Ever since birth, I have been different. I have the ability to transform myself, at will, into a dragon. I realize this sounds like a blessing - After all who wouldn't mind transforming into a three-story tall, fire-breathing, flying lizard? - But the reality is the exact opposite. It’s a curse. Everyone who knows about "the dragon" rejects and hates me, dooming me to a lifetime of distrust and solitude. No, this is no blessing. For all of my seventeen years, I have thought I was the only one of my kind and the only ones who truly understood me were the moon and the night sky. At least, that's what I thought until I met the man who would change my life forever.
They walk among us unseen, unrecognized. They look like us, speak like us, but are not us. Aliens from another planet, then? Ghosts? Inter-dimensional beings? No. Dragons.