Logatos's short stories :)

...Void

I loved, yet hated the army of Burn's.

I liked the order, the strategies, the killing without consequence. 

... What I hated was Rogue not being here.

I miss her and her constant reassurance and steadyness. She kept me calm, and in control just with her presence.

I feel empty inside, much like my name, like a literal Void is in me.

And it's not helping that she hasen't answered one of my letters yet.

Harpy has, but not Rogue.... Grrrrahhhh that damned Thysan.....

But I trust her, and I'm sure if she had time she would reach out.... Right?

She will.

I.... I think.....

Burn's army...

... My first day was the best.

I was one of eleven other new dragons, all a bit more battle worn already, or, looked starved. Either way it seemed everyone else here was desperate. 

For a fight, or for food. Or both.

I was lucky in that sense I guess, being well fed and here to fight to heal my mind a bit. I have Harpy to thank for that, as well as Rogue.

The first thing that happened, everyone got something to eat. Being Sandwings, we didn't need much, so everyone was given a few small things like lizards and a few small birds. I only took a small bite, before passing my portion (a rat) to the smaller Sandwing beside me. 

They were a dull grey-ish tan, with dark frill. They were similar to me in that regard, but much skinnier and a year or two younger. They had dark eyes, like most Sandwings, and looked a little... Shaky. Poor guy needed the food more than me.

After I slid it over, he looked more confused than grateful, but I purposefully just looked forward like nothing happened as the fragile Sandwing looked at me. Eventually he ate what I gave him, and after that day, he kinda.... Followed me everywhere.

Turns out, his name was Bilby, and his parents sent him to fight because they couldn't take care of him... It was a common story in the scorpion den apparently, but I felt bad for him. 

The first week was constant training. 

Battle moves...

Tactics...

And... How to be intimidating.

A big thing that Sandwings care about is their reputations, and how scary they seem to others. For me it was easy. I'm naturally a killer, so I had quite the good score in that regard.

But.... Bilby had an issue with it with his thin appearance, and uneasy personality... He was a worried little guy.

So one night I snuck out with him to help him practice.

".... Lift your tail higher." I say blandly, sitting boredly as I watch Bilby struggle to stand up straight. 

He's trying to raise his barb up, to seem ready to strike... But he's to timid to raise it higher than a few feet, since he thinks it's to dangerous... Sigh....

"That's it..." I grumble, stomping over.

He looks at me nervously, looking down. I knew he couldn't help it, but it frustrated me how weak he acts...

I physically move his legs a bit more into a wide stance, and position his tail higher. He still looks to... Scared. Grrr... Maybe I'm going about this wrong... He can't pull off the tall intimidation tactic... Maybe something more sneaky.

I tap a talon on my chin as I look at him, before smiling slightly.

"... Relax more Bilby, I got an idea.."

I say more gently, and he sighs as he flips his tail down, his wings drooping as well. In a better world, he probably wouldn't need to bother being a viscous killer... Like me.

I move him again, curling his tail Abit with the stinger up and lower his head... Now he looks dangerous, in a different way...

"...now smile, but in a creepy way..." I say, waving a talon at him lazily. Once he does, only partially successful, I smile.

"Perfect. Do this whenever the commanders around, but don't look him in the eyes, only the other soldiers"

He smiles at me, nodding brightly. He doesn't like to say much, since he's got a scratchy voice from an injury as a dragonet. I didn't mind.

...after that night, the next month of fighting was a lot easier for Bilby. I guess I gave him the confidence he needed, and he started actually getting along with other soldiers... And stopped talking to me. But I wasn't worried anymore, even if it made me think more about missing Rogue... And I started writing more frequent letters to Harpy. 

But I put my all into battles, as Rogue told me I should, which helped me release the restless energy I'd collected from living quietly before now. I should be concerned I can't go long without wanting to rip something to pieces, but, eh.

The next two months of life as a soldier.... We're the hardest. Not because of the fighting, or my growing loneliness... It was the general. 

He quickly learned I followed orders a bit too precisely... So he often gave me bloody tasks in secret. Rogue did tell me to do as my commanders ordered, without much room to deny them. 

Probably should have worked her order better... But it's not her fault, she didn't know...

I became an assassin, basically overnight, known as the dusk slasher.... I won't go into detail of the things I did, but I was often ordered to paint the blood of my targets as far as I could... Not pretty to most.

But I kinda.. liked it... I enjoyed seeing the blood everywhere I stepped... Sigh.

As soon as I got home though... Well, you know the rest...

I'm sorry, I promise I'm writing more. Soon I'll make a part two for Void, before he rejoins the main plot, but this is a glimpse into his life fighting. 

And Bilby will return then too... :)