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k_a_webbMoments later, before Aeron had a chance to get comfortable, the dragon sighed. Biting hard on his lip he watched the creature closely. His colleagues did the same, all of them waiting for something more to happen. From the conversations they’d had before the insertion of the soul he knew none of them had any idea what to expect either, but they all wanted the experiment to work, and the longer he stared at the dragon the more he felt the opposite. There was something about it that made him feel really uncomfortable, even though he couldn’t explain why he felt that way. It was just… he shook his head. Creating such a dangerous creature using a new soul seemed to be the stupidest thing they had ever tried to do and that was after studying the books about what had been done before when they had the freedom to explore their abilities.
The dragon shifted, looking as though it was waking from sleep. A shimmering mist surrounded the creature and, still with his teeth buried into his bottom lip, Aeron shivered. He looked over at Enna, who was staring with her forehead furrowed in confusion. Every other one of his colleagues had the same expression on their face. Breathing deeply he did his best to stay calm, working through all the possibilities as logically as possible, but he’d never before heard of a shimmering mist. From the other side of the room came the sound of someone scribbling frantically in a notebook.
“Where am I?” a male voice asked from the centre of the room, which was surprising as Aeron would have sworn they hadn’t given the creature vocal cords capable of speech.
Silence filled the room. “You’re on Kalinia,” Enna eventually replied, sounding much calmer than Aeron felt.
“What is Kalinia?”
“It’s the world of the fae.”
“Why am I here?”
After a longer silence Enna, with a tremor in her voice, said, “We created you.”
Unexpected laughter filled the room. “That was stupid,” the dragon replied, once it had finished laughing, amusement still filling its voice. “Do you have plans to create any others?”
Aeron looked once more at the crystal jars. Originally the plan had been to create six dragons, if the first worked out, but he didn’t think their experiment could be called a success. The shimmering mist still surrounded the creature, although it did appear to be slowly dissipating, and he was certain he could just see the body of a man instead of the body of a dragon, which should have been impossible.
“Yes, we did.” Enna seemed to have calmed herself again before answering the question. “There were to be six of you.”
“Did?” The dragon sounded unhappy with the word. “I would prefer it if you went along with your plan. Six is a good number.”
“I…” Enna breathed in deeply. “That may not be a good idea.”
The dragon laughed again. “You’ve already made the mistake of creating me.” It sat up, proving that Aeron had been right. “If you chose not to make more of my race when you have already created their king…” Shrugging, the man that had once been a dragon smiled. “That would make me very unhappy.”
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.