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Robert Lane had spent years trying to find the Temple of Diaspora. But sacrifice comes with reward, and Lane has sacrificed much...
My first attempt at writing an actual TF fiction piece. I started out with something I knew I'd be into, so I could give it my best shot. It's not much, but it's definitely a strong start I'm proud of.
It should have been the best day of Lane’s life.
And, for all intensive purposes, it was. He’d found it, after years of research and meticulous planning, which proved, once and for all, that the lost temple of Diaspora was not, in fact, lost.
The temple itself was a complete mystery. The only concrete reference he could ever find was a single mention of the name in an ancient Hindi text, with no hints of the temple itself. But after years of meticulously sifting through what little evidence he could find, carbon dating and studying artifacts and texts from similar temples found, Lane thought he’d finally managed to put a location to the myth.
Eastern India. Which was outrageous, considering the temple mentioned was clearly Roman, but matched perfectly with the temple’s name. And that was exactly the problem. A Roman temple, some time after the Roman empire even collapsed, in Eastern India. And if the myth was correct, for centuries after Rome split, which made this offshoot of Western Romans almost as hardy as the Byzantine Empire.
Scientists had laughed and scowled, calling this a “fool’s errand” or “the biggest mistake of his career.” They’d all claimed he’d search for his entire life or die trying, and went back to their studies on the Yucatan or Egypt.
Lane disagreed.
As he cut through the dense undergrowth of the forest, wiping the sweat from his brow, he thought back on the myth. The legend, inscribed in a stone tablet in Macedonia, that had triggered this entire escapade.
The legend told of a mighty dragon, Diaspora. Fearsome and untamed, but benevolent, a protector. He helped the Romans in the area (unknown what they were doing so far from their native Mediterranean empire) by being a protector, a guardian. In return, the Romans treated him as a god, building an entire temple in his name smack dab in the middle of a bustling city, whose name was truly lost to time. Diaspora (the name was most likely a result of a poor translation of the tablet) had remained as the city’s protector for hundreds of years, but somewhere around the 1300’s, it simply… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. Both the city and the dragon were never heard from again, buried by the reaches of history.
Until now.
As Lane cut the last few leaves out of the way with his machete, the temple finally revealed itself. Massive stone pillars, a clear indication of Roman architecture, lined the front, overtaken by centuries of plant growth and weathering, some toppled over and completely swallowed by the earth. From the outside, it almost looked like a cathedral of sorts, a massive circular chamber attached to the front entrance, the roof completely caved in over time.
He stopped, taking out a portable camera and switching it on. He’d come so far, from translating that stone tablet with his buddy Michael those several years back, to finally stepping foot on the fabled Temple of Diaspora. The Lost Roman Temple, and with an equally powerful myth to match.
>>”This is archaeologist Robert Lane, recording this video live from India to show that I have, in fact, discovered the Lost Temple of Diaspora! Look at it, absolutely beautiful… supposedly home to an offshoot of the Romans worshipping a dragon! A wonderful myth, but I’m only here for the history. Imagine how many generations of diasporic Romans lived here… Wow. The name truly does fit.”<<
Sweeping the camera around, Lane guessed the grounds had at one time been a beautiful, luscious garden, complete with all manner of vegetation from the East Indian coast. But now, over seven hundred years later, he was surprised that the flowers, trees and vines had left any of the original temple grounds intact. He took his time, studying each of the many overgrown, twisted trees, surprised to see Olive trees this far south. Of course they were an important part of Roman culture, but how had they survived this far south? How had they gotten here still alive?
After giving the grounds a thorough sweep, making sure to record as much as possible for documentation, he ended up back at the entrance. The birds, early afternoon sounds adding to the peaceful atmosphere, were the only other signs of life in this place.
>>”This temple is massive… Supposedly, this temple is where the dragon himself was housed! Imagine that! If only it was real. I wonder what local creature they found that inspired the myth? Maybe we’ll find evidence inside!”<<
And before he could talk himself out of it, Lane stepped into the dilapidated temple, camera rolling all the while.
