Wings of War

Introduction

        Why was it so cold here? I didn't like it here. I NEVER liked the cold nor did I like the blistering, brutal heat of the fire that the guards breathed. But I loved the sunlight. It felt really nice on my scales. At times, I would would sleep in a patch of sunlight. But some nights, the putrid smell of death and whispers of fear from other dragons minds prevented my sleep.

I always felt watched in my cell and I just couldn't shake the weird, lonely but not alone, feeling off. I felt so restricted in the cell with me not being able to do much but ponder about my oncoming death.

Yeah, so I was a hybrid. Yeah, I was a 'weirding' according to "Queen" Burn, but I was still my own dragon. I had every right to live like any other dragon in Pyrrhia, hybrid or NOT. But I was seen differently, like every other dragon that ended up here.

Like the dragon across the walkway from me. Poor thing looked terrified, even after death. I could tell by the frightened look in their eyes and on their face. Would I look like that soon? The thought itself frightened me beyond imagine.

I wonder it was like for him to be stuffed by Queen Burn. I would guess that it would be painful and horrifying, since that was their final moments, their death, and they had to see Queen Burn's scary face. Queen Burn was very frightening after all. But I have to think strait, for I don't want to die now. And I didn't want to die alone, but I wouldn't wish this pain on any other innocent dragon.

Would you?