The Terror in the Skies: Shadow's Story

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~Okay, just to let anyone who reads this know, I sort of messed up on the chapters. I was making a completely different book, and I put part if it into "The Wolves of the Druids." And I can't figure out how to get it off...(I'm like, mentally blonde, don't judge) So here's a preview of "The Terror in the Skies: Shadow's Story."~

A pitch black dragon whizzed by in the darkness of the night. The armor she was born with, the same as her mother's, shined. Her red and black wings flapped effortlessly at her sides. Her red eyes glowed, making her look menacing.

That's me. My name's Shadow, daughter of the great Cynder and Spyro. I'm just out for a bit, enjoying the night while it lasts. Before I have to be locked in a cage again.

That's right, a cage. A freaking steel cage. This evil dragon captured me when I was little and kept me as her slave, using my powers to make her evil contraptions. I try to fight back, but every time I do, this electric current shoots out from the walls and makes me paralyzed for quite a while. I miss my parents a lot though, I barely even remember them, only that my dad was the magical purple dragon and my mom looked almost exactly the same as me.

I never really had a chance to see the world in a free environment yet. My kidnapper, who I don't know her name yet, only lets me out once in a while. Not that often, only to stretch my wings. But, my cage is huge, so there's really no point in letting me out. But I like the outside. It's a change from the stone walls and cold floor.

I whiz by, staring down below at the thick forest, lit by the moonlight. I see animals sleeping, and I feel a bit jealous. I scan the ground below, looking for any danger. Clear. I look up and I see two trees wound together. I flap once, and my body cuts through the night air. I keep my wings at my side as I gain speed quickly, and I do a quick corkscrew through the gap in the trees. I slow down, using my wings to act like a parachute. I then glide over the treetops gracefully.

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