Half Breed

Razz'ol Blackheart

Magical, metal bindings held them in place from their necks to their tails, dragons of every colour. I'd even notice some of the water dragons of the south seas because of their large tails for swimming, the others I could only speculate the element they had. Some were thinner, sleek and their wings were meticulously curved, they must've specialised in wind or flight. Others were huge, muscular, rugged, thick scales that looked stronger than steel, I assumed they must've been earth dragons. Others were bright white or blue, with sharp edges to their scales, horns and overall design. I wasn't too sure about those nor did I know what fire dragons would look like.

I rambled past them, periodically slowing down in amazement of their extraordinary mystique, but in disgust at their captive state. Their eyes locked onto me, and whilst some of them branded me with honourable titles like 'enslaver', 'filth', or even gave threats, I chose to ignore them, because they didn't know better. Walking along the wide pathway, I wondered, why make a prison for them here? After all, Winter and the vice principal, Derek, did teleport them back to their homeland, right?

"You!" one of them yelled out, but his speech was a little slurred, heavy, and a bit difficult to understand.

I turned, and immediately recognised the dragon. It was the first one I'd seen, the very same dragon that destroyed a part of the principal's office, the very one I bound until his capture. I walked up to the beast held behind glass, "Why are you here?" I asked?

"You already, know," he said, taking his time to talk.

"No, no I don't. That's why I'm asking. Didn't they send you back to your homeland?"

"Back to my land? Don't, be foolish," it bellowed, "you greedy piles of excrement only wish to steal, from us!"

What is he talking about? "Steal what? I'm not following."

"You, really do not know?" he asked and I shook my head in denial. His mouth, when he talked, looked, strange. As he told me of the elements, and how draconic magic was difficult for us to learn, I realised that his tongue was missing! I wanted to inquire about it, but the mental impact of his words robbed my mind of the question, focusing my attention elsewhere. "This wretched prison, does not just contain my kin, it extracts our draconic energy to feed the surface, with power."

Did I just hear what I did? Was I in a dream? How could they do this? Why, would they do this? Who knew they were doing this? So many questions flooded the banks of my mind. But one question, or dilemma, rather, strutted about in my mind. Should I try to free them?

I entered the cell through the cut-out and encroached the leviathan. "What element do you possess?" I inquired, making small talk. He replied with fire, laughing wickedly and telling me that's how he blew up the top of the office. I climbed up from his wings that were restrained to the ground and walked on his back. He tried moving, questioning my action in the process, but the magical bindings held him firmly. I sat on his neck and took a look inside his jaw. I wonder...

I teleported to my room and created some green pills and returned to his cell, administering it, albeit he spat out the first few, thinking it'd kill him. I couldn't fault him. Thankfully, he came to trust me enough for at least one to enter his system.

"What, is this?" he asked me, "I feel, so much better."

I undid a transmutation of one of the pills and it returned to paste form. "I have to apply this on your tongue, you won't bite my hand off, will you?"

He shook his head and opened the cavernous jaw, showing off his fangs. I leaned over and delivered the treatment, my own little way of somewhat atoning for what I've done. "I'm sorry, that this happened. Had I known..." I paused, not exactly knowing what I'd do.