[ WP ] When everyone turns 18 , they receive a pet which is figurative of their personality . You 're the first person to receive a dragon ...

The daemon you get tells everybody how and what you really are. Until you are 18 years old friends and family think and assume you are sensitive or strong or driven, but they can never actually know. Because your daemon keeps changing form depending on your mood, and when you are growing up and figuring out the world around you it is expected for you to be moody. But at 18 years old your daemon matures as you do and keeps the form that most fits your character and personality. 
 
 
 That ’ s what makes the first 18 years of your life really difficult for everyone around you. My parents were always afraid of me. I was always a rebel, always asking how and why and mostly, “ why not? ” Everything I wanted to do, I would do it, no matter the dangers. I was curious and unstoppable. It was mesmerizing, but frightening at the same time. I was responsible and ready to die to defend the ones I loved, so I guess this was one thing that they really loved about me. 
 
 
 My family is a nice one, really great and gentle people, my mom and dad have an otter for a daemon. They are so loving and so understanding, and patient and playful in a safe kind of way. My sister has a rabbit, she has the same type of personality as my mother and father, but she is a little impatient and she has trouble choosing a partner for herself. 
 Everybody was expecting for me to get a weasel or a honey badger for my daemons final and stable shape, but nothing prepared them for this. Hell, I was not prepared for it. My daemon had many shapes over the years and the most terrifying was when he became a tiger for a while. 
 
 
 
 A few months before my 18th birthday, my girlfriend was raped and murdered. Nobody knew who did it and police was getting nowhere with their investigation. After the initial desperation and the depression I became mad with grief, I hated the world for being so unfair and I hated myself for being unable to avenge her. 
 
 
 
 And on my 18th birthday, when I woke up in the morning, my daemon was nowhere to be found, not in my room, not in the house. I could feel him close though, but l not understand why could I not see it. I really hoped it did not choose to be a spider or a rat or a bloody butterfly. That would have been awkward like hell. My parents were worried too. I went out of the house and into the yard, but nothing caught my eye. And then there was a big shadow covering me and I turned around. On the roof of my house there was thing big hydra like creature, just waking up and spreading its wings. It flew down next to me and bowed its head down to be caressed. I was all of a sudden overwhelmed with a feeling of strength, I felt like nothing could hurt me. Ever. This was my daemon, this was my dragon. I was a freaking dragon!! 
 
 
 
 “ Well, we ’ re going to need a bigger house with a hanger to fit that thing. ” I heard my father ’ s voice behind me and felt his hand tap on my shoulder. 

