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.