Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37315504-20181213182820/@comment-26380985-20190516033303

When my conscience returned, I looked at myself and soon found out. I became a dragon. I was a bit surprised at how I knew this, but it seems that dragons have a very different perception of themselves. My first attitude in the new way was to fly, as high as I could, it was sensational, I wanted to tell everybody, but in this new way the noises of the city, cacophony, was annoying, very, very annoying, this by far, I only imagine as it would be to be close to that.

I spent the night looking for a place to sleep, I ended up opting for a cave, sleeping on the hard floor was not affordable, but I missed a bed. the next morning I feel a strange impulse, I went as far as it took me, what I found at the end of the path was a precious stone, but it was not any stone, that stone had some magical power within it. They say that dragons have a kind of attraction for treasures and magical artifacts, it seems to be true.

The days went by and I had to look at how to occupy my time. I learned to do various things, cook, sew, work with wood, metal, stone and I also read several things, it seems strange, but dragons have a very long life time, really long. When I realized it was 500 years, my cave was practically a house from the inside, with furniture, shelves of treasures and even a kitchen, I did it all alone, I admit that I have a certain pride in my work, but who does not does that in 500 years?

The people of the place sort of began to worship me or something, since a battalion of Order soldiers appeared demanding tributes and I frightened them, I always thought that the soldiers of the Order were more dangerous, but to me they are practically dead weight. I think that's it, the life of a dragon is pretty calm up.