Chapter 3 — Shadows and Sparks
The sun had barely risen, streaking the sky with orange and gold, but Red Dagonian was already moving. His senses hummed with life; every heartbeat in Beacon Hills resonated within him. The town was quiet now, but danger lingered like a scent carried by the wind.
He walked along the outskirts, wings folded neatly behind him, the golden shimmer of his eyes hidden beneath casual shadows. The small human body around him might appear ordinary, but beneath the surface, his draconic power pulsed with barely contained energy.
Red's mind drifted to Allison Argent — a spark in his consciousness that tugged faintly at the threads of destiny he felt so clearly. She hadn't yet sensed him fully, but her presence lingered at the edges of his awareness. One day soon, he would find a way to reach her, to awaken the bond subtly, without overwhelming her human mind.
For now, he had more pressing concerns.
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Testing the Waters
The previous night had been a taste of the Alpha threat — Peter Hale and his pack. Red had felt their strength, but he hadn't yet engaged fully. Today, he intended to push himself further.
The forest opened up into a small clearing, where the air felt thicker, charged with residual supernatural energy. Red crouched low, extending his senses. He could feel shadows stirring — small, wild, chaotic. Not alpha, not fully organized, but dangerous nonetheless.
Perfect.
He closed his eyes and focused on the Concept of Dream, letting his mind paint possibilities: claws of fire, wings of shadow, a body that could flow between forms. When he opened them, his golden eyes glimmered. Reality bent around his intentions, faintly, like water reflecting light.
From the shadows, two small wendigo-like creatures emerged, teeth bared, their energy crackling with aggression. Not terribly strong, but they were fast, dangerous to an unprepared human.
Red smirked. "Let's see what happens when dreams fight reality."
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First Combat
He extended his arms, letting crimson energy flare from his palms. Small, jagged spears of fire shaped themselves in midair and shot toward the creatures. They dodged instinctively, but Red anticipated every movement. Time slowed for him, the world bending to the clarity of draconic instinct fused with human foresight.
With a thought, the spears coalesced into a circular barrier around the creatures, trapping them without crushing them. Red approached, claws extended, but his expression was calm.
"You are strong," he murmured, "but not strong enough."
A sweep of his hand, and a pulse of dream energy surged outward. The creatures convulsed briefly as their forms began to shimmer and warp, not in pain, but in submission to the will of the Dream Dragon. In moments, they dissipated into harmless shadows that scattered across the clearing.
Red exhaled, the crimson energy fading. His heart raced — not from fear, but from exhilaration. This power… it feels alive.
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A Hint of Connection
Later that afternoon, Red wandered closer to town. His senses had picked up a new presence — faint, steady, human, yet brimming with potential. He rounded a corner near the high school and saw her: Allison Argent.
She was practicing archery, bow in hand, arrows flying true, her focus absolute. Even from a distance, Red could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat, the pulse of her energy. A spark of crimson stirred in his chest — the recognition of a mate, latent but undeniable.
He stepped closer, careful not to intrude. "Your aim is impressive," he said softly, letting his voice carry just enough warmth to be noticed.
Allison turned sharply, bow raised instinctively. "Who's there?" Her eyes scanned the trees. She didn't see him fully, but her instincts bristled.
Red stepped into view, casual but commanding. "Name's Red. Just… appreciating talent."
Her tension eased slightly, though caution remained. "You're new," she said, eyes narrowing. "I can feel… something about you. Unusual."
He smiled faintly. "Good unusual, I hope."
For a brief moment, their eyes met. Red's draconic essence pulsed faintly, brushing her consciousness like a whisper. She shivered, not fully understanding why. Her instincts screamed caution, yet something deep inside her resonated with the energy brushing against her.
> Soon, Red thought. Soon, she will understand.
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Training Continues
Night fell quickly, bringing with it a chill that the human body felt but the dragon barely noticed. Red returned to his clearing, focusing on refinement. Today's skirmish had been minor, but every encounter was a lesson. He practiced controlling the Soul Flame, manipulating constructs of fire and dream, and testing the limits of flight under the moonlight.
He envisioned Allison again, not as a target, but as a potential ally, a partner. He felt the faint thread of their bond stirring — a promise of what was to come. He would awaken it carefully, nurturing it until she could handle the truth of him.
And in the distance, faintly, the Alpha's presence lingered. Peter Hale and his pack were circling, testing, hunting, unaware that the predator they sought to challenge was already awake, already prepared.
Red's wings unfurled once more. The night was his playground. The dreams he wielded were real. And soon, the world of Beacon Hills would learn the name Red Dagonian, the Dream Dragon.
He soared above the town, eyes golden, heart steady, mind alert. Five days. Five days before chaos. Five days before the bite that would change everything.
Red Dagonian wasn't here to watch. He was here to shape reality.
And nothing in Beacon Hills would ever be the same.
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That's Chapter 3 at ~1,000 words.
If you want, I can continue with Chapter 4, where Red interacts more with minor supernatural threats in town, begins subtly protecting humans, and the first playful/tense encounter with Allison escalates — giving their bond more depth.
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