Somehow, it was even bigger on the inside.
He slowly turned, taking everything in. From the nearly pristine carvings on the inner walls, to the streaks of sunlight streaming through gaps in the stone roof. Animals had been the only ones to tread this ground for hundreds of years, and he felt honored to be the human to break that tradition.
But deeper into the temple, a golden glint drew his eye. After a few seconds of not seeing it again, he chose to ignore it, instead studying the foyer even closer.
It wasn’t a complex building by any means, only a single circular antechamber connected to the foyer, but the foyer alone was nearly as big as a football field, studded with more Roman pillars and podiums, all adorned with statues and carvings of the dragon.
Lane ran his hand along one of the dragon statues, only being able to reach its claws since it was much taller than he was. He wished he could see what creature inspired such a myth, especially one to have inspired such overweight, seven-limbed statues in its honor.
>>”These carvings… they look almost untouched. White marble, from the looks and feels of it, but surely they’d be a lot more weathered by now…? Maybe the temple only started collapsing a lot more recently?”<<
There it was again. That glint from the antechamber. This time, it persisted, and Lane decided it was time to move on.
The antechamber was massive. From the looks of it, if the foyer was a football field, then the antechamber was the entire stadium, including the parking lot. Almost a square acre of nothing but stone walls, and glancing up, he saw nothing but the open sky above.
>>”Absolutely wonderful! This temple is one of the biggest ones we’ve found so far, which makes sense considering the myth! Apparently they designed this chamber open to the sky, not closed like I originally thought. Oh, this find is huge! It might even be a bigger find than Dholavira!”<<
Lane didn’t have much time to ponder the scale of his find, though.
The glint, coming from the center of the room, demanded his attention. Demanded it so wholly and so urgently, that he folded his camera and stuffed it into his backpack, finally walking towards it. Directly in the center of the room, propped up on a short marble podium, lay a tiny gold statuette of a dragon, bathed in a ray of sunlight that reflected off it in every direction. A rather hefty one, at that, sitting up and staring proudly towards the sun, displaying it’s sizeable paunch to the world.
Yet, the statue was completely intact. Both it and the podium were spotless, not even so much as a crack on either of them. The gold shone as if it had just been cleaned; the white marble could have easily passed a tissue test. No dirt, no grime, no deformations… nothing.
Lane pulled out his camera again, thinking it over He took his backpack off and set it down next to the podium, trying to get the dragon from every angle.
>>”What… is this thing? It can’t be a part of the… temple…? It’s too new, someone’s had to have been here…”<<
Slowly, steadily, he reached out towards it.
As soon as his fingers made contact, he jerked back, dropping the camera from the sudden electric shock.
>>”Aah! Shit! Must have some static… Oh, where’d that damn camera go…”<<
He blindly groped around for it, not feeling the subtle pop in his shoulder as he bent down.
>>”Come on, where’s it-”<<
He froze.
His finger… the one that’d touched the statue. Some kind of dark rash was forming on it. An itchy one, at that. How had he not noticed it before?
But as he watched, it kept spreading. Getting darker. Growing…
Scales?
As his entire hand started to make concerning popping and crunching noises, fingers growing thicker and fingernails sharpening into powerful claws, he started to panic. Something was happening to him, something from-
Something from the statue.
Lane lunged back towards the statue, abandoning his search for the camera.
>>”No, nononono! What’s happening, what the hell are you doing to me!?”<<
He grabbed the statue again, this time with both hands, only to drop it again as a more powerful shock coursed through both his arms, almost knocking him over. He fell onto the podium for support, groaning as both of his arms started to gain significant muscle from the aftershocks. As the claws on his rapidly growing talons gripped the podium, gouging the stone, the sheer size of his arms started to rip his sleeves.
>>”Oh god… Oh god, what is this!? What’s happening to me?!?”<<
He turned his talons over, staring in horror as the skin continued to darken into pitch black scales. His fingers gave a few more pops, settling into a much more draconic set of front talons, complete with deadly, wickedly curved claws to match. One talon alone could have grabbed the podium in a death grip, and it took everything in him not to accidentally rip it out of the floor, even as his arms continued to swell with pure muscle.
