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%u201CThat dream%u2026 I was having that dream again%u2026

I have been having it for the past few nights, but I kept waking up before anything bad happened%u2026%u201D

It was a very foggy night. Peter had gotten lost in the forest near his town. He had gone out for a walk, because it was meant to be a very beautiful evening. But just around 10 minutes ago, a heavy fog started pouring in. It was impossible to see anything, as Peter had just found out from walking face first into a tree and falling to the ground. He rubbed his nose as he got back to his feet. %u201CAck%u2026 that is going to sting for some time%u201D he winced. As he got back up, he heard a low growling noise coming from somewhere. Dismissing it as thunder, he shrugged it off and began to walk away, only to walk square into another tree. %u201COW! DAMN THING!!%u201D he shouted as he fell to the ground again.

He heard it again%u2026 another growling. He looked around him, and saw a pair of blood red eyes gleaming through the fog. %u201CErm%u2026 can I help you?%u201D he asked.

%u201C%u2026Yesss%u2026%u201D a voice hissed

%u201CIs there anything I can give you? Can you help me out of here?%u201D

%u201CNo%u2026. but therrrre isss sssomething of yourrrssss I want%u2026. YOURRRRR SSSSSOUL!!!%u201D

%u201Cwha%u2026no%u2026%u201D Peter stammered as he struggled to get to his feet, only to be knocked back down by some unseen force, the crimson eyes staring into his own.

%u201CTime to die%u2026%u201D the beast hissed as he prepared to swipe at him. His claws swung towards him.

Peter jumped out of his bed, screaming. Sweat dripped from his head as he clutched at his sheets.

%u201CThat dream%u2026again%u2026%u201D

He looked down at himself to see if he was ok%u2026 but not this time. There was a huge series of gashes over his chest, blood dripping from it.

%u201CThat%u2026was no dream%u2026%u201D he panted. He looked over at the clock. June 5th, 6:06am.

He staggered over from his bed. %u201CI have been losing vast amounts of sleep because of that nightmare%u2026 how much longer will it go on for%u2026%u201D he thought to himself.

%u201COh%u2026 not forrr that much longerrrr!%u201D a voice hissed.

%u201CWha%u2026 who%u2019s there?!%u201D he shouted.

%u201CNo one%u2026 I am in yourrrrr head%u201D the voice chuckled.

%u201CYou sound like%u2026 like the voice in my dream%u2026%u201D

%u201DI am%u2026 I am the beasssst%u2026 that sssshall be frrreed at the ssstrrroke of midnight%u2026 at the end of thisss day%u2026 on the dawn of the 6th day%u2026. Of the 6th month%u2026 of the 6th yearrrrr%u2026%u201D

%u201CWho are you?%u201D

%u201CI am Wyrrrraach Urrr%u2026. The drrrrragon god%u2026 and I think I have chosssen the perrrfect vessssel%u2026 Yourrr mind%u2026. Sssso full of angerrrrr%u2026%u201D

%u201CWhat are you talking about?%u201D

%u201DYou ssshould know%u2026 all that you have been put thrrrrough in thissss life%u2026 well at midnight%u2026. It will end%u2026. Although%u2026 therrre will be ssssome changessss in the day%u201D he chuckled.

%u201DCh%u2026changes?%u201D

%u201CYou will find out sssoon enough%u2026 morrrtal%u2026%u201D

%u201CSoon? How soon!?%u201D he yelled. But there was no response.

%u201CWhat was that about%u2026%u201D he thought as he headed into the shower to clean himself off.

As he cleaned himself off, he looked down at his chest to see how bad the wound was, only to see that it was no longer there. He also noticed that some of the skin around where the claw marks was seemed to be flaking off. %u201CWhat the%u2026%u201D He ran his hand across his chest%u2026 The skin fell away, and he could feel something tough around it%u2026 he looked again, and saw a patch of scaly red skin was now firmly affixed to his chest.

%u201CWh%u2026S%u2026Scales?%u201D he thought%u2026 %u201CThis has to be a dream%u2026 I must still be dreaming%u2026%u201D he closed his eyes for a moment, hoping to wake up. He opened his eyes again and looked down. The scales were still there.

