This is about my OC Darkdew after his trial for murder. This takes place after my book The 4th Generation: 10 Years Later.
He is a Rain/Night hybrid. Son of Glorybringer.
The title is Thoughts, Feelings, and Loneliness.
Darkdew was in the rain and it was raining. Hard. His thoughts were dark but different. After the guards took him away for execution he somehow thought about leaving and he disappeared. He had appeared somewhere that was frightfully cold and he knew he wasn't on the island anymore. He was at the edge of the Ice Kingdom. Darkdew didn't know what to do so he just flew as fast as he could and then a hurricane struck. It came out of nowhere so he had to take shelter in a cave.
Darkdew had been here for what was it five days now? He had suffered significant injuries from the storm and . . . everything else. So now he was in the present and he was sad, lonely, and...angry but not at other dragons. At himself. How could he do this to-to everyone. How could he of killed Paradise not to mention control other dragons against their will and put Fatechanger's best friends in prison for no reason but he knew the answer. It was him. Everyone hated him. No wonder he had never had no friends.
He gritted his teeth as the water droplets slid down his scales. He knew he was paranoid and assessed everyone and everything as a threat even his own parents and sister. Darkdew didn't smile anymore. He didn't grin or smirk. He didn't like the emotion fear. It made dragons do horrible, despicable, unbelievable things like-like him. Then his brain went to a certain NightWing he used to love or she used to love him. Fate-wait he should probably call her Fatechanger. Her full name. The Rain/Night hybrid scratched the stone of the cave with his talons. The love of his life should of dumped him when she had the chance.
It was like every single dragon he had ever met would say to him. "You're crazy." or "No wonder you have no friends you are totally mental." and one that had really struck him "The thing that makes a a personality a personality is kindness, honesty, empathy, and loyalty. You are none of those things. In fact you are the opposite, you conniving, selfish, good for nothing, evil...I can't even say anything but just so you know you will never be a dragon in anyone's eyes. Everyone will know you like you were the othermind and nothing more." That was told to him by Foekiller who was 2,019 years old but didn't look a day over 9. She said that in front of every living dragon of every single tribe ever. Darkdew knew he probably didn't have the title prince or the title friendly anymore.
He curled into a ball hugging his tail. His scales turned a dark blue. Huh he thought. He had never turned blue before. Was this despondency? The-the feeling of low spirits caused by loss of hope. Well he wasn't really feeling any hope. Everything was just low. The hybrid felt the blood on his scales and cringed. "I wish I had medical supplies." He muttered. Darkdew began to cry. This was his life now. Living alone with nothing and no one to keep him company. The wind blew against his frills making him feel cold.
Nobody could help him now. He was a wanted criminal and he couldn't change anyone's mind. Not even Fatechanger's.
