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...
When the flames disappeared, the silence did too. The arena was immediately filled with the sound of human applause and celebration. For them, this had been a cheerful event. For me, it had been something entirely different. I was still shocked and in disbelief of what I'd just done. It was all so surreal. And it was all my fault.
Some humans came to lead me to my cage, and William hid himself under my blue mane. The humans bound me loosely with ropes around my neck and tried to lead me like a horse, but I refused. A rising wave of anger was building inside of me. I didn't care how or why they did this to us anymore. I knew I would never understand them. Now, all I wanted was to rip them apart. When pulling the ropes in a try to get me moving, I let out a warning growl. I would not let them move me. Not an inch.
Make one more move. One more damn move, I dare you...
My tongue slid across my fangs. I'll send you right back to where you belong, in hell. I was on the brink of releasing a severe bite any second now. William, though, had realized this and managed to stop me before getting myself into trouble. "No, don't! They will hurt you a hundred times more than you could ever hurt them!" He whispered. "It's not worth it." He said. I forced myself to calm down, and after a couple of deep breaths I let the humans lead me, reluctantly. While I walked, William ranted; "They know that you are aware. A sentient being. Fighting them would only get you tortured. Haven't you seen the wounds on some of the other dragons? Not all are from battles. Some have been whipped. And there are crossbows within the human crowd as well, some aiming at you as we speak. So calm down."
William was right, this was no time for troublemaking. I remained silent as the humans led me to a gate. This wasn't my ordinary box, but a new one. A much bigger one. When entering the gate I saw that my new enclosure had a very different design. It had metallic bars going from the roof to the floor, creating a cage. The door too was made out of these bars. Above the door stood a wooden plank covered with strange markings which I believed to be human letters. I stepped inside. When the humans had made their way out of the stalls, I let William climb down from his position on my head. We stared at each other, as we both were still traumatized from the earlier event. "I, I didn't know the flames would be that... Brutal." William said in sorrow. "Me neither, but I did it, so I am responsible for what happened." I said. "No!" William protested. "It was my fault, my idea from the very first beginning! I doubt you would have ever done that if it wasn't because of me." I opened my mouth to say something but got interrupted by the voice of a young male; "It was none of your fault! How should any of you newcomers know the power of a fully grown dragon?" I turned around to see that the odd yet friendly voice came from the cage in front of us. "Those things happen all the time out there, you shouldn't feel bad about it." He finished. I observed the strangely pale dragon in front of me. He looked to be roughly around my age, but despite his youth he didn't radiate any of it. In fact, his presence gave off an eerie vibe, and his body language was that of an old, crippled man. He had two slender hind legs which he walked on, complemented by two regular sized, mustard green wings, but no front legs. A wyvern? Smaller than me in size, he appeared tall by walking upright. But what you'd probably notice first was how awfully skinny he looked. You could see every bone poke out, but he didn't seem to mind. Another interesting quirk was how his tail was covered with sharp, pointy spikes. Because of his frail build, he would sometimes stumble when walking, and wag from side to side when sitting down. His ashy grey scales were covered with everything from scratches, bites and scars to burn marks and even acidic spots from other dragons. If we put it all together, this wasn't a healthy dragon. Presumably not mentally either. But he seemed friendly, and we needed a friend.
---------------------------------------------- Thank you for over 150+ reads! It brings me so much joy to see this rewritten version of the book do well <3
I also want to take this time to inform everyone that William, the real guinea pig which the character was based upon, passed away on the 12th of September 2019 due to old age. He was a curious soul and a fantastic pet who meant a great deal to me during my teenage years. When I wrote and published the original Tears of a dragon in 2014, I did so with the idea in mind that his memory would live on trough this book. William became seven years old.
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