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...
"Thank you." I said, and I really meant it. To talk was what I needed right now.
"This whole experience has been... so terrible. I can't really describe it with words..." I said. "You don't have to. I know what you mean, there is really nothing to compare it to." He said and sat down. Despite being in a relaxed pose, there were no signs of curvature from natural fat. He really was just skin and bones. We looked at each other from the distance of our cages, and I asked; "What's with the other dragons?" He casted an eye at the endless row of cages lined up besides our own. The dragons in them lacked something. "You and I are somewhat of a rarity. You see, the humans go for the smallest ones. The hatchlings, or even the eggs. Makes it easier for them. Many have been here for so long that they have completely lost themselves. They don't know who they are or who they once were. When they go for the older ones, you know you are special."
The conversation was cut short as William suddenly froze and stared widely at the arena gate. "What is it?" I said. "Wait here... there is something going on out there." He said and pointed with his nose at the arena. "I'll check it out." He added and slid out between the bars, and then squeezed through one of the many cracks in the arena gate. With William gone, silence filled both mine and the skinny dragon's cage. I became more and more nervous as time passed and I walked closer to the gate. Anxiously, I observed the little crack which William had passed through. My tail clenched around the cage and didn't let go before the grey wyvern intervened, "You need to teach yourself how to remain calm. There are always things going on out there, and it won't change tomorrow or the day after that. He will be back." My bubble of focus had burst, and I threw him a confused look, to which he responded; "They kill dragons, not guinea pigs. He will be back, I promise." His blonde frill shivered as he gave me a friendly look, which calmed me down for the moment. There was definitely something off about him, he didn't seem to have it all together, but for now he was what I needed. I let go of the metal bars and turned my head to properly face him; "Who... Who are you?" He looked somewhat confused, as if he didn't quite know how to respond. "Me...? I'm... I am..." He stammered.
In an instant, his gaze turned cold and empty, as if he wasn't really here with us. His body had begun to wag from side to side again. His breathing became fast and desperate, his claws digging into the ground. "I-I..." He continued. My natural reaction was to back off. I had never seen anyone act like this before.
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Suddenly his spiky tail left it's position from the ground, rising into a defensive, rigid pose. "I am a murderer." He stuttered, painfully. I became frightened, and in an instant tried to calm him. I took slow, reassuring breaths to balance his rapid ones. Slowly our breathing became one rhythm, and he regained control of himself. The tail and it's spikes were lowered. That question, simple as it was, had triggered something deep.
"Aren't we all killers in the arena?" I asked.
"Yes... But my story is different. I didn't fight out there, but... I still killed them." A flashback of memories - painful by his expression- , hit him and made his gaze freeze. "I'm afraid I don't understand." My voice dragged him back to reality and he shook off whatever he'd seen to answer me. "As you understand, most dragons aren't born here but captured in the wild. Plenty were captured at such an early age most of them don't even remember the outside world. They don't remember who they were. But I remember! Glimpses of it so clearly. I was... raised in this hell. Yet I remember it. The grass and the wind.." He pressed his nose against the metal. "I wasn't a good fighter when I was younger. I was weak and the smallest of the clutch. And back then, I should have died and I knew it. It was just a question of time."
"What happened, I mean, how did you survive?" It might have been rude blurting it out like this, but I needed to know. His golden-brown eyes widened at the question. "This happened." Rapidly, the hundreds of spikes became erect from his tail. I twitched, but remained silent. "I remember the day as yesterday, I had barely survived a fight with four wolves, but somehow I managed to kill one of them and get away with only this." He said and pointed at a faded bite mark on his leg. I was still silent, but this time out of respect. The thought of how all scars on his body, every single one, came from bloody battles gave me shivers. "When they opened the gate to my next opponent... I couldn't believe it. When you face someone ten times bigger than you, you know you won't make it. And I had accepted that. But we fought, and just when I thought that the end was coming something happened."
"What happened?" I was deeply focused on his story. "I lost control and went into another state. Then one of my tail spikes flew away and hit the dragon."
"What do you mean flew away?"
"I mean that it actually detached from my tail and hit the dragon. I know it sounds surreal, and since I can't control it to prove it to you, it's okay to don't believe me."
---------------------------------------------- 200+ reads, lessgoooo!! The updates are a bit slow right now because of studies, but I will compensate with some more detailed art for the next chapter :)
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