You know how they say that your life passes before your eyes before you die? Well, I got the full review. And the annoying part? It wasn’t even very interesting. Outside of my magickal studies, which started around my fourteenth birthday, I had never done anything really exciting.

Granted, when you receive an albino lion as a familiar for Christmas, normal life gets pretty mundane. But, really, I’d never gone to a dance in high school. I’d never had a date. I’d never been drunk (though flinging lightning bolts with a thought doesn’t lend itself to being out of control). It was thoroughly depressing!

You… You actually… That hurt! It sounded surprised, which is something that doesn’t happen very often to a dragon. It’s eyes narrowed dangerously. A low, decidedly threatening growl rumbled somewhere deep in its chest.

It sniffed me, once, twice, three times. It’s eyes grew wide, and it scuttled back, hissing.

Not possible! How did you do it, human?! Where did you get a dragon’s soul?!

I… Huh?!