gathered more info before the summer break began, starting with how it was like while the transformation was happening. They told me the dreams they had while inside their captor's egg, and it all seemed to follow two common themes. Those who were willing dreamt of being with their captors, whereas those who were fighting until the dragons sealed their fate dreamt of being with their families. One thing stood out from the latter, though, and it's that once they hatched, they didn't mind and, in one case, wished they went easier on their captors.

Besides doing my work, I was focused on the window most of the class, watching the dragons and wyverns fly about over the school. They usually flew around public schools, looking for the right child, during the spring to autumn around the midwestern town that I lived in. Something about the way their large bodies effortlessly flew through the air seemed to entice me.

My body was weaker than the others at the school. My medical problems left me in pain and vulnerable to fractures. The thought of flight amongst them, with even some that were worse off than I was able to fly with some effort, drew me to them like a moth to light. I didn't want to have to work my arms to get off the ground, though. The thought of the dragon's extra limbs made specifically for flight as something that would be easy enough to make me feel like I could do something not expected of someone with my body.

That enticement kept going into recess, where I was just sitting there on the playground, watching them fly overhead, some to their captors, maybe even their children, who were more than happy to see them. Soon, however, I saw a dragon in matte orange scales flying towards me. I ducked underneath the playground, fearing it wasn't her, only for it to pull me out from under it. "No, don't; I have some other dragon in mind," I told it. I spent maybe 5 minutes on the ground before I opened my eyes to the same titanium-scaled dragon I remembered before. "Is that you girl," I squeamishly said to her. She then held me close to her, and I instantly recognized her hold on me. "It is you. Where have you been?" She then cradled my body and let me lay with her until it was time to go in.

When heading home, the feeling didn't stop. Day after day, I thought about her. I couldn't get her off of my mind. Soon, I knew that I wouldn't be able to live with myself without her. Maybe next year, next year will be better.