Becoming The Dragon: https://www.amazon.com/Becoming-Dra.....F619/ref=nodl_


By  driftingdragon

An amazing piece showing a scene near the end of Becoming The Dragon by Alex Sapegin. The brand-new gold dragon Kerrovitar (formerly Andy) steps out into the world for the first time as a dragon.

The Dragon Inside series revolves around a young man named Andy Kerimov, whose father works on teleportation technology for the Russian government. One day, Andy accidentally gets sucked into the teleporter and is transported to a strange and magical world called Ilanta. Many adventures and misadventures ensue in this 5-book series, including him being turned into a dragon. He discovers his true self and place in the world.



Excerpt. SPOILERS!!!!!

The sun was shining brightly, its golden rays peeking into the cave and splitting into fragments when they touched the polished sides of the stalagmites. His internal clock said 12 in the afternoon. Karegar and Jagirra were running late, it seemed; apparently, the Rum’s wife’s labor was a difficult one. The fireplace had burned out, but Andy did not feel the cold at all. He caught a warm ray of sunshine on the tip of his nose and, following it like a trail, left the cave. A nice, cool breeze played with the tiny hairs on his wings and refreshed his flushed body. From the height of the cliff’s edge, there was a breathtaking view of the valley, fading into a bluish haze and surrounded by white-capped mountains. To the left, a brook babbled with pristine clarity and freezing cold water. The creek had its beginning at the foot of the alpine glacier and, oddly meandering along the gentle slope, flowed to the bottom. Near the cave entrance, the mountainside took a sharp plunge, and the brook cascaded downward from the height of 300 feet in a flurry of rainbow sparkles. The brook flowed into a wide lake that began in the mist hundreds of feet from the ledge and disappeared into the shroud of vapors. A tiny fishing vessel flashed once, just for a moment, and then was lost in the foggy haze. Beyond the brook, tall pines crowded in the distance. To the right, a comfy, well-trodden trail climbed to a wide, flat area that went from the cave to an age-old pine forest. There, it disappeared into the shadows of the spreading pine boughs. Dark green pine tips stretched upward for miles, gradually growing sparser and giving way to even squares and rectangles of cultivated fields. Beyond that, the peaked roofs of village houses could be seen. “So beautiful! Sooo nice!” the young dragon said to himself, noisily taking the air into his nostrils. He opened his wings to their full width and lifted himself up onto his hind legs. The dark stone was lit up with a thousand colored highlights reflecting off his scales. Little prisms flashed in the centers of his wings. The young dragon turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees and stared at his own back. The rays of sunlight played on the notches of his scales and the translucent membranes of his wings as on faceted crystal, dancing here and there, flashing with brilliantly colored light. Whimsically twisting his neck, Andy examined his new self. Despite his impressions, he looked different from the outside than what he had gathered from settage and true vision. He liked his new look. The main color of his scales was gold. A design of blue, green and black scales wound along his whole body like a harmonious floral ornament or an intricate, colorful tattoo. The design was full of whorls. The colors intertwined, alternating. Two black stripes ran symmetrically along his chest, covered by large, diamond-shaped scales to the left and to the right. Little crests ran along his neck, disappearing toward his back and then reappearing near the base of his tail, where the one row turned into two. He wished he had a mirror or at least a sheet of glass to see his reflection. His snout required a thorough examination, head-on and in profile. It occurred to him that he could check out the shadow of his face on the ground. Andy looked down. The lake! That was as good as any mirror. Humorously hopping with impatience, he scurried down the well-trodden path below.