(The children do not know that they can change into a dragon.)

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The horse stomped and snorted as it restlessly waited in the cool autumn night, the rider sat upon it's back, still save for a hand that stroked the animal. This was it...the stronghold where he had made camp, one that he had called home for years. So far he himself was the only Dovah Born here, but that was soon to change. He had found the others. They were all in one spot thankfully, though it was a hard journey nonetheless. He would have to be careful even if he flew as it would only draw attention to himself, more so than walking would, but it would save time. Sliding from the horse the man let the hood of the cloak fall as a swirl of fiery red smoke engulfed him. In a panic the horse reared back and fled the scene as the dragon stood where it's master had once been. His scales glowed with the heat of the sun, even at night. Sure it would lead to being found but as long as he flew above the clouds it would be alright. The large drake flicked his tail some before taking a hop forward and shooting into the sky with a flap of his wings. There was a storm brewing, and by the way his scales rattled it would be devastating.
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The flight had taken all night into the next day. Not once did he stop, even for rest thus when he finally landed on the outside of town he crumpled into an exhausted heap. Maybe...maybe a few moments rest would do well though not here, no here was not safe. Wincing some with the weight of his now human body, the man made his way to the road. The rest of the day was spent walking towards the town, even then he only stopped once he reached the inn. As the door opened a familiar warmth came up to meet him, cutting the chill that seemed to have over taken him during his walk. A child or two ran about the place as a bard sang a song of despair and the lose of life. All in all the fire was the only warm thing in the entire place. With a heavy sigh he took a seat in a chair that was set close to the fire, holding his hands out to the flames which danced before them. Perhaps these children were some which he was seeking though it was doubtful, they all seemed to have brown eyes not the colorful ones they should have if they were indeed like himself. Waiting for morning seemed to be his only option for now with the dark come shadows, and with shadows...death. The only thing in his near future seemed to be a warm meal and a night's sleep. A bowl of stew did well to finish warming him, and a bed to rest his aching body. Tomorrow was another day...a day of hope for this dying world.
A mist filled the room...a dark mist like a gas form of the shadows undertoe. It seeped under the door, covering everything living and nonliving until they were no more. He was unable to move as this happened, all he could do was watch as the mist overtook himself. A burning sensation filled his lungs and nose as the shadows seeped into his mouth and nostrils. Try as he might he couldn't stand, breath, even see as the shadow devoted him. 'We are waiting Geralt...' A female voice whispered before all went black.
Gasping the man shot up from the bed grasping his chest and coughing a bit. Another night terror...great. A bit of grey light shone through the window signaling to the man that it was indeed morning. Like always he felt tired still yet it was better than he had felt the night before. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Geralt made his way out of the inn, and into the street. Now he just had to find the children. The red orange of his eyes took on a sharper color suddenly, the shapes of each child glowing lightly about the town. Only those of Dovah Blood took on a slightly colored outline. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought....

The girls dark hair whipped over her shoulder as the wind shot past her. She walked through the market, her cloak wrapped around her tightly around her as she took careful steps. Where she stepped, it was difficult to notice, but the shadows curled away slightly. Jatara's steps were graceful and careful, each small and deliberate as she walked- observing each person.

Some people avoided her in town. She was used to it- her eyes were strange to most people who had eyes that were a more common color than the silvery grey her irises were. She had yet to see someone with eyes that were as uniquely colored as she thought hers were...

Jatara's eyes finally landed on the Inn door. Hmmm... it was probably warmer inside. Shrugging, she walked into the building.

Seriph tossed and turned in his sleep

he stepped into a room made of leaves,bowing to him were forest creature. Startled he stepped back into a large mass..."my child" the form said.."they are waiting"'


He woke up with a start..what?

Asha rushed down the stairs to her shop. She started feeding the animals. After she was done, she opened the door. She walked back to a cage where she was keeping a small wolf pup she had found at her door, wounded a few weeks ago. She picked it up. The pup didnt seem to notice and laid fast asleep in her arms. She never had trouble with business. No one ever seemed to notice her strange eyes, they were too busy with the animals. She laughed and stroked the little wolfs fur.

As he scanned the horizon his eyes fell on the girl passing him. Their eyes met for a single moment, though it was all that was needed. "I see we are one in the same..." He said after a moment. His eyes flashed then, something they did when he used a bit of his magic. 'Your eyes...they are silver though were mine our red.' He said into her mind, afraid that speaking aloud would draw too much attention,

She had turned for just a second, her eyes had met with the mans. As he spoke, his eyes flashed- confused the girl took a slight step back. Her arms lifted up slightly, ready to block any move he would throw at her. But when he mentioned her eyes... "Red. Red eyes." It must be a trick. "Who are you, newcomer?"

Ariella walked through the market, her head stuck in a book. She liked to read, and she also liked to avoid the stares that people gave at her, due to her pitch-black eyes with silver-white stars in them. While she read, stars would sometimes dance across her page.

Seriph got out and got dress...he then slid out of his house carefully...he looked up,not like he could see anything.She grabbed his stick and decided to find a nice spot to sit

"I go by many names, one of which being Gar. You may call me by that." The man smiled takin a moment to glance about them quickly. "And who might you be?"

"If you are not telling me all of your 'names'- why must I tell you my real one?" She tilted her head, obviously still untrusting of the man. She glanced around as well, trying to pin point what the man was looking at.