Prologue

I was born in fire...

Everything I touch turns black:

Green fields, purple fragile flowers,

They all wither under my touch.

The firm strings of a violin, the glossy black and white piano keys,

They crumble too.

The fresh breeze of the morning and the flower scented wind of the night,

They burst in flames.

And the little squirrels, the fluffy cats, the innocent pandas,

They turn into blood...

I am fire. I am death. I am destruction of both land and sky.

I was born in fire...

~.~

The legend says that there are nine types of Dragons- The Earth, Wind, Water, Light, Darkness, Fire, Spiritual, Celestial and the Dragon King. Of course, the legend admits that most of the dragons have disappeared due to too many wars. No one knows if there has ever been a Spiritual Dragon or a Celestial. Or what it even means anymore. Some say that the Spiritual controlled weather and the spirits of the world. Some say that they were troublemakers. The Celestial is a complete mystery. It is also said that the Celestial, Spiritual and Dragon King are upperclass dragons, while the rest are common dragons.

The most common ones are Earth, Wind, Water and Fire. No one knows if there were light or dark dragons back in the old days. And then...the four elements vanished too. As humanity got stronger, in order to shield its existence and its evolution, they asked twelve brave knights to seal the mythical creatures in a different world. The secret died with them. No human being is aware of lies under their feet, what the land they're massacring has seen or borne. For them, it's a pink flowery world.

That's why...I want to walk the earth again.

I live in the Underworld- a plane of existence where the dry hills seem neverending, where the volcanos never sleep, where the sky is covered by thick black clouds and ashes float in the air. It's like our own personal Hell. I guess, in a way you could call it that. It's the place where all the demons hide- all the creatures of the night, all the creatures inside your fairytales books. We are all here, jammed in a place that has no limits, no time and no real space.

That why...I want to become stronger.

Here, nothing stops a giant to tear apart a demon child, no one does anything when the ghosts keep stealing the head of dullahans. No justice. No order. No feelings at all. It's pure chaos. It's not like I am much of a hero myself- after all, I am here too. Just that I find this scenery dull. I've been watching for centuries, guarded by the warm embrace of the Great Volcano- the place I can, more or less, call home- and nothing ever changes.

That's why...I want to become human.

Ah, yes. I've figured if I managed to become human, this whole world would reject me and let me live on earth. As I may not know if it's true or not, I think it's worth a shot to get rid of my hard orange scales, sharp claws and large orange wings in favour of smooth human skin. My breath would not flame anyone around ten miles radius. My skin would not make yours crawl as you'd set eyes on it. I'd be able to gently pick a flower, to hold a cat in my lap and pet it, to hold someone and love them.

I wouldn't be made of fire... of death... of war.

The world I see now is engulfed in enormous flames, blood and greed. I was born in the heart of a volcano before humanity even started showing itself. I have forgotten how long has been since then and in return, humanity's forgotten about me.

I want to rise again!

A low growl forms in the depth of my throat. How does one become human? Can I become human? Rising my head from the lava that surrounded me a moment ago, I push myself out of the volcano. I've been sleeping for too long in there. Time to rise. Time to conquer.

Time to change...

A.N.: This fanfic is a request from DragonGirl9897 from dA. I told my watchers there that since my 3 years anniversary was coming, I'd accept free requests. R&R! Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.