Her time was running out. She knew that more than anyone.
She was to turn twenty-five very soon.
She had backed away from him, putting a long distance between them, and watched the transformation unfold before her.
Aragon grew taller than he already was, and hair grew out of every part of his skin. His growth was unbelievable, becoming almost twice his normal size. The claws of his hands and legs claws grew even longer, the tip curved and extremely sharp, and so did his canines.
Standing in front of her with a deafening strong air that reeked of not just royalty and domination, he seemed to have filled his room with the dark presence of something so grave.
His eyes which had been flickering between black and red found a balance, and now his retina was black, and his iris glowed like the Magma that was Rolling down from his claws. The ice he stood in sizzled under his feet, and the creature that stood there on both feet looked nothing like she could have ever imagined.
