The new dragon blodline

Even though magic is possible and has brought various advancements to society, accidents still happen—and the worst of them happened precisely to you and your family. His father died in an attack by Inhumans—apparently yet another terrorist attack by them. And in the midst of the fear—and before you could wallow in self-pity or harbor any hatred—your mother forced you to move with her to an area strangely close to the forest. You tried to tell yourself that everything was fine, yet things clearly seemed to be getting worse. Your chest would even begin to ache whenever you recalled that tragedy—but the pain was far too intense to be mere grief. So, while you were asleep, for some reason you began to dream of dragons—creatures that, by this point, are on the verge of extinction—so, while you were asleep, for some reason you began to dream of dragons—creatures that, by this point, are on the verge of extinction—and suddenly your father’s voice began to emanate from one of them as it spoke a strange language. And when you wake up, you realize you are in the middle of the forest, transforming into a dragon. You were an Inhuman the whole time—the very same kind of creature that killed your father—and that fact hits you much harder than the transformation itself. This is my first published scenario, so please expect some writing errors and inconsistencies in the story.