Whilst Fortuo dozed off in the land of sleep, the amulet glowed an iridescent green. The ancestors of the Dragon had been Crocodiles, and the artifact's hand shifted over to the image of an upright crocodile.
Meanwhile, in Fortuo's sleep, strange events were occurring before him.
He was in a lush valley, surrounded with ferns and in the background, and a river gurgled in the distance. Fortuo's tiny draconic body shined in the sun, and he lay in a clearing , perched on a stone. He shifted in his sleep, feeling relaxed and at ease.
In his dreamland, two figures approached him. One, a dragon-man, with red scales, and dressed in flowing robes, with a holstered sword at his side. The other being, was a Crocodile man, dressed in rage and tatters,with mottled skin, a protuberant snout, and a muscular build, with a club in his left hand.
The two beings circled each other with suspicious intent, and all of a sudden, the Croc lashed out with his club. Roaring in pain, the dragon fumbled for his sword, but to no avail, as the Croc heaved him up with rippling muscles, and heaved him into the river.
Fortuo gazed in fright at the crocodile, but the crocodile seemed bemused at Fortuo. He strode over to Fortuo, plucked him off the stone, and held him to his breast. He sniffed at Fortuo's body, taking in his odor. He then proceeded to place long, loving licks on his tender body.
Fortuo giggled in delight as this, and he felt another tickling sensation run through his body. His eyes went further apart, and his snout pushed out longer. He grew a new set of teeth, these ones razor-sharp, and his figure grew slightly smaller. His hue changed as well. Bright green was replaced by dark yellow with black flecks. His golden underside was replaced with a new chalk white look.
As Fortuo dozed off to sleep again, the crocodile whispered a new name in his ear. "Sharp Claw"