CHAPTER ONE

"Good morning here!" 

I overheard a very loud shout from inside, I was in the bathtub already dipped in hot water. Quickly, I brought out the remote I got from Jaspon when I visited there; I pressed a button fast towards the door and it closed.

My mind had travelled to another world of fantasy when I heard that cry. It was very loud and prickly. I almost went deaf but, I later recovered from it when I got up and dressed. 

"Who could that be?" I asked myself but no one was answering. Well, nobody had been living with or around me for years now. I grew old everyday but never had beards or a longer hair. I only got slimmer and younger per year. 

The thought of changing myself into a shapeshifter rushed into my mind and I began to mull over it, for hours. Actually, that would be a good idea but, what if I wouldn't be able to turn to a normal human again? Just, what if?

I braced up for the funny challenge as I moved closer to the door and screamed like a pregnant woman. 

"Grhhhhhh...." 

"I'm still here, greeting you, werewolf!"

That word got me angry. Since the day I drank the shapeshifter potion that was seen in the Monkey Cave at Jaspon, I had never loved to be called a werewolf. I hated that seriously.

It was next for him to do what I had decided in my mind for the anonymous person ululating around my abode since morning. 

"If you don't leave there now, I'll deal with your life and turn you to a wreck!" I shouted at the stranger. 

"Is that the jasponite killer?"

I was amazed, let's say dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say after hearing this and I was numb for some minutes before I later realized that the person knocking and shouting must have been in danger or any other serious situation. That might be true, I thought. 

So, I pressed the green button on the remote and the door was opened wide. I didn't see anyone at all. Not even a trace, like a footstep or scent. Because at least, we know others by scent if not anything else. 

"Where are you, bloody fool?" I asked. 

"I'm not a fool, necessito una aide!"

When I heard him speak Lampiano, I moved further to the doorfront to see the person or should I say, victim? I moved forward to meet the crier. 

"It's me, here." He said. 

"Which side are you, no poteo veden te allora, sinceramente!" I exclaimed when I was very close to the voice. What I actually meant was, "I can't see you now, honestly!"

Alas! It was a small dragon! 

"Ih Drago?" I asked. 

"No, don't call me a dragon please. I've come here to save you from the Oceaniana...."

"Oceaniana?" 

"Yes, those are the ones that paid your rentage since you've been living here. They paid huge money to the gods for housing you, for a little time and...." 

"Me?" I cut in again. 

"Well, it's you, the werew...."

"Non, no appendé mi varevulpo, porre favon!" I shouted, in Lampiano. I was telling him that, he shouldn't call me werewolf with a "please."

"Sorry, dear."

"No such word here, please." I added.

The dragon groaned like someone that was being beaten with liquorized strokes. It was then I noticed that, something was wrong with him. What could I do to help?

"What can you do...."

"To help you, dragon? You know, I'm only a shapeshifter with limited powers. For example, I cannot eat raw meat; I cannot fight in the air; I cannot sleep on the eleven moons of Henzu clouds and I cannot...." I didn't finish my words when I saw a scab on his feet. We regarded every animals as either males or females; we saw them as humans. He cut in through my sentence.

"You cannot cause a wind or a rainfall, too?" The dragon questioned angrily.

"I can't." 

"I'm surprised if you're going to save me from this wound. I was told in Jaspon that, if the wound is nursed and sustained till four months, I might not recover from it forever and I will lose my dragonic powers. I won't be able to talk, too. Someone has to help now, please. It really hurts." The dragon explained.

"What's your name?" 

"I'm called Alliana, the queen of the deepest heavens...."

"Wow, I like that name. I know someone called that name; she was my tight friend in heaven. I even gave her the name but...."

"What happened to her next?"

"She was abducted by the aliens of Henzu. Those aliens were said to be blind, lame, deaf, dumb, lame, numb and powerless. I wonder how they saw her to grab that easily." I explicated. 

"Well, those are the minidemonios. You actually can't tell how skillful or talented they can be, most times. Plus, they are children of the gods. Don't you know?" 

"Minidemons...." I repeated as if I've heard such word before. 

"Don't you know why I called you the jasponite killer?" The wounded dragon asked. 

"I know..."

"Tell me." He requested.

"I came from Jaspon and I killed the first jasponite that started kidnapping and robbing aliens in Jaspon, Morrasta, Durra, Plinigola and Venzemeno. Those are the five big cities of the world. Aren't they?"

"Yes, they are. Durra was lined out of Plinigola because of the demise of the Chief alien and ghosts of Venzemeno who invaded the place and stole diamonds. Venzemeno was gotten from a lampiano word, "venzama" which means pearl. My third daughter was named after that word. Her name is Venzama" 

"Who did you give birth for?" I asked him, after sitting him down and giving him a serious massage on the back.