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I had this wierd dream last night, it was quite interesting, if scary. I dreamed that I was a dragon. It was so much fun to soar around and...I actually breathed fire! It seemed to be more than a dream though. I started out in my room, and I felt that I was too constricted there, so I went out on my balcony in Drakken Manor, where I live. My father is Lord Dracorius Knight XX, I am his first son, so have his name. I don't know why we name our first borns Dracorius, we just do.

I decided to record this because it might be fun to read about this kind of thing when I'm older. Anyway, I went out on the balcony, and looked at the stars. Then, all of a sudden, I was in the air. I looked around and saw my claws and tail and wings. Amazed, I thought, "Wings? I have wings? And a tail?" However, that wasn't all I saw. I could see every detail of each house, even from the height I was at. I could hear the wind, and, past that, the merest rustle of a small rodent on the ground below.

As I roared out my amazement, I was more amazed at the noise. Why did I have such a deep voice? What was happening? I swooped then to view myself in the lake that I knew was a couple miles from the Manor. Uppon viewing myself, as a large dragon, I was even more amazed, though I still had my blue-grey eyes. I was happy that I still had those.

Slowly, I became aware of another thought process. There was something else in my mind. There was an instict to hunt. I fought it, I didn't want to eat anything, but the impulse was too strong. I won't go into what happened, the memory sickens me. However, the hunt its self was exhilarating. What happened afterwards sickens me now. What sickens me more, is the fact that I enjoyed it at the time.

Then, I flew back to my window and, the...other...thoughts and feelings drifted sleepily away. I remember now waking up on the floor by the door leading to the balcony. I don't remember going there outside of my dream, but I don't know the significance. It couldn't have been real, could it? I decided not to tell my father, I don't know how he'd react. If he heard what I did to that deer...I shiver at the thought at what he might think. That I am a monster, or worse, a demon.

Not that people don't accuse me of that already, my father has wings, leathery wings at that. However, I can't believe my father is a demon, after all, he was one of the nicest people I know. Not nice when I does something bad, but nice all other times.

Well, I woke up and went down stairs, and there was Teowyn, my sister. She asked if I was hungry, but I didn't want food, I didn't want to think about food. I sat down in the study and thought about the exhilaration of flying. The brilliant feeling that brings my joy to the fore in my mind.

It was like being free. I could go anywhere I chose with ease. It was a beautiful feeling.