As he tried to scamper away, his foot hit something on the ground, sending a shockwave up his right leg. Completely disproportionate with his upper body, he yelped, sending him tumbling directly onto the golden statue, which only sent more shockwaves through his transforming body. His feet swelled within his shoes, bulging against the confines of the thick leather as he growled, a deep, guttural sound. A few cracks within his chest, and his shirt started tearing at the seams as his ribcage barrelled, growing stronger with muscle with every growing second.
>>”No! No, make it- make- Grrr! Make it stop!”<<
He tried to get up, tried to use his massive forelegs to lift himself up, but the sensations within his stomach, the rearranging of his organs as his torso swelled, muscle, fat and scales dragging him back down to the stone floor. His legs cracked under their own weight, bending forward into a digitigrade stance as his thighs contorted, gaining more muscle than his shorts could handle. His clothing was barely holding on, his shirt ripping more and more as his chest gained thick, armored plates, shredding the fabric even further. He barely had the strength to push himself up as a small nub began to form behind him, and two on his shoulder blades.
>>“This… this is… madness…”<<
His voice. His voice was deeper. A lot deeper. As his neck cracked forward, new vertebrae adding themselves to his spine in three places, he growled, feeling it deep within his still-transforming chest.
He chuckled.
>>”Heh… heheh. This is… good…”<<
His shoes finally burst from the stress, allowing his feet to push and grow even further, claws sliding from the massive hind talons. His skin ballooned on the bottoms of both talons, muting the feeling of cold stone as paw pads formed. Black, iridescent scales ate their way across his legs as they grew to beyond anything Lane had ever thought possible.
>>”Yes… Yes! This feels good! More! I want… MORE!”<<
His tail, thick and well-muscled, continued to grow out behind him, as well as his wings on his back. He coughed as his innards finished rearranging, balking slightly at the sudden fireball launched from his face.
This warmth… as his torso finished barreling out, his shirt long gone by now, he could feel this warmth deep within his stomach. As his talons slowed down, he wobblily got to all fours, realizing how much taller he was standing now. Almost to the ceiling, and still growing! His legs were still lengthening, bones grinding and rearranging as muscle piled onto his form. One of his arms was bigger around than his entire torso had been, and yet it still wasn’t stopping.
A sudden pressure in his skull. Almost like a sneeze, but not quite. He gripped the wall, feeling his skull start to crack and contort, pulling out and bringing his entire face with it.
>>”Ahh… Ah, shit, this- this hurts-...”<<
Longer, flatter, more reptilian. His face contorted into a dragon’s snout, a pair of magnificent horns forming above his rapidly shrinking ears. He managed to steal a glance back at his body, seeing his wings and tail stop their growth and begin to scale up.
Pressure… Building…
As his snout clicked into place, he felt the sneeze come. Trying to hold it back was no use, as he sent a massive fireball over this shoulder with a massive >>”ACHOO!”<<
He panted. Everything was slowing down. His limbs finished packing on muscle, leaving him a million times stronger than he’d been before. Scales covered the leftover skin patches on his back, his tail, his face, as the armored plates continued to thicken on his stomach, shoulders and thighs. The pressure was alleviating, being slowly replaced by a steady itch as he was covered in iridescent black scales that caught the light into beautiful rainbows.
>>”Oh… Oh my god… Oh my god… Holy… Shit…”<<
As the scales finished forming, the itch slowly diminishing, Lane stood up to his full height, almost as tall as the antechamber walls. He slowly unfurled his wings, getting used to the sensation of having seven limbs as opposed to four.
He was…
Massive.
