Are you ready? Shezmon's thoughts sounded calmer than he was, though he was certain Nur'mek'Zasha could feel his anxiety.
I am as ready as I ever shall become, Shezmon Zorak'Dhorr. It may be a shock to us both, but let us begin.
The visage of the Red Dragon Disciple blanched as the dragon's overwhelming mind grasped his. With a flurry of memories, a whirlwind of locations seen and battles fougth, memories flooded through Shezmon's chaotic consciousness, memories of burnt villages, studies in his chamber, his childhood on the village ravaged by the Empire.. His form twitched, his eyes bulged, and he fell down, writhing as his transformation began to progress. The Dragonkin's hands slapped the burnt soil as the small studs of bone in his forehead elongated into sharp points, reaching forth and then bending backwards, three additional feet of curved bone as a floating frame around his matted hair. Black, tribal-like shapes burnt into his chins, wild caricatures of reptiles and flames etching down his neck and onto his torso and arms. As the curving, sharp lines drew onto his fingers, there was an additional rustle, his small wings elongating into perpetually burning leather wings.His mind raced, aeons of life in damp caverns flashing before him, the viewpoints of a draconic creature seeping into his mind, and when the transformation slowed, a million hours were his to behold. Trembling, he ascended to his knees, and he realized that the bond between him and the Dragon had grown beyond simple contact. Shezmon, one of the Chosen now worthy of his title, realized that he had become a sibling once again. The feeling of brotherhood returning into his ravaged mind, he buried his face in his hands, crying away his pain and mourning.
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