“In the beginning, God created humans, and he created angels. But the humans were sinful and wicked, and the angels within Heaven could not offer them a physical guiding hand. And so God created…”
“Dracanians!” Came a flurry of childish voices, and the wizened teacher lifted her head to smile at the giggling class.
“Yes. And how many did he create, at first?”
The hands of every child went flying into the air in a supple wave, flailed madly—except for the hand of one young boy, dark-haired, who was dozing in the back. A kindly look spread over the teacher’s face.
“Damian, dear?”
The youth’s response was a grunting snore, sending the rest of the flock into renewed bouts of laughter; but then one of the child’s eyes opened, a deep gleaming ruby.
“Sorry, teacher. Dad got a really big order last night, and I had to help.”
“I understand, dear. Would you like to go home?”
“Nah, I’m listenin’.” The boy answered. And indeed, he did listen, until he fell asleep three minutes later. However, others still held their hands in the air through acts of sheer will, and the teacher turned her focus to these tireless pupils. One small girl looked as if her arm was about to fail her, and so she was the chosen one.
“Amber?”
“Two—and one was a man and one was a woman.” The child gasped, letting her hand fall with a look of infinite relief. The elder chuckled and nodded.
“Yes, and the man was named Kazin and the woman was named Lia… and, of course, they were Dracanians! Now, what is a Dracanian?”
The class answered in chorus this time, to spare the pain of hand-lifting. Although it was a rather broken chorus.
“We’re dragons—“
“Angels—“
“We’re kind of chameleons, I think, except we turn into animals instead of colors and stuff—“
“You’re all right! We are divine dragons that can shape-shift—my, that is a mouthful, isn’t it?”


Nnnnn
I REALLY WANT TO START MY BOOK
but
I'm insecure
I'll need yer love and support all the way if I'm gonna do this, guys! Be thar for me, will yah? <: