Chapter 10: Chapter 8

Katya stepped through the threshold. She gazed around the 3-room cabin, it was faintly scratched in her memory. The main room was, rather comfy-looking, it had a semi-circle of cushy armchairs and couches around a stone fire-pit, which her grandfather had just lit with a quick spark shooting from his fingertips. Now, the fire illuminated the room and only a few cold shadows in the corners remained. and now she could see that a collection of oak desks lined the walls. 

Katya approached one and brushed it with her fingertips. It felt to be exactly like her old desk at her old house. a voice came from behind her, "ah, yes you are thinking of your dragon desk." 

Katya whipped around and saw her grandfather standing behind her. "T-t-The dragon desk?" she stuttered.

"yes," said his grandfather, "The dragon desk. I make magic desks, rarely though they are used for what I intended. Which is indeed what you used it for." 

Katya looked slightly confused, "It was meant for carving?"

Her grandfather smiled, "yes, well that is what unlocks the magic I put in them." 

"You mean if I carve one of these desks I will turn back into a dragon?" she asked.

Her grandfather didn't answer the question, instead, he asked, "So that is what you want? To become a dragon again?" Katya nodded, and Her grandfather continued, " Well I CAN turn you back into a dragon if that is what you truly want."

Katya nodded vigorously, "YES!!! Plesseeeeeee...."

Her grandfather chuckled, "very well, very well. But I must warn you: if you are turned DIRECTLY into  dragon you might not be able to turn back human."

Katya shrugged, "So? I really truly hated being human." 

Her grandfather chuckled again. He started mumbling incohesive words, and Katya felt herself bending and stretching as she slowly changed from human to the dragon for the third time. And then, she was standing outside with her grandfather standing beside her, smiling up at her. 

"Thank you," Katya whispered. she spread her wings and launched herself back up into the air.

Katya felt like what felt like an entire 5 hours searching for Casimir. She knew it wasn't his fault that he had been so unpleasant when she was human, and honestly, she couldn't blame him. She might even have done the same if it had been Casimir who had become human. 

But when she did find him, he lept on her with happiness, "KATYA! I-I am SO SORRY!!! It-it was my fault- I- I'll never- wait... Your Dragon Again!!!!!" 

Katya smiled, "Miss me much?" Casimir whapped her with his tail, " and yeah, I am dragon again. Got a problem?"

Casimir pulled away from her, "well no it's just how?" 

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She smiled again, "come here, I will tell you everything." and she did, (although she DID leave out some parts).
By the end of the story, Casimir was shocked to just about silence, but he did say one thing: "wow, I never thought- well, HUMANS? with magical powers?"  

Katya nodded, "yeah, humans with powers don't ask me how though, because I honestly have no idea."

Casimir hugged her, "I am just glad you're back." he whispered softly into her ear, "it doesn't matter how you got back, it's just amazing you're back." 

Katya hugged him back, "and I'm glad that I'm back too. It is nice to be with you again."

Casimir smiled and backed slightly away from her. "What should we do now?" he asked her.

But Katya didn't have an answer, " I really don't know, what do you think?"

Casimir laughed, "That is why I asked you!! But I do think we should just keep moving if anything."

Katya lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I mean I guess but what I want to do is get a bit more information about Kyria, and if I can I want to get to Kyria." 

"Kyria? well, we don't really know HOW to get to Kyria. and don't we have to kill someone?" Casimir asked, with a slightly confused tone.  

Katya was about to say something else, but a strange smell filled her nostrils, "are those... cookies?" she thought aloud, and indeed the smell was like burning cookies. 

Casimir lifted his snout to the air, "cackies? what are: cackies?" 

Katya looked at him, "y'know, cookies, they're like," she made a circle shape with her talons, "this big, and you eat them. They taste like really good."

Casimir shook his head, his spines rattling, " No... I don't know what cooookies are." 

Katya shook her head also, bewildered, "Nah, I guess it dosen't matter too much." 

Casimir shrugged, "I mean I guess. but what would make the smell of burning coaaakiesss"