The stereotypical alien was a small creature with large, bulbous eyes and green skin. Other people claimed that they were tall, had pale or grayish skin, and large heads with black eyes; some people claimed that they were reptilian in appearance, complete with scales and cat-like eyes! But one fact remains the same: they could have easily been mistaken for a human from a distance.
Not this one.
I was shaking on my bed, staring out the window to my right. There, standing idly on the hill some hundreds of feet away, was a serpentine, unearthly creature. It’s pale, near-white skin almost seemed to glow under the light of the full moon overhead. It stood on four two-fingered, stilt-like legs. As graceful as a cat, the alien lashed its long, whip-like tail. The creature’s back, though elegant and slender, was longer than both the neck and tail.
The head, however, situated on a swan-like neck, appeared as if it were situated out of two rhombuses. The top one held the angular black eyes while the mouth was on the bottom. Between them, I could see two slits that were the nostrils. On the side of the prominent cheekbones were six spikes total, all curving upwards.
It stood proud and tall, graceful and elegant…malicious.
And it was staring right at me.
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Of all people—her!
“I knew it!” she exclaimed. “You are hiding something!” Snow crunched under her feet as she approached me, slowing, wary, as Darkcrown shuffled. Borghild’s eyes widened and her face turned from triumph to wonder. “What kind of dragon is that?”
I refused to answer. “How did you know? How did you follow me? I made sure no one could!”
Borghild’s former expression returned. “The others may not suspect anything, but I do! I’ve noticed that you slip away into the forest after we stop hanging out. You only come here once or twice every few months; you leave for the forest a few times a month now.”
I crossed my arms. Borghild was quite observant, I’ll give her that. “Then why didn’t you confront me earlier? It’s been months since I first met Darkcrown.” She was nosing me, making humming sounds. Now she was more curious than protective. I could imagine her with her frills spread, trying to make sense of the situation.
Borghild blinked at my dragon, taking a few hesitant steps closer. “Darkcrown, huh?” When the massive dragon made no movement, Borghild edged closer until she was a few feet away from me. “She’s practically invisible!”
Darkcrown craned her neck so that she was facing my friend. After a few moments, she began to purr, blinking at my blond-haired friend. “What kind of dragon is she?” Borghild asked again.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I have notes about her in my sketchbook.”
“Is that what you spent all that time doing? Getting notes?” Borghild’s sea-blue eyes narrowed.
“Wouldn’t you?” I snapped.