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You’re Welcome
When I woke up from troubled dreams, I found that I had transformed into a serpent.  I writhed about in my sheets, my now limited mind barely able to comprehend my rude awakening.  I was unable to scream out in astonishment, and all that trickled from my fanged mouth was a slow and pathetic hiss.
Before I could lament my current form, a more pressing issue reared its ugly head.  The temperature I had become accustomed to over the years now felt like a frozen wasteland, every inhale bringing a sharp and wretched pain to my lungs.  At this point I knew I needed to retreat to a resting place of a more tropical temperature or I would surely perish.
I attempted to stand up and walk away, but all my primitive body could do was rear and move about in anguish.  I slowly began to crawl, but soon realized the limbs needed for such motion had left me.  I slumped down into a fold in the sheets, ready to embrace death, only to feel the muscles that
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Sanctuary
Sanctuary
I awoke from my, unfortunately, normal routine of torturous nightmares interrupted by brief moments of sleep, only to discover that in one of my aforementioned brief moments of sleep, I had transformed into a frog.  My now slimy skin offered little traction on the smooth fabric of my furniture, as I began to slip and slide off of the only thing in this entire house I could liken to a comfort.  As I slid down what appeared to be a massive crevasse, only to be revealed as a fold in my poorly stitched and beer-stained blanket, I heard a set of familiar gentle footsteps prance down the stairs immediately to my right.  At any other time, I would have welcomed the owner of these footsteps with open arms, but now I fear a scream would be the only reaction to such an activity.
I attempted to run for the cover of what could pass for a banister, but in reality was nothing more than an upturned garbage can, only to discover that my meager arms could not lift what has now
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You’re Welcome
When I woke up from troubled dreams, I found that I had transformed into a serpent.  I writhed about in my sheets, my now limited mind barely able to comprehend my rude awakening.  I was unable to scream out in astonishment, and all that trickled from my fanged mouth was a slow and pathetic hiss.
Before I could lament my current form, a more pressing issue reared its ugly head.  The temperature I had become accustomed to over the years now felt like a frozen wasteland, every inhale bringing a sharp and wretched pain to my lungs.  At this point I knew I needed to retreat to a resting place of a more tropical temperature or I would surely perish.
I attempted to stand up and walk away, but all my primitive body could do was rear and move about in anguish.  I slowly began to crawl, but soon realized the limbs needed for such motion had left me.  I slumped down into a fold in the sheets, ready to embrace death, only to feel the muscles that made up my long and slender belly begin to move.  Instincts quickly taught me how to move this new body, as new thoughts and needs filled my mind to bursting.
With what little energy the tortuous cold had not stolen from me, I attempted to slither across what felt like acres of fabric.  What had once been a dear friend of mine, one that made the burden of sleep a tad bearable had now become an immense and confusing maze of folds, my greatest enemy besides the cold.
My new slender body had made traversing this labyrinth a surprisingly simple task, able to bend and slip thought the folds and crevices.  It is when I reached the end of the maze, however, that I had realized my odyssey in search of safety had only just begun.
What loomed before me was what appeared to be cliff face, with a steep drop towards an unknown fate.  For a moment I believed I saw an array of clouds below me.  It was rather quickly that I realised that this was simply an illusion of my primitive and starving brain.  What appeared before me was instead the foot of my bed, and what lay what seemed like mile below was my floor.
As the cold continued to creep upon my body, and my motions became slower, I realized that there was one more final danger to face.  From what I could see, the floor itself appeared to be engulfed in flames.  Upon closer examination, however, I noticed something no less odd.  On most nights, the fire pit at the other side of the room was put out, its few remaining embers slowly and pathetically dying out.  
However, this very same fire pit was ,instead, on the floor directly below me.  Upon closer inspection I realized that this apparently moveable fire pit was alive once more, it’s brilliant flames dancing about like glowing spectres.
The more I observed the flames, the sharper and more painful the freezing air behind me had become.  I pondered as to why the flames did not calm the icy pain infecting my body, but I quickly realized that such thoughts would not be my salvation.
A difficult situation had appeared before me: leap upon the flames and rid myself of this freezing pain, only to render my frigid body to ash, or remain upon my bed and embrace the cold.  The cold, which had now rendered half of my aching body immobile and frozen, crept upon me at an even quicker rate.  I had made the choice to relieve this wretched freezing pain with nothing but flames.  
Using the last ounce of strength I had at my disposal, I heaved myself off of the only thing my new body could liken to a home, and descended into the flames.  As I fell, I decided to use my final few moments to ponder the cause of my situation.  All my simple mind could fathom was that some vengeful spirit had cursed me, the lies I spun as a man now resided as venom in my mouth.  My last thought was cut short, as my form which I had only inhabited for a matter of minutes, was rendered to ash.
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I awoke from my torturous sleep, relieved to see that the form I had resided in most of my life had reappeared.  After a quick examination I discovered that all of my limbs and features had been returned to me.  Even the fire pit that had caused my death in my dream had been restored to its proper place, cold as ever,  The only thing that was out of the ordinary were my own thoughts.  This morning, however, I found myself smiling, despite last night's tortured visions.
I was happier that morning than I have been in many years past.  It appears as if my brief life as a serpent had granted me an outside view on the life of a man.  As I gazed upon the room I had only now grown to appreciate, I noticed a small object gently placed upon the floor, a single step from the foot of my bed.  As I removed the object from its place of origin, a familiar icy pain once more crept through my veins.
The object itself was a small card, perhaps a quarter the size of my hand that held it in its grasp.  The paper of origin was thicker and heavier than any I have ever seen, and its borders shimmered like the sun itself as they were trimmed with gold.  Two words littered the face of the card, and they read as such:
“You’re Welcome.”