%u201CThis%u2026 can%u2019t be good%u201D he thought.

After he finished in the shower, he wrapped a towel around himself and dried himself off. As he wiped himself clean, he winced as he felt more of the skin down his chest peeling away, as if he had spent several hours in the sun, and his skin was badly damaged, flaking off. More of the red scales were under his skin. He noticed the clock. 7:06.

%u201CAt%u2026 midnight?%u201D he whispered to himself.

Peter tried to continue his day as normal. He lived alone, so he had to go out to get food every once in a while. He had a dog to keep him company at the least. He dried himself off, and got some clean clothes on. His fingers were aching slightly, but he just dismissed it as having slept on them for most of the night.

He went downstairs to get something to eat. Usually, he has some cereal of a morning, but today, he had a bit of a craving for meat. He got some bacon and sausages out of the fridge, and cooked them. He put the cooked meat into a sandwich, and chomped it down, like he had not eaten in days. He made a mess of it though, he noticed after eating. %u201CI just ate like a wild beast%u2026%u201D he though as he got some tissues to clean up the mess he made.

%u201CYesss%u2026 like the beassst you will become%u201D Wyraach chuckled.

%u201CIf you really want to be freed%u2026 then why don%u2019t you come out now%u2026%u201D he asked.

%u201CBecaussse my time isss at midnight%u2026 on the day of the beasssst%u201D Wyraach laughed.

%u201CI see%u2026%u201D Peter thought. As he washed up his plate, he saw that his fingers were bleeding, the nails falling into the water, stained red by his life fluids. Sharp points were poking against the fingertips painfully. He knew what they were, even though they were not evident. %u201CClaws%u2026%u201D he thought.

8:06

By now, Peter was sitting in the front room of his house, pondering if what was happening to him was a dream, or if it was really real. Was he changing%u2026 into an unholy beast? %u201CYesss, you arrrre%u201D Wyraach hissed. %u201CSssoon%u2026 we will rrrule them all%u2026%u201D He fell forwards, screaming as he felt the claws slice through his fingertips, spraying blood against the carpet, the bones in his hands cracking and reforming as his fingers extended, spikes tearing through his knuckles and wrists as the skin began to tear apart. The pain was unbearable, and he almost passed out from it as he looked at his changed hands. Where the skin had torn off, it was revealing shiny black scales.

%u201COk%u2026 this is DEFINATLY not a dream!%u201D He yelled out.

He let out another scream as the claws extended out further, slicing through the floorboards as they extended into deadly talons. The pain stopped after a moment. Looking at his claws, he gulped.

%u201CNot a dream at all%u2026%u201D

Another hour had passed as Peter sat in the front room, wondering what to do. Looking at his clawed hands, he knew that going outside would be a poor option. He had gloves that he could wear, but with his fingers longer, thicker, and tipped with cruel claws, the gloves would never stay in one piece. He thought long and hard about what options there were for a person in his situation. Eventually, he thought of something. Maybe one of his friends online would know what to do. He ran up to his room, his clawed hands scraping across the walls. He sat down at the computer and powered it up. As he waited for it to boot, he looked at his hands. Red scaly pads had formed on the underside of them. As he stared at them, another bout of pain hit his body. He almost fell forward, screaming as spikes slashed through his wrists, shooting upwards, dripping blood as he felt his skin growing tight. Blood splattered against the keyboard as he fought to get his breath back.

%u201CWhy couldn%u2019t this be painless%u2026%u201D he moaned.

After cleaning off the keyboard, he started to speak to one of his friends online, asking them if they knew of anything behind what was happening to him. They had no idea whatsoever. He tried another person, but they knew not what was wrong with him either. He went through just about his entire contact list, and the people either thought that he was making up some crazy story, or that they had no idea whatsoever.

%u201CTo think someone would know what%u2019s happening to me%u2026%u201D Peter thought.

