Arana felt isolated. She was by a river, a little ways away from the ruins. She lookeked at herself breifly in the reflection of the water. That alone, was enoght to send her with a large jump backwards in suprise.
"A-am I dead?" She said to herself. She was no longer an anthropod. Or a European dragon for the matter. Something had skrewed up the prossess of her becomeing a shadow dragon, she kept her contiosness. On four delicate black claws, she hid in the bushes and made her way, almost invisible, to the ruins, she hoped she would not be seen, because she had the same scale colour, and some of the same markings as traditional shadow dragons, and could VARY easilt be mistaked as one.






