Written for SKM in response to a prompt asking for stories about kid!Dragonborn.

When she was twelve, she leapt off the roof of her house.

It was because she knew she'd be safe. She could fly. She would fly. She had to. She was supposed to have wings, but she'd been born to the wrong body by mistake.

She wondered what had happened to the human-soul in the bird-body. Or maybe it was something cooler, like a dragon. It would be so awesome to have a dragon body instead of this human body. Then maybe she could beat the other kids up instead of getting beaten.

Thoughts about mixed-up souls filled her heads as she soared through the air. About the meaning of life, and the purpose of the soul. These thoughts flew from her head when she hit the ground. Hard.

She was sobbing when they found her. But it wasn't because of the broken arm she cradled against her chest. It wasn't due to the chipped tooth, or any of the other list of injuries from her fall.

It was because she'd been wrong.

She couldn't fly.