Literature
The Dragon's Destiny
The Dragon’s Destiny The mindlink was sharp. It always felt that way, like a needle entering the skin. White light washed over him, a strange unconsciousness that lacked either dream or darkness. When he came to, the first thing that Destin did was shake his neck. The multitude of metal scales rattled and chimed. He felt cool air in between the plates and the sound was like rain in the wind. He snapped them in place as he stretched; armor clamping tight over a serpentine form, shining shields over insulated wiring and artificial muscles. He looked down at his forelimbs, flexing them in turn as he shifted weight to his haunches. It always took him a few minutes to orient himself, even in a frequently-used machine. He favored the dragon over all else. Destin had been dogs, monkeys, cats, multi-limbed horses and even, at times, piloted an android that was not too different in appearance from his natural form. Time and time again he came back to the dragon. The young