A hidden shrine is nestled up in the wooded mountain. The path is overgrown, and is watched by unseen eyes. The doors open to any who dare enter that echoing dark. This isn’t the first time you came here.

The shadows swirl in darkened chapels and silenced vaults, they were ready.
You made the pact, and promised something for their power.

Crossing the aisle, the price is named. You recoil, but this is one bargain you won’t be able to renege on. Sooty, insubstantial tendrils seize you, and collect their due. Their darkness stains you, filling you with power, and regret.

Your humanity is pulled away, and their gift of scales and wings replace it. The first roar echoes through the aging halls, and out to the overgrown mountains. A new dragon’s roar, the dirge of a life lost, and herald of a new one begun.

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Everybody knows there’s something in the shadows…
Commissioned by myanmor-1
+Dragon Commissions+
Photoshop
2016
~Age