%u201COh, no one knowsss, becausssse no one beleivesss in physssical trrrranssssforrrrmation%u201D Wyraach Ur chuckled. %u201CYou sssshould be lucky, you arrre being blesssed with the forrrrm and powerrrr of a God%u201D

%u201CForm and power of a%u2026God?%u201D

%u201CYessss%u2026 and we will rrrrule overrr all humanity%u2026%u201D

%u201CBut%u2026 But what about my friends?%u201D

%u201COh, thossse who arrre trrrruely loyal to you will join you%u2026%u201D Wyraach hissed.

%u201CReally?%u201D

%u201CYesss%u2026. Now jussst relax%u2026 by the end of today%u2026 you will be a lot differrrent%u201D

And with that, another jolt of pain hit him. He fell to his hands and knees as he felt his feet begin to shift, his toes splaying apart, gaining unholy claws as his ankles rose into the air, gaining claws of their own. Blood stained the carpet as he pushed himself back to his feet, his stance having changed, now standing a few feet taller than he was before, looking at his draconic feet.

%u201CI could like this%u2026%u201D he smirked.

By 11am, he was back downstairs, sitting in the front room again. His clawed hands grabbed the chair tight, and his clawed feet were tearing the carpet apart. His stomach began to rumble.

%u201CI only just ate a couple of hours ago though%u2026 how could I be hungry again%u2026%u201D

Peter pushed himself up from the chair, and compacted it in the process. He had been growing in size and power in the last few hours, and his muscles were tightly pressed against his human skin. He went over to the fridge, and looked inside for something to eat. He took the remaining meat from the fridge, and closed it. Looking at the meat, he licked his lips, and then proceeded to tear into it like a wild animal, without as much as cooking it. He made more of a mess than he had earlier on. As he ate, he noticed little black drips appearing on the table. Drips that were melting through the table. He wiped his mouth, and saw there was more of the black liquid on his hand, sizzling against the scales, but causing no damage or pain.

%u201CAcidic saliva%u2026cool%u2026%u201D he smiled.

After finishing the plate of meat, he licked his lips again, noticing that his tongue was now longer, and was becoming a dark purple. The tip of it was seemingly growing to a point, for now. He glanced at the clock. Mid day. Only 12 more hours now, and he would be completely changed. He headed back upstairs to his room and lay back on his bed.

%u201CI suppose a couple of hours sleep would not hurt me.%u201D

After a few minutes of sleeping, he began to dream again. But this time, the dream was different. The city in the distance was burning, black and red flames rising from the ruins of it. Hundreds of dragons were hovering above the burning metropolis, diving down and grabbing the humans up in their claws, feasting on them.

%u201CGood job, my loyal ssssubjectssss%u2026%u201D Hissed the beast that was now in me. %u201CSsssoon%u2026 SSSSSSSSOON!!!%u201D

Peter leapt out of bed, screaming in pain as his back began to split open, revealing 2 pairs of arms. Spikes tore through every position of his spine, as he screamed. But now, his screams were deeper, as his neck extended slightly, his vocal chords stretching as he felt the beginnings of a tail poking against his trousers, tearing free of their prison.

He leant forward, gasping for breath once again. He looked at his new arms, or soon to be wings, as he looked at the blood that had formed around him. Hungrily, he sniffed at it, before his tongue lashed out, licking it up, and the tip forking as it tasted the crimson liquid.

%u201CWhy did no one ever tell me that blood tasssted thisss good?%u201D Peter chuckled, noticing the hiss in his voice. He smiled, liking it. He was becoming less human by the second, and more beast as the time progressed. He looked at himself in the mirror. Claws, forming wings and tail, taloned feet. He even noticed that his hair was growing longer, turning a mix of black and red as it grew down his back. His eyes were heavily bloodshot as his tongue flickered out again. He turned around and looked at the clock. 3:06.

%u201CHmm%u2026 ssseeing that humanity isss quickly rrrrunning out of time asss the dominant ssspeciessss%u2026 I might asss well give them a warrrning%u2026%u201D Peter laughed.

