The Dragon did not like it, but she would need to start fresh. Focusing on her own powerful magics, she began to shrink. As she shrank, her bulk and strength diminished and she became younger. Her powerful wings grew back towards her body as massive feet tucked against her. Her teeth sank into her guns as her eyes became larger. She began to forget how to fly, to hunt...but the magic continued even without her willing it.
Inside her mind...what remained of the little human Amy dissapeared then, leaving only an emerging dragon consciousness that melded with it. Soon the dragon who had been so great, was only the size of a large cow, and new magic swirled around the sleeping infant. It formed a protective shell around her, and began to fill with liquid. Inside this shell, the dragon continued to regress and curl in on itself until it was a pre-hatchling. In moments, all that was left of the little girl and the dragon, was a beautiful egg sitting in the cave...