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Great. How did I get here? Damned fairy folk. Aeron sat were he was, trying to become conscious of his surroundings. Every time he fell asleep in the forest, they did something like this. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? he thought to himself. As he stretched, he noticed something wasn’t quite right. His cape was sticking to his arms. Cape? Arms?

Follow up:

After letting out a roar, and cursing the fairy folk for turning him into another dragon, Aeron shouted out to the heavens for Angel. She did not answer. He had just found her, days before he went on the hunt. He promised her that he would be back before the solstice. The quest was placed on him, as it usually was, by that damned wizard Jolan. Gods, how Aeron hated magic. He could not escape it. He spent a lifetime learning to be a strong warrior. No magic can do that. He hated magic. After a few moments of anger, Aeron jumped out away from the rocks he was on, and suddenly realized, he hated heights too.

Jolan sat at his desk, looking at the swirls of color on the scry-stone. “Good, Aeron is looking for me” Jolan announced to Charles. “What?!?” said Charles, apparent fear in his voice. “Charles,” said Jolan, “I thought demons were braver than that”. Charles looked up from the scry-stone, and simply said, “Dragons.” Jolan knew the fear of dragons that demons had, and knew that Aeron would not hesitate to dispatch any demon, especially now that he was a dragon. “If Aeron finds out that it was my clan that turned him into a dragon,” Charles was saying, “you know what he’ll do to me.” Jolan smirked at him, and said, “Yes, I know. Don’t worry so much Charles, I have every confidence in your ability to stay out of Aeron’s reach.” Jolan was concerned about this plot, and a little uneasy about Dragon, Human, and Demon alliances. Too many species, and too much history between them. The tribunal of clans would have one chance at this. Only one chance to save our world. “Besides, Charles, Aeron is looking for me, not you.”

Aeron soared over the forest canopy, searching for wizards, or fairy. He was going to find out what this was all about. Someone was going to pay for this. Something caught Aeron’s attention, and without thinking, he turned his head towards the movement. What was it that H’Lorn had said about dragon flight? Oh yeah, “When you are traveling at high velocities,” the old dragon lectured, “you use your head, and neck to make small adjustments in flight.” Aeron remembered this lesson as he crashed through the trees, and onto the forest floor.

H’Lorn barely lifted an eyebrow as he heard Aeron crashing through the trees. “Here, Aeron…”, said H’Lorn, “I’m in the cave.” Aeron sat up, “Aghh….I hate flying. H’Lorn, do you know what this is about?” H’Lorn let out a sigh, and said, “Aeron, I am busy. And since you do not see fit to remember what I have already taught you, I see no reason to speak any more words to you” H’Lorn knew this would get to Aeron, and he really did enjoy picking on the youngster. “I remembered the lessons, H’Lorn,” Aeron said to the elder dragon. “I just didn’t remember in time is all.” H’Lorn smiled. Aeron may have been a human, and a warrior, and as such, was considered a dragon hunter, but Aeron showed promise. H\'Lorn genuinely liked the boy. “What this is all about, my dear boy, is simply a matter of aero-dynamics.” H’Lorn said, knowing Aeron probably wouldn’t see the humor in this statement. He was right. Aeron stared at him blankly. “The who? Air demons? The Air demons did this?!?”, Aeron asked, getting excited. “Never mind, Aeron. I was referring to your aerial display.” Blank stare. H’Lorn smirked slightly, and continued, “I have been thinking on your unexpected transformation ever since your colorful use of fairy ancestry this morning woke the entire valley, and what the particular ramifications of this would …….” H’Lorn looked at Aeron, and after realizing that the boy was a little confused, simply finished with, “I’m working on it.” “Good,” Aeron replied, “I have no idea why I woke up on the mountain this way. I haven’t offended anyone, that I know of, or done anything wrong, that I know of.” H’Lorn was skeptical. “Let me see here. The last time you were changed into Dragon kind was for a very specific reason. This was, of course, sanctioned by the Counsel on special license to Jolan for the purpose of defeating the last of the dark necromancers. It was well documented. But this transformation is quite unexpected, and I have doubts as to it’s validity.” H’Lorn looked at Aeron, and for Aeron’s clarification, sighed and said “I don’t know.” Aeron heard H’Lorn say something about Jolan. “Ha, I knew that old mage had something to do with this!” H’Lorn looked at Aeron, and said that this may be true, but to be careful not to rush into anything. After a warning to the youngster, H’Lorn simply said “Seek out Jolan. He may have answers for you.”
‘I’ll find that old wizard, one way or another’ Aeron thought to himself as he tried navigating through the thick forest. Dragons didn’t do so well in heavily wooded areas, and preferred to avoid such places. This is why H’Lorn chose this area. Privacy. Damned dragons. Aeron knew where to begin searching for Jolan, and if he could just find a clearing large enough to take flight. Stupid trees! This was getting tiresome, and Aeron was just about to try tearing down a few trees to make his own clearing, when he came across one. Quite unexpectedly, Aeron found himself standing in the middle of a clearing with only a one thing standing in it. It looked like an outhouse. A small wooden structure, that would just be large enough for a man to.....well.....sit. Aeron looked at this structure with a curiosity that surprised him. ‘Hey, this is just a small shed. I need to get moving, er, flying.’
--To be continued.....