It all began when my sister invited me to help her show some
visitors from Europe the sights of the university.
This was 1995 and the latest bunch of visitors from across
the ocean were a group of old war veterans from some long forgotten
conflict in the late 40's between Holland and Indonesia.
So it was that I and Sarah showed the old geezers the campus pub,where they
engaged in a beer drinking contest with the football jocks.
Time moved into evening and the full moon was up and Sarah and I were keeping the
guests from wandering off,as their tour bus was just warming up and
getting ready to take them to their hotel in nearby Sunnydale.
So we were all pretty frightened when 9 shaggy wolves the size
of small ponies sauntered over,licking their chops and dripping wolf
spatter all over the cobblestones.
I and the guests just stood there frozen in terror as my sister Sarah
spoke to the wolves
" Amanda,Luna,for the last time I'm warning you,I belong to Draco Beta Phi,I'm
not going to join your pack"
The lead wolfs eyes glowed red at that point and she ( I assume they were all bitches)
howled at the moon,then nodded at the other 8 wolves and the monsters advanced
My sister let them get within 33 paces,then she pulled out something that looked
like a black talon whistle on a string and blew on it.
The piercing shrieking wailing sound tore into me and as I looked on in horror
I saw that our guests were changing,expanding,bursting out of their clothes as they
turned into some kinds of huge reptillian creatures with bats wings.
In my shock,I hadn't realized I was changing as well,the same as
our guests were.
As thinking became harder for me and my mind went foggy,I realized the
cool air was blowing hard on my wings and the horrid blood-metal smell of
human blood was dripping off my scaly dragons hide.
I roared,as did the other dragons,and we heard a stern mental command
in our dragon brains to drive off the werewolves from the
Dragons Mistress,my former sister Sarah.
I lunged forth with snapping jaws...