He logged back onto his computer, and went onto his Deviant Art page. He set up a new journal, which read the following:

6/6/6

Journal entry: Monday June 5th, 3:10PM

Dear human beings%u2026

Your time as the dominant species is almost up. I have awoken this morning, blessed with unspeakable power%u2026 and I am changing%u2026becoming a higher life form%u2026higher than the forms that you currently reside in. The rule of the humans will soon end. At midnight, your time is up. Humanity will soon fall to the dragons.

And if you don%u2019t believe me%u2026

Then just wait until midnight.

You will believe me then%u2026

Until then

Wyraach Ur
(Your future ruler)

After around 5 minutes of it being online, the journal had several comments left in it. Mostly comments regarding that he was going crazy, and that he should get his brain checked.

%u201CNon believing foolsss%u201D Peter snarled angrily, smoke rising from his nostrils.

He stepped away from the computer, before falling forwards, screaming in pain again. He felt like he was about to be sick. Clutching his chest, he screamed as he coughed up his heart. It fell to the floor with a sickening squelch. He looked at it and chuckled.

%u201CT%u2026.Trrrruely hearrrtlesssss!%u201D he smiled, his voice even deeper as he fell forwards, the pain of losing his heart too much for him as he fell unconscious.

Another three hours had passed before he woke up. He growled as he looked around him. His vision seemed to be a lot sharper now, he could see every last thing in his room. Every dent in the floorboards, every speck of dust. He sniffed his old heart hungrily, and screamed in pain again. His old teeth fell out of his mouth, blood dripping down his throat as jagged fangs tore through his gums. His skull felt like it was splitting apart as it adjusted slightly, to sit better on his adjusted neck. He lunged forwards, snapping up the heart in his fangs, and chomping down on it. The severed mess slid down his throat, as he hissed in content.

He looked behind him, and saw that in the time that he was out, his new arms had undergone some changes. The fingers on the hands had extended, claws growing on the finger tips. The elbow joints on the arms had reversed themselves, fixed into a more wing like position.

Peter went back to his computer, and noticed that his journal had gotten more posts, but were mostly calling him insane. He decided to enter another entry. Before continuing, he plugged in his webcam, and took a photo of his changing body. He uploaded it to the internet, and placed the image into his journal.


6/6/6 %u2013 Your time is near an end%u2026
Journal entry Monday June 5th, 6:15PM

It seems that a lot of you don%u2019t believe me when I say that your time is nearly up%u2026 well%u2026 I have something to show you%u2026 something that WILL make you believe%u2026

A photo was placed underneath the text, showing his changing form.

Do you believe me now, mortal fools?

Until midnight%u2026

Wyraach Ur

Within 5 minutes once again, his journal was full of entries. Most of those who had read it, thought that he was once again making stuff up, and recommended that he got mental help. Whilst some who read it believed that it was nearly the end. His closest friends though commented that it was a dream come true. Those comments were met by comments of %u201CARE YOU NUTS?!%u201D

%u201CWell, at leassst a few people now know of theirrr impending deathsss%u2026. But ssstill%u2026%u201D He angrily clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall, tearing through it.

%u201CAT MIDNIGHT, THEY WILL ALL BELIEVE%u2026 THEY WILL ALL KNOW THAT THEIRRRRR TIME ISSSSSSS UP!!!!%u201D he roared.
His stomach once again rumbled. Peter went downstairs and checked the fridge, but there was nothing meat wise in there to eat. He growled angrily, and his growl was met with a loud barking. His dog came back in. He had been outside all day, and had most probably come in to get something to eat. Turning towards his dog, Peter licked his lips.

%u201CFood%u2026%u201D he smiled.

The dog barely had any time to think about what was happening before Peter lunged forwards, sinking his fangs into the dogs%u2019 chest. The animal screamed in pain as its blood splattered against the floor. He clawed at Peters face to try to make him let go, but the skin tore away, revealing more black scales.

%u201CMANGY LITTLE FLEA BAG!!%u201D The beast that was emerging from Peter roared as he tore out the pets%u2019 heart. The dogs arms fell limp against the floor as his screaming stopped. After a couple of minutes, there was nothing left of the dog. Only the beast that had devoured him remained, saliva dripping from his aching mouth as it cracked and pushed out violently, forming a large, beaked muzzle. His nostrils flared wide as his nose sank into his face, his nostrils lining the end of his upper jaw.

