Dragons have long been told about in ancient tales and stories as brutal beasts. But the stories were never told from a dragons view.
Blueberry is a wild young dragon who becomes captured by a group of humans and taken to the worst place imaginab...
-young Blueberry- It was a calm morning, nothing out of the ordinary to set this particular morning apart from others. I was playing outside of our cave, hunting imaginary mice and flapping my wings whenever they would go places I couldn't reach. For weeks, I had been working up the courage to ask my father a very important question. And today was the day. I headed back towards the cave and called for him. We lived alone on an isolated mountain, far from any other dragons. My father hadn't responded, most likely because he was still sleeping. "Dad!" I called. A groan echoed from within the cave, and moments later a magnificent black and blue dragon emerged. He was tall, slender and had an agile build. His horns were blessed to be large and intimidating, giving him a fierce and protective look. His claws were curved like that of an eagle, and could easily lift a deer from the ground. The sunlight shimmered against his scales and birds fled from his presence. Our scales shared the same overall black pigment, but had different blue patterns on top of it. Mine were larger and more tightly packed while his were speckled and scattered less densely. I was happy to have my father, and couldn't wait to grow up to be just like him. "Can you teach me how to fly?", I finally asked. He stopped and thought about it. He knew this question would pop up sooner or later. He glanced over the mountain peaks and the thick mist that surrounded them. "Sure, but just around the mountain, alright?" "Yes!" I cheered in success and rushed out of our cave and onto the grass, gazing over the cliff. I had been practicing by myself for some time, gliding from tree to tree, imagining this exact moment. "Flying is something every dragon must learn. You know the basic techniques, correct?" my father asked from the cave's opening."Of course!" I said proudly, I reminiscence of the gliding exercises I'd put so much effort into. "Now, take it really easy, I don't want you to-" My father warned but as usual I didn't really listen to his warnings. My feet were placed at the edge of our mountains steep edge, my nose curiously scanning the aerial space around it. It was so welcoming, I could just stick out my wings right here and right now. The wind took a strong grip from the back of my wings and pushed. That combined with a faint jump from me was enough to send me off the ground. I shouted in fear as I fell to the ground. My adrenaline was pumping, and I was both excited and scared. My feet and tail wagged involuntarily with the winds and my wings twitched from time to time, unused to the pressure applied to them. "No! Wait!" I heard my father scream. Instantly I tried turning around, but as much as I tried - I failed just as much. I couldn't stop the fall. I was inexperienced, and was picking up more speed than I had any control of. Angling my nose upwards in an attempt to change direction, I tried flying up instead, and it worked... somewhat. Now I wasn't falling at least. With speed like never before, unable to stop, I drifted far away from our mountain, into a part of the forest I'd never been to. There my speed slowly began to subside and I began losing height until my feet landed on the ground. Safe, secure ground, never had I been this happy to feel it. Though my joy of landing unharmed was overwhelming, I couldn't help but notice the eeriness of the place. Like stepping right into a forest of nightmares- dark, unwelcoming, and highly threatening. The fog and dense vegetation made a juvenile like me very exposed to danger, it wasn't anything like the protected cave I was used to. Anything could be lurking in the mist. "H-Hello, is anybody here?" I called out but received no answer. A twig shattered and for a second my heart dropped, a lump in my throat formed, making me unable to scream. To my surprise it was my father, and 'Oh was I happy to see him. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly shut it. "We must leave, quick!" Father whispered in a hush. I followed without hesitation. Seeing him being this serious there wasn't time to question it. As we stepped through the forest I started to feel horrible. My instincts were telling me to fly away, as far away as possible. But I continued to follow my father. We walked for some time, until we heard yet another noise. It was then that it happened, my first initial encounter with them. Many moments would be shared with them in the future, but this encounter in particular would change me drastically, harshly and so very unmercifully. We had encountered a group of humans hiding amongst the mist. They were equipped with human weaponry; bows, arrows, spears and capturing nets. It all looked very alien to me, but my father must have known what they were capable of. When our eyes met, the first arrow was fired. My father took action instantly. He stood on his hind legs and spread his wings to shield me. The blue markings on his scales began to glow, and with one big thud he slammed his front legs to the ground again and released a stream of blue fire.
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Three humans were scorched beyond recognition. The blue flames gave off a strong acid-like smell, which combined with the burning flesh left the most unholy smell in the air. But the surviving humans had not given up, and were planning to capture me with a net. Father stood up again and prepared for another charge. While he was focused on bringing down the nets, one human had taken a striking stance with their bow. He didn't see it, but I did. I saw when they fired it. It all happened so quickly. The arrow made a straight line through his neck. It had gone completely through. It was the most clear shot imaginable, and he fell from his prance, dead on the spot. I couldn't process what had just happened. I couldn't act. My heart was going so fast I was sure it would kill me. I had gotten tunnel vision, and couldn't make out where the last human had gone. I don't know if it had run away or died in the fire, but I was still alive, which meant that it wasn't here anymore. I could only stare straight forward at my unmoving father. Everything had happened so fast, I didn't know what to do. He wasn't moving, and blood was pouring out from the wound, he wasn't breathing. My cheeks heated up, eyes began watering, and a sore lump developed in my throat. Small, uncontrollable sobs began forcing their way out along with heavy tears. "Dad?" I stuttered, but received no answer. "Dad?" I asked, but again, no answer. I reluctantly started to realize that it was already too late, and despite my refusing mind I deep down knew there was nothing I could do. He had been killed instantly. Tears started to roll uncontrollably, I had never felt such helplessness, and the world had never felt less safe, or more unfair. I was completely alone. In an unknown and extremely dangerous place.