Lane could feel new instincts awakening in his mind. Protect. Serve. Find civilization, and make sure no-one got hurt. But he knew the closest city was miles and miles away, and besides, he could barely walk like this, let alone fly…
A small gold glint caught his eye again. He glanced down at that small, inconspicuous dragon statuette, glinting up at him so innocently. With a quick huff, he tried to pick it up, only just managing to hook it around one of his massive claws and scoop it up. Staring at his reflection in the dragon’s paunch, he was… strangely pleased at what he saw. A massive, well-muscled black dragon, with armored plates across much of his body and underbelly in a light red. He brought the statue closer to his face, marvelling at the length of his own snout he could see right in front of his eyes, and how the deep red irises reflected so perfectly in the smooth gold.
Strangely, it took a moment before he felt that static pulse again. A deep gurgle roiled from within his stomach, and he dropped the statuette in shock as he felt fat pack itself over the newly formed muscle, giving him his own considerable paunch. Nowhere near as impressive as the statuette’s, but as he gently laid a plump talon on his expanding stomach, he could feel the gurgles and rumbles from deep within him.
Luckily for him, it didn’t last long at all. He was left with a considerable amount of heft, nothing enough to immobilize him, but more than enough to become a nuisance.
Well. Flying was definitely off the table now.
He could still move without any problems, which he tested by trying to walk a lap around the antechamber, but his gut now hung down a little ways, and his thighs rubbed against it as he got the hang of walking. One talon, then another, then another-
He sat down, feeling his sizeable stomach once more.
>>”Something I never could have expected… Maybe the statue was the dragon all along…? But why… me? Why this?”<<
Something he could have never factored in. Magic. Magic, in a world of science and proven fact. Ancient magic, lost to time, and he’d managed to kick the cycle back into motion.
A small part of him felt… honored. He held a form that had been considered that of a god for centuries. His entire purpose was to protect, to nurture, to defend. He could think of no better life to live, than to do nothing but keep others from harm. A much more noble cause than living a laughingstock, treated as dirt by his colleagues for almost a decade.
No. Robert Lane had a purpose now.
As he picked himself up, managing to saunter his way through the foyer, the camera caught the glint from the fallen statue, along with Lane’s last words.
>>”Diaspora… I really need a better name.”<<
My first attempt at writing an actual TF fiction piece. I started out with something I knew I'd be into, so I could give it my best shot. It's not much, but it's definitely a strong start I'm proud of.
It should have been the best day of Lane’s life.
And, for all intensive purposes, it was. He’d found it, after years of research and meticulous planning, which proved, once and for all, that the lost temple of Diaspora was not, in fact, lost.
The temple itself was a complete mystery. The only concrete reference he could ever find was a single mention of the name in an ancient Hindi text, with no hints of the temple itself. But after years of meticulously sifting through what little evidence he could find, carbon dating and studying artifacts and texts from similar temples found, Lane thought he’d finally managed to put a location to the myth.
Eastern India. Which was outrageous, considering the temple mentioned was clearly Roman, but matched perfectly with the temple’s name. And that was exactly the problem. A Roman temple, some time after the Roman empire even collapsed, in Eastern India. And if the myth was correct, for centuries after Rome split, which made this offshoot of Western Romans almost as hardy as the Byzantine Empire.
Scientists had laughed and scowled, calling this a “fool’s errand” or “the biggest mistake of his career.” They’d all claimed he’d search for his entire life or die trying, and went back to their studies on the Yucatan or Egypt.
Lane disagreed.
As he cut through the dense undergrowth of the forest, wiping the sweat from his brow, he thought back on the myth. The legend, inscribed in a stone tablet in Macedonia, that had triggered this entire escapade.
The legend told of a mighty dragon, Diaspora. Fearsome and untamed, but benevolent, a protector. He helped the Romans in the area (unknown what they were doing so far from their native Mediterranean empire) by being a protector, a guardian. In return, the Romans treated him as a god, building an entire temple in his name smack dab in the middle of a bustling city, whose name was truly lost to time. Diaspora (the name was most likely a result of a poor translation of the tablet) had remained as the city’s protector for hundreds of years, but somewhere around the 1300’s, it simply… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. Both the city and the dragon were never heard from again, buried by the reaches of history.