Peter made his way to the front room, his larger arms smashing against the walls as he sat down in the centre of the room.

%u201CNot much longerrrr to go%u2026 then we will rrrrule them all!!%u201D The beast hissed.

As he sat down, the floor around him began to glow red. Dark energy rose from the floor as the red light etched itself into the shape of a pentagram. He could feel a powerful and sinister magic rising from it as his body was suddenly racked with more pain. Evil draconian magic filled his body, as the dragons mind began to emerge more. Peter thought for a moment that he would become a mindless beast, but this was soon put aside. He could feel that his brain was absorbing more and more knowledge%u2026 knowledge of magic%u2026 knowledge of everything that has happened in this world and everything that will happen%u2026 and knowledge about everything that humanity wished that they knew, including the meaning of life. None of that 42 nonsense.

He stared down at the pentagram, smiling.

%u201CSsssuch arrrcane powerrrr%u2026 and itssss all mine%u2026 ALL OF IT ISSSSS MINE!!!!%u201D He roared.

%u201CMORRRRRRRRRE POWERRRRRRRRRRR!!!! MORRRRRRRRRRRREEE!!!!!%u201D The beast roared. His human mind was slipping. But the human side of him was not bothered. He wanted this to happen. He wanted to rule them all. Even if its not him, he knows that he will be able to view all of it through the dragons eyes.

%u201COh don%u2019t worrrrry%u2026 you will witnesss all of thissss%u2026 yourrrr mind will merrrrge with mine%u2026. Well, not all of it%u2026 all of yourrrr angerrrr and hatrrrred%u2026 they will all sssurrrface and merrrge with my sssuperrriorrr mind. Sssso we will be togetherrrrrrr!!%u201D Wyraach hissed.

%u201CExcellent. We will rrrrule%u2026 ASSSSSSS ONE!!!%u201D Peter hissed.

His musculature changed again, as his body began to grow. He was soon pressed up against the ceiling as his growing wings folded against the ceiling, causing him to roar in pain. His muscles swelled with power and darkness as his bones began to grow thicker, more suitable for a draconian body. He looked at the clock. Time was beginning to advance quicker. Where it had been gone 6 o clock just a small while ago, it was nearly 11PM.

%u201CALMOSSSSSSST TIME!!!%u201D He roared, throwing his arms back as more spikes tore through the upper part of his arms. Arcane symbols drew themselves onto his arms as his eyes bled. He looked at the window, and saw his eyes were glowing red. His pupils slit as a pentagram formed behind the pupil, adding to the demonic look. His tail had grown out more and more, the tip splitting into three, as each tail gained a deadly weapon. One was tipped with a barbed mace, each spike dripping with poison, one tipped with a scythe like scorpion stinger, and one tipped with a plume of black and red flame.

The wings grew out more, webbing filling the fingers as they finished forming, the house beginning to shrink more and more around him. His legs reversed themselves, causing him to roar in pain as more hair grew down his spine, growing down his new tails, as spikes tore through his back.

His arms and legs began to glow, as golden bracelets formed around them, spikes lining them. His chest began to barrel outwards as his muscles extended more, causing what remained of his skin to tear off. A long chain formed around his chest, links dangling from his mid section as he looked over himself. It was nearly midnight now%u2026

He roared again as his head altered more, his brow ridges becoming more pronounced as spikes tore through the top and bottom sides of his jaws. His eyes pushed to the sides of his head as more pentagram markings drew themselves on on his wings and cheeks. More spikes tore through his legs and midsection as his feet gained scaly red pads similar to those on his hands. The final changes occurred as his ears grew to points, as spikes grew from his cheeks, a thick red webbing forming between the spikes as they became three spined fans. His form grew too big for his house, as it gave way around him, the clock chiming midnight as he let loose a triumphant roar.

