Pyralis Balendin: In the Villians Eyes (Twisted Fate Entry)

Pyralis Balendin

It's just another day for me. Another day to be slain by the knight and watch in envy as he carries the princess to 'safety'. My life is only a fairy tale. A fairy tale in which I am the villain and the knight is the hero. I never wanted to be born like this and I most certainly don't want it to continue happening.

However, it cannot come to a halt. I have endless lives and endless nights and days to cry out in agony on how fucking bad my life is. When I try to speak, a blazing blue inferno pours out of my mouth. If you haven't already realized, I am a dragon. My powers are not a gift but a curse. I don't have the warm human touch as most mammals do. Every time I walk my claws dig deep into the rocks as they emulate sound that is equal to nails on a chalk board. My wings don't allow me to step through hallways in which I should be able to proceed through. The long ass tail that looks amazing at drawing only makes clumsier than I already am.

I look out the small opening of my cavern in the mountain side. I was just regenerated to my pointless life. Lucky the worst of today was over. Everyday a new knight comes to this virtual world and tries to 'beat the game'. I think that is nonsense. Why would someone want to hurt something if they didn't even know what or who they are? These people don't know nearly anything about me. The only thing they do know are my flaws. Not personality flaws: fighting in perfections. Every single knight takes advantage of me. They ride their 'perfect' horses with shining armor and have a 'badass' outfit on in which they 'heroically' slay me and ride off into the sunset with their maiden. What did I ever do? Why am I the bad guy? I'm bad because I'm different? Why can't they leave alone to rot! Is it even possible for me to rot!

Hot steaming tears run down my face. For centuries I've been in an endless cycle of hell. They've lived on my mountain that was rightfully mine. I've been here long before they have. I was born here and they murdered my parents. How are they the good guys! They mock me by putting the 'pretty little princess' on my land. Although they've done terrible things to me and the generation of dragon before me, I do not wish to harm them. Dragons are not what they are described to be in legends. They have a heart and soul, even though a hand full of dragons is corrupted and power hungry, we are amazing and loyal friends. These aspects of us are torn to piece with the fact that we're a weapon. We are a powerful, dangerous weapons to them and they think that the only solution to solve this 'problem' is to destroy us.

The sun falls down as the sunset creates a beautiful view of the wildlife. I see the deer escaping to their dens and birds flocking to their nests. The alluring tunes of the crickets fill my heart will bravery. The only way I can get away from the infinite wrath is to leave at nightfall. Even with my graceless movement, I should be able to escape unharmed. I have no clue where I should go and my destination is unknown. But I am willing to take the risk.

The night is young and cold. I feel a light breeze brush against my scales as I step out of my comfortable home. I barely ever go outside; I cannot feel hunger or thirst. My terrifying mass was programmed from the outside world. When I was little, my parents only spoke of them as legends. However, I believe it. Even with my minute amount of knowledge of where in particular I'm headed, I still dream for the promise land. The soft dirt is soothing to my pointy nails while my wings are free the relax. I must leave with haste; the 'precious' knight leaves in the early morning.

The only way I can leave quick enough is for me to fly. I haven't flown in ages; it might be more difficult than I assumed. I take a running, although in reality it was speed walking, start and leapt into the air. I was flying for two minutes and was confident in myself for once. Though after my fluent period of time, I ran into a tall oak tree head first.

"Uh...", with only a few words a small ember rocketed out of my muzzle. The ember lit the tree with flames and slowly burned it. I had to be more careful; I do not wish to kill any of mother nature.

My name is Pyralis Balendin and my fate is uncertain. The path is flexible, it can either end good or bad. Even if I break the 4th wall, I will venture forward to my destination. A villain may not always be evil and a hero might not always be good. Something that is different it does not mean it's a bad thing, even if it wasn't made for that particular job. I can't help myself, I never wished to be born like this. However, I was born like this. Even though I might have some faults, I am still who I am. Humans need to accept this. My programming was wired, but I think of myself as my own living thing. A living thing that needs to be accepted in society. That is my final request.