Until now.
As Lane cut the last few leaves out of the way with his machete, the temple finally revealed itself. Massive stone pillars, a clear indication of Roman architecture, lined the front, overtaken by centuries of plant growth and weathering, some toppled over and completely swallowed by the earth. From the outside, it almost looked like a cathedral of sorts, a massive circular chamber attached to the front entrance, the roof completely caved in over time.
He stopped, taking out a portable camera and switching it on. He’d come so far, from translating that stone tablet with his buddy Michael those several years back, to finally stepping foot on the fabled Temple of Diaspora. The Lost Roman Temple, and with an equally powerful myth to match.
>>”This is archaeologist Robert Lane, recording this video live from India to show that I have, in fact, discovered the Lost Temple of Diaspora! Look at it, absolutely beautiful… supposedly home to an offshoot of the Romans worshipping a dragon! A wonderful myth, but I’m only here for the history. Imagine how many generations of diasporic Romans lived here… Wow. The name truly does fit.”<<
Sweeping the camera around, Lane guessed the grounds had at one time been a beautiful, luscious garden, complete with all manner of vegetation from the East Indian coast. But now, over seven hundred years later, he was surprised that the flowers, trees and vines had left any of the original temple grounds intact. He took his time, studying each of the many overgrown, twisted trees, surprised to see Olive trees this far south. Of course they were an important part of Roman culture, but how had they survived this far south? How had they gotten here still alive?
After giving the grounds a thorough sweep, making sure to record as much as possible for documentation, he ended up back at the entrance. The birds, early afternoon sounds adding to the peaceful atmosphere, were the only other signs of life in this place.
>>”This temple is massive… Supposedly, this temple is where the dragon himself was housed! Imagine that! If only it was real. I wonder what local creature they found that inspired the myth? Maybe we’ll find evidence inside!”<<
And before he could talk himself out of it, Lane stepped into the dilapidated temple, camera rolling all the while.
———Somehow, it was even bigger on the inside.
He slowly turned, taking everything in. From the nearly pristine carvings on the inner walls, to the streaks of sunlight streaming through gaps in the stone roof. Animals had been the only ones to tread this ground for hundreds of years, and he felt honored to be the human to break that tradition.
But deeper into the temple, a golden glint drew his eye. After a few seconds of not seeing it again, he chose to ignore it, instead studying the foyer even closer.
It wasn’t a complex building by any means, only a single circular antechamber connected to the foyer, but the foyer alone was nearly as big as a football field, studded with more Roman pillars and podiums, all adorned with statues and carvings of the dragon.
Lane ran his hand along one of the dragon statues, only being able to reach its claws since it was much taller than he was. He wished he could see what creature inspired such a myth, especially one to have inspired such overweight, seven-limbed statues in its honor.
>>”These carvings… they look almost untouched. White marble, from the looks and feels of it, but surely they’d be a lot more weathered by now…? Maybe the temple only started collapsing a lot more recently?”<<
There it was again. That glint from the antechamber. This time, it persisted, and Lane decided it was time to move on.
The antechamber was massive. From the looks of it, if the foyer was a football field, then the antechamber was the entire stadium, including the parking lot. Almost a square acre of nothing but stone walls, and glancing up, he saw nothing but the open sky above.
>>”Absolutely wonderful! This temple is one of the biggest ones we’ve found so far, which makes sense considering the myth! Apparently they designed this chamber open to the sky, not closed like I originally thought. Oh, this find is huge! It might even be a bigger find than Dholavira!”<<
Lane didn’t have much time to ponder the scale of his find, though.
The glint, coming from the center of the room, demanded his attention. Demanded it so wholly and so urgently, that he folded his camera and stuffed it into his backpack, finally walking towards it. Directly in the center of the room, propped up on a short marble podium, lay a tiny gold statuette of a dragon, bathed in a ray of sunlight that reflected off it in every direction. A rather hefty one, at that, sitting up and staring proudly towards the sun, displaying it’s sizeable paunch to the world.
