Scales grew along her body as she began to shine, before a feral golden dragoness stood where his mother was. She looked down at Ty, her eyes the same soft blue as before. "I am Verilia, the Queen of dragons. And you, Tyraltus, are my son, the Prince of dragons."
Ty felt himself changing painlessly, and opened his eyes to see himself in a much more natural feral form. His black scales felt smooth, and he flew onto his mother's back, still very small compared to her. "You were in danger when you were born, so we had to send you to the future in order to keep you safe. The dangerous people are gone now, and your dad is waiting for you at home in the 10th Century. Don't worry about losing us again; dragons are immortal."
As Verilia opened a portal back home, someone yelled "Stop!", making her halt. Who said that?