Sanctuary
I awoke from my, unfortunately, normal routine of torturous nightmares interrupted by brief moments of sleep, only to discover that in one of my aforementioned brief moments of sleep, I had transformed into a frog.  My now slimy skin offered little traction on the smooth fabric of my furniture, as I began to slip and slide off of the only thing in this entire house I could liken to a comfort.  As I slid down what appeared to be a massive crevasse, only to be revealed as a fold in my poorly stitched and beer-stained blanket, I heard a set of familiar gentle footsteps prance down the stairs immediately to my right.  At any other time, I would have welcomed the owner of these footsteps with open arms, but now I fear a scream would be the only reaction to such an activity.
I attempted to run for the cover of what could pass for a banister, but in reality was nothing more than an upturned garbage can, only to discover that my meager arms could not lift what has now become a massive monolith before me.  All I could do was clamber behind it, at an angle I pray no one would see.  Against my better judgement, I peeked my slimy head out from behind what semblance of protection I had, only to discover that my fears has indeed manifested here before me.
The owner of the footsteps, and architect of my fear, was my daughter.  Even as a vulgar and repulsive amphibian, I could appreciate her beauty.  What few glimmers of light danced about from the many holes in our windows caught in her raven hair, giving it the appearance of flowing ink.  In her slender frame I saw a beauty I could never attain in my already short and painful life, even more so now given my current situation.  Even in my primitive brain, I understood that she was a rare beauty, one that would be tamed by no creature, man or amphibian.  As these thoughts re-emerged in my brain, a new sensation began.  At first it seemed to be the all too familiar warmth I felt in her presence, it soon became no less than a raging inferno.  A literal firestorm quickly began to brew within me, and my goal now became finding something to cool this wretched pain, as opposed to not being discovered in my current form by my angelic daughter.
Carefully, I began to hop toward the veritable shack we dare call a kitchen, praying to a now obviously uncaring god that in this deplorable room would contain my salvation.  I made sure not to wander into my angels point of view, knowing full well the ramifications of such an encounter.  As I hopped toward what I hoped contain an oasis for staving off my pain, the aforementioned pain came back with an incredible ferocity.  Every stretch and pull of my muscles lead to the heat spreading throughout my meager body.  The sensation is almost comparable to having hot lead poured into your body, starting from your toes and rising onward.  However, it quickly became obvious that the fire was not my only foe.
A low, humming vibration echoed throughout the room, and I believed it to be an earthquake.  My first thought became protecting my daughter, and not to relieve the heat that threatened to consume me.  I hopped toward her, abandoning every fear that she would notice my current form, only to notice that the earthquake had not affected her.  In fact, as my entire world began to shake, she remained as still and calm as ever.  As I pondered the cause of my peculiar situation, a massive shadow loomed over me.  I craned my meager neck in an attempt to assess the cause of the shadow, only to become instantly terrified.  The owner of the shadow was none other than my cat, or at least the creature that my daughter and I had made a habit of leaving a scrap or two of food behind for.  
However, I could see the look in the felines eyes has changed from what I normally witness.  Instead of a look of mere tolerance, I saw a look or predatory hunger.  I quickly realized that what had once been a friend of myself and my daughter had now seen me as a mere morsel.  I quickly began to hop in the direction of the kitchen still, still hoping that my salvation would lie there, but with the added incentive of not being eaten alive by a cat.  Somehow, my daughter did not hear the commotion caused by the chase, as we hopped and leaped in a vain attempt to achieve our goals.  As the doorway to our kitchen grew near, I felt an immense and sharp pain in my hip.  As I craned my meager neck back once more, I observed that the cat had lodged one of its long and curved claws deep into my body.  This only accelerated the fire within me, the raging inferno now drying my very skin.
I slumped down, ready to accept the horribly painful death that surely awaited me, only to feel my body collide with the floor.  As I fell, I observed that the feline that once held me in its grasp now stood as a flaming tower of ash, a brief gust of wind sending what remained of my adversary off into the distance.  I attempted to hop yet again toward the kitchen, only to be stopped by not only the literal flame brewing within me, cooking me from within, but the deep gouge in my hip.  Before I slipped into shock, and surely the hell that awaited me, I noticed two things, both of which will haunt my soul for all eternity.
I was finally given the answer as to why my daughter was not alerted by the commotion caused by the chase between the cat and I, but the answer is not one I would have hoped for.  A single tear trailed down my crackling skin, the cause of which being the horrid act of watching what had been the live of my life crumble into a pile of ashes, blown off into the distance along with that of the cat.  The second thing I witnessed before becoming a pile of ash myself, was a card.  A single card, which shimmered in the light as if it were trimmed in gold, and a single world littered its face, the last thing I saw before my flesh and bones erupted in a miniature firestorm of blood and smoke:

“Sanctuary”
I don't exactly know what to put here XD.  I just figured that I should keep you guys posted on my life, those of you who appreciate my work.  I mean, we're not just names on a screen, we're real people with real dreams.  And one of mine is to (not in a mean way) spread my faith.  For those of you that don't know, it's a, extremely old faith that has very few followers left.  My late father passed it down to me, and I am trying with all my might to spread it to those who are seeking, and keep the tradition alive.  This is the one thing I want with my life, for the tradition not to die out.  If any of you guys read this and have any questions, send me a note or a DM on my twitter acc (@DuelingDragon08), I'm always here! 

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Dia duit! I am a pupil in the arts of philosophy, writing, and pencil drawing. I am a lover of mythology and a dragon at heart. A fan of Bioncle and RWBY
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