At that time, all around the world, screams could be heard as several people fell to the floor, screaming in pain as they underwent a change similar to Peters, only not as long. The screams soon became roars as those with draconian blood evolved to a higher form.

Wyraach stood up, standing tall over the city as he roared. Humans scurried around him, running for cover. From Wyraach%u2019s point of view, all of the humans were nothing but ants. And he HATED ants. Letting lose an angry roar, he began to stomp on several of them, the sound of blood squelching and bone snapping beneath the dragons%u2019 mighty talons.

More of his acidic saliva hit the ground, melting it. Some of the drips hit the people below, causing them to scream in pain as they dissolved into pools of pink and white goo.

The dragon took in a deep breath, and shot out a torrent of red and black flame towards the city, the fire raining down on the city, and the acid in the fire melting the structures around him.

He continued his stomping rampage, diving down on some of the humans, snapping them up in his jaws. Blood splattered down to the ground as he feasted. As he continued, the sound of roaring filled the air. Wyraach turned around to see hundreds of dragons flying towards him. Up near the front were three he recognised. One was a serpentine dragon, black with streaks of red on her body. One was a golden colour, brown hair running down his spine. And one was a mix of oriental and European, fur instead of scales.

%u201CMy King%u2026%u201D The serpent started

%u201CWe have rrrreturrrrned%u2026%u201D The gold one continued

%u201CTO RRRRULE THEM ALL!!!%u201D The hybrid finished.

Wyraach smiled.

%u201CFirrrrrrrrredarrrrrrrk, Durrrrrrrrrrrragan, Rrrrrrrrrriku%u2026 it hassss been ssssome time sssince I lasssst ssssaw you all. I am glad to have you back.%u201D Wyraach told them. The three smiled.

%u201CNow my King, lead ussssss to victorrrrrrrry!%u201D Firedark told him.

%u201COf courrrssse, my Queen%u201D he smiled.

From behind Wyraach, another voice was heard.

"I hope you arrrrrrrrre not going to forrrrrrrrget about yourrrrrr brrrrrrrrrrrrotherrrrrrrrrrrr" a voice chuckled. Wyraach turned around and smiled. Standing before him was a dragon similar in size, power and strenght. the only thing that made him different was that he did not have any arcane markings on his face, and he only had one tail.

"Darrrrrrrrrrk Bahamut... How could i everrrr forrrrget about you, my dearrrrrr brrrrrrrro?" Wyraach said as he extended one of his tails to him. Dark Bahamut returned the gesture, wrapping his tail around Wyraach's and moving it in a hand shake motion.

Pretty soon, it was over. Within 6 hours, 6 minutes, and 6 seconds, humanity surrendered. The casualties that the dragons had caused soared into the millions, wiping out a good chunk of the planets population in their wake. Several cities around the world had been destroyed, consumed in flames.

The humans had tried everything to stop the great beasts. All their weapons, all their technology%u2026 useless. They were all stopped by the superior strength and magic that the dragons wielded.

Within the day, the town in which Peter was born and raised was turned into a desolate wasteland, unliveable. Well, for humans. The dragons had turned the burning wasteland into a draconic paradise, full of mountains, volcanoes, and boiling lakes of magma. Wyraach Ur and his Queen stood proud at the centre of it all. They had caused humanities downfall.

Soon, all of the United Kingdom was either enslaved by the dragons, or turned into a burning wasteland. London was the centre of where the dragons ruled and lived though, with Wyraach, Firedark, and Dark Bahamut ruling over all the humans.

"Sssso... wherrrre sssshall we go next?" Queen Firedark asked.
"Well, we could head overrrrrrrrr to Texassssssssss, and barrrrrrrrbeque ssssssome humansssssssss!" Dark Bahamut suggested.
"Yesssss. i have alwaysssssss wanted to visssssit yourrrrrr place of orrrrigin" Wyraach smirked. Dark Bahamut smiled back. "Then what arrrrre we waiting forrrrrrrr, my brrrrrrrotherrrrr?"


The 6th day%u2026 of the 6th month%u2026 of the 6th year%u2026 was a very good year. Well good, for the dragons, and hell for the humans.