The Devil Spawn

Chapter 3

SURGE

After Ciara left that one night, I realized that not all humans were murderous, bloodthirsty beings; only a couple powerful ones were.

I had longed to see her again, but I was never able to. Three days after I had helped her, the DE came for me. I had been sulking in the rotten log when I had heard muttered curses and profanities. "Where is that stupid dragon?" A voice said. Immediately, I slipped out of the log and flashed across the clearing. I didn't stop running until I was miles away from the exterminators, and then I spread my wings and lifted off.

That was a decade ago.

Since then I have been hiding on a remote island, where hardly any humans live. Lately, though, I have seen adds on the Holograms alongside the roads that have my picture on them. I can't read human, but I figure that the black squiggles underneath my picture can't mean anything good. I don't know if I should stay here or if I should move somewhere else.

I fly to my home - a cave on the cliff on the side of the island. I sit on a pile of scrap metal that I have collected. I curl my tail around a small pile of shiny coins that the few humans here have dropped.

I love metal, and anything shiny. I know, it makes me sound like some kind of bird, but I am way more awesome than any bird. I am a dragon!!! I can breathe fire! Can any birds do that? No! Point proven.

The reason I like metal and shiny things is embedded deep into the history of dragons. If we suck on shiny things, or metals, it releases a calming chemical into our systems. It doesn't work for humans, though.

I pop a coin in my mouth as I think about if I should stay or leave. "No one has seen me here yet" I say to myself. "But they are searching harder for me now. Maybe someone did see me and the DE are coming here now." I argue with myself. "But then you have to move all your stuff, and that will be hard work!" the lazy side of me says. "Yeah, but then you won't get caught!" my smart side argues. See, this is what you get for being alone to long; you start arguing with yourself.

I decide to listen to my smart side.

I gather my coins and some of my scrap metal and fly out of my cave. "Bye, home." I say softly then I turn to fly wherever it is that I'm flying to.