Sullied from her encounter, she gathers her things and walks away from the den. Her eyes adjust to the second sun as the heat from the den dissipates. Her body aches but her mission isn't complete. There's a dragon's nest above the den and she must finish her quest. Born of volcanic ash and cosmic dust, the twin-finned dragon, Traggard, awaits. Upon opening its mouth, to feed its young, Traggard watches the ever vigilant witch. The witch gathers herself and absorbs the sunlight as her body glows. Her eyes begin to burn a bright red as her skin burns. Now, filled with radiant energy, the witch raises her hand and shouts: TRANSMUTATION!
A small flicker of flames encompasses her body and slowly burns away her flesh. She screams as the flames burn through her soul. It is a necessary process, for one cannot endure the path of the dragons without feeling the might of its dragon's breath. She collapses for a moment. The ashes of her body blow away effortlessly. Her soul is all that remains. The dragon looks on. The spirit stretches its hands outward as if to hug the heavens. The earth bares her a new body as the sands burns like lava and cool over the spirit.
"Yes. That's it, my child. Your process is near completion." Her voice shakes as she speaks. For a dragon's tongue is like waves of energy. The little dragons peek over the nest and watch with wonder.
"I know what you've endured…a little more."
The proud dragon descends from its perch as it lands before the witchling. The dragon channels the energy from the suns and begins to glow. Its power pulsates through its spine as it begins the final process. Flapping its mighty wings, the dragon takes a deep breath. The sands begin to swirl as the dragon's lungs fill with energy. With a gust, the wind is spewed from its lungs and helps to mold the new being: Yazra, The Elder Witchling!
Yazra's body smoldered from the intense heat. Her new body formed into a stronger sentient being. Her skin, now part scales and part human, can absorb intense heat and repurpose it. A skill necessary to using this dragon's power: Magma pulse. Yazra moved slowly as her body cooled. Traggard looked on. "You're not cooling fast enough!" The mighty dragon drew in small cluster of air. Took a moment then exhaled. The breath cooled the area as a small rain cloud formed above Yazra. The droplets gently fell as the Yazra awakened. Her eyes no longer burned and are a brilliant hue of blue and crimson. She studies her new body and realizes she's no longer a woman. She pats her chest and realizes they are gone.
"Silly child…what ever are you searching for?" The dragon asked.
"Am I to grow up again? From this fledgling body?!" Her memories still exists. A most peculiar feat. "Wait…you REMEMBER?! Curious. Tell me…what precisely?" The dragon lie its head besides Yazra. "I-I remember a dark place. A man or something had its way with me, I stepped out somewhere and now I'm here."
"Hmm? You don't recall anything else?"
"No. Also, what is this?" Yazra points to her stomach. "That? It's a dragon's mark. We leave them on creatures to show which ability they've gained."
"A promotion?" Yazra wondered. "I always wanted one. How do I use it?"
"Well…with a bit of practice, you should be a able to refocus heated molecules. It may take some time but your life has officially increased by a thousand years."