Yet, the statue was completely intact. Both it and the podium were spotless, not even so much as a crack on either of them. The gold shone as if it had just been cleaned; the white marble could have easily passed a tissue test. No dirt, no grime, no deformations… nothing.
Lane pulled out his camera again, thinking it over He took his backpack off and set it down next to the podium, trying to get the dragon from every angle.
>>”What… is this thing? It can’t be a part of the… temple…? It’s too new, someone’s had to have been here…”<<
Slowly, steadily, he reached out towards it.
As soon as his fingers made contact, he jerked back, dropping the camera from the sudden electric shock.
>>”Aah! Shit! Must have some static… Oh, where’d that damn camera go…”<<
He blindly groped around for it, not feeling the subtle pop in his shoulder as he bent down.
>>”Come on, where’s it-”<<
He froze.
His finger… the one that’d touched the statue. Some kind of dark rash was forming on it. An itchy one, at that. How had he not noticed it before?
But as he watched, it kept spreading. Getting darker. Growing…
Scales?
As his entire hand started to make concerning popping and crunching noises, fingers growing thicker and fingernails sharpening into powerful claws, he started to panic. Something was happening to him, something from-
Something from the statue.
Lane lunged back towards the statue, abandoning his search for the camera.
>>”No, nononono! What’s happening, what the hell are you doing to me!?”<<
He grabbed the statue again, this time with both hands, only to drop it again as a more powerful shock coursed through both his arms, almost knocking him over. He fell onto the podium for support, groaning as both of his arms started to gain significant muscle from the aftershocks. As the claws on his rapidly growing talons gripped the podium, gouging the stone, the sheer size of his arms started to rip his sleeves.
>>”Oh god… Oh god, what is this!? What’s happening to me?!?”<<
He turned his talons over, staring in horror as the skin continued to darken into pitch black scales. His fingers gave a few more pops, settling into a much more draconic set of front talons, complete with deadly, wickedly curved claws to match. One talon alone could have grabbed the podium in a death grip, and it took everything in him not to accidentally rip it out of the floor, even as his arms continued to swell with pure muscle.
As he tried to scamper away, his foot hit something on the ground, sending a shockwave up his right leg. Completely disproportionate with his upper body, he yelped, sending him tumbling directly onto the golden statue, which only sent more shockwaves through his transforming body. His feet swelled within his shoes, bulging against the confines of the thick leather as he growled, a deep, guttural sound. A few cracks within his chest, and his shirt started tearing at the seams as his ribcage barrelled, growing stronger with muscle with every growing second.
>>”No! No, make it- make- Grrr! Make it stop!”<<
He tried to get up, tried to use his massive forelegs to lift himself up, but the sensations within his stomach, the rearranging of his organs as his torso swelled, muscle, fat and scales dragging him back down to the stone floor. His legs cracked under their own weight, bending forward into a digitigrade stance as his thighs contorted, gaining more muscle than his shorts could handle. His clothing was barely holding on, his shirt ripping more and more as his chest gained thick, armored plates, shredding the fabric even further. He barely had the strength to push himself up as a small nub began to form behind him, and two on his shoulder blades.
>>“This… this is… madness…”<<
His voice. His voice was deeper. A lot deeper. As his neck cracked forward, new vertebrae adding themselves to his spine in three places, he growled, feeling it deep within his still-transforming chest.
He chuckled.
>>”Heh… heheh. This is… good…”<<
His shoes finally burst from the stress, allowing his feet to push and grow even further, claws sliding from the massive hind talons. His skin ballooned on the bottoms of both talons, muting the feeling of cold stone as paw pads formed. Black, iridescent scales ate their way across his legs as they grew to beyond anything Lane had ever thought possible.
>>”Yes… Yes! This feels good! More! I want… MORE!”<<
His tail, thick and well-muscled, continued to grow out behind him, as well as his wings on his back. He coughed as his innards finished rearranging, balking slightly at the sudden fireball launched from his face.
