Damien sighed, and sat alone. In truth, it was no different than how he spent most of his time. Or how he would continue to; being a dragon meant that he would live longer, see more, and go where he pleased. Despite all of his past actions, he felt that he had been changed. He was still changing, still evolving into a new version of himself. And for once, he did not mind change. He scratched the back of his head, feeling his hair and skin.
He thought about everything that had been done for him. His family, his friends, and people he never even knew had helped him. He would return the favour, he had decided. Help those who needed it. Before, he was free of responsibility; and his freedom led to emotions, which pushed him into destructive behaviours. Now, he had something to follow; a new purpose for himself, which would allow him to better control himself and understand logical thinking.
"Help," he whispered to himself. "My middle name is Percival, so being a knight errant would be expected. I suppose." He looked around, seeing nobody surrounding him. Best not to talk to himself, he decided. Made him seem strange. Well, stranger.
But, in the end, he was always strange. Always changing, yet always the same. And while he had done things in the past that he was not proud of, he remembered, and always would, because they had led him into becoming who he was at that moment.
It was a long journey - years in the making - but Damien finally knew who he was.