The Chronicles of Ashley Jonah

            For years our kind were revered as gods, and for years we gained praise for the many deeds we did.  Until a single man began to threaten our existence that was how it has always been.  He came with his one god and his angels and sought to drive us away.  Those who were devoted to us began to turn over to him and turn their backs completely on us.  We became demons, the spawn of his devil.  Going into hiding, we took on different forms, mostly human to stay in contact with those we cherished dearly.  There was not much any of us could do for those who met the fate of a spear point or pitchfork.  It took our kind two centuries to learn how to fully disguise ourselves.  The longer we stayed in hiding, the more our bodies adapted to the forms we had taken.  For most of us, our true form, our physical form, took on the shapes of humans, but our souls stayed the same.  It was not easy accepting this at first, but again, over time we began to like the changes.  No more did we have to hide our true forms, only our souls.  Every century, there was one human who was born with the ability to see our true selves.  And every century, we were lucky to be worshipped by that human.  Aside from the hiding, our kind has been waging a war with the “enchanters.”  To this day, we still do not know what they are truly called.  This war has been going on for over three millenniums, and the end of it is still not in sight.  According to the prophecies, a child will be born with the power to stop the war, or kill us all.  We shapeshifters—as we now term ourselves—are still strong yet.  We will wait until the child of the prophecy is born.  And if we must, we will kill it if death to all is the end of this war.  We will know when it comes, for a dragon will mark its path.