This warmth… as his torso finished barreling out, his shirt long gone by now, he could feel this warmth deep within his stomach. As his talons slowed down, he wobblily got to all fours, realizing how much taller he was standing now. Almost to the ceiling, and still growing! His legs were still lengthening, bones grinding and rearranging as muscle piled onto his form. One of his arms was bigger around than his entire torso had been, and yet it still wasn’t stopping.
A sudden pressure in his skull. Almost like a sneeze, but not quite. He gripped the wall, feeling his skull start to crack and contort, pulling out and bringing his entire face with it.
>>”Ahh… Ah, shit, this- this hurts-...”<<
Longer, flatter, more reptilian. His face contorted into a dragon’s snout, a pair of magnificent horns forming above his rapidly shrinking ears. He managed to steal a glance back at his body, seeing his wings and tail stop their growth and begin to scale up.
Pressure… Building…
As his snout clicked into place, he felt the sneeze come. Trying to hold it back was no use, as he sent a massive fireball over this shoulder with a massive >>”ACHOO!”<<
He panted. Everything was slowing down. His limbs finished packing on muscle, leaving him a million times stronger than he’d been before. Scales covered the leftover skin patches on his back, his tail, his face, as the armored plates continued to thicken on his stomach, shoulders and thighs. The pressure was alleviating, being slowly replaced by a steady itch as he was covered in iridescent black scales that caught the light into beautiful rainbows.
>>”Oh… Oh my god… Oh my god… Holy… Shit…”<<
As the scales finished forming, the itch slowly diminishing, Lane stood up to his full height, almost as tall as the antechamber walls. He slowly unfurled his wings, getting used to the sensation of having seven limbs as opposed to four.
He was…
Massive.
Lane could feel new instincts awakening in his mind. Protect. Serve. Find civilization, and make sure no-one got hurt. But he knew the closest city was miles and miles away, and besides, he could barely walk like this, let alone fly…
A small gold glint caught his eye again. He glanced down at that small, inconspicuous dragon statuette, glinting up at him so innocently. With a quick huff, he tried to pick it up, only just managing to hook it around one of his massive claws and scoop it up. Staring at his reflection in the dragon’s paunch, he was… strangely pleased at what he saw. A massive, well-muscled black dragon, with armored plates across much of his body and underbelly in a light red. He brought the statue closer to his face, marvelling at the length of his own snout he could see right in front of his eyes, and how the deep red irises reflected so perfectly in the smooth gold.
Strangely, it took a moment before he felt that static pulse again. A deep gurgle roiled from within his stomach, and he dropped the statuette in shock as he felt fat pack itself over the newly formed muscle, giving him his own considerable paunch. Nowhere near as impressive as the statuette’s, but as he gently laid a plump talon on his expanding stomach, he could feel the gurgles and rumbles from deep within him.
Luckily for him, it didn’t last long at all. He was left with a considerable amount of heft, nothing enough to immobilize him, but more than enough to become a nuisance.
Well. Flying was definitely off the table now.
He could still move without any problems, which he tested by trying to walk a lap around the antechamber, but his gut now hung down a little ways, and his thighs rubbed against it as he got the hang of walking. One talon, then another, then another-
He sat down, feeling his sizeable stomach once more.
>>”Something I never could have expected… Maybe the statue was the dragon all along…? But why… me? Why this?”<<
Something he could have never factored in. Magic. Magic, in a world of science and proven fact. Ancient magic, lost to time, and he’d managed to kick the cycle back into motion.
A small part of him felt… honored. He held a form that had been considered that of a god for centuries. His entire purpose was to protect, to nurture, to defend. He could think of no better life to live, than to do nothing but keep others from harm. A much more noble cause than living a laughingstock, treated as dirt by his colleagues for almost a decade.
No. Robert Lane had a purpose now.
As he picked himself up, managing to saunter his way through the foyer, the camera caught the glint from the fallen statue, along with Lane’s last words.
>>”Diaspora… I really need a better name.”<<
Category Story / Transformation
Species Western Dragon
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