The Dragon Born

My Life

I woke up on the filthy bed that I've grown up in. Blood, dirt, and sweat hardened the sheets and covers. I carefully sat up to attempt to not hit my head on the top bunk. I sighed and got off the bed. As I put on a fresh pair of clothes, I kept an eye out for the other creatures. They didn't seem to care, but I still didn't want any male creatures too interested in me. With only bars between us, we can all see each other. I share a cell with another flying beast, but that didn't seem to matter. My wings were slightly crusted from dried blood from the last incident, but at least my cell mate cares enough to try not to hurt me when I just got hurt by the care-takers. But once the blood dries and my wound is scabbed up enough to keep from bleeding from the slightest move, more torture endures as she wrestles me to the ground. We all have our ways of getting along with the hardships, but her way was unleashing it on whoever she can reach. She's tried doing it in front of a large crowd of tourists, but she was pretty beaten up after that. And because of the incident, protests became an everyday thing, so law enforcement had to take care of it. Only a few people dared to get close to even see the minor details that scream abuse, and they would take pictures and started suing the owner of this traveling torture. Sooner or later, film was prohibited altogether because of "false proclamation of abuse". And I try my hardest to help those who are trying to help us, but I would get a bigger beating than usual.

I sighed and slightly limped, prepared for the incoming attack. I looked up just in time to hear, "GAH!" Before feeling claws dig into my shoulder. I screamed in agony as I fell to my knees. The others slammed into each other to get a good look at the fight and made their sounds to encourage my beating. I retaliated and bit hard into the creature's leg. She screeched in pain and got her beak around my neck. I freed my wing from being stuck under her heel and flapped up until I reached the top, where I crushed her with my strength. She made another cry and I felt her talons slip out of their holes. I went down a little and she fell to the ground. Relieved that I have finally told that pest who's boss, I closed my eyes and made a battle cry that made all the creatures look up at me with fear. I opened my eyes to see the sunlight now making the sky brighten with the hope of a change. I looked down at my opponent and saw her look defeated. I laughed and floated down to see the blood pooling around the beast. At first, I thought it was just a minor scratch, but I didn't realize the lethality of the wound that I had made into her. It mostly came from her head, so I gave it a small kick, trying to see the wound. What I saw made my heart sink and my eyes widen.

Bits of her skull was scattered on the floor and part of her brain was coming out of her. Her beak was cracked and the feathers were all turning red. I knew I had killed her, but I only sighed in relief. I only hoped that this either gives more reason for protesters or gives the care takers something to fear. I knew I would either get fear or anger, so I wanted to increase the chance of fear.

I waited for the care takers, but for some reason, the metal doors that kept our cages hidden lifted and the crime scene was exposed. At first, there were only a few gasps of surprise, but when a little girl screamed as some blood leaked out of the cage, the rest of the crowd looked over and looked frightened. Those who brought their cameras decided to take a picture of my little scene while others ran for their lives, carrying their young.

I pressed into the bars and begged, "PLEASE! LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!"

Someone wrote into a notepad for some reason, I bet taking in my words. A man with a hood covering his eyes didn't move at all, as if he was frozen from shock. A police man saw it from far away and looked frightened.

I explained to the crowd, "I WAS DEFENDING MYSELF! I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE! PLEASE!"

Just as it couldn't be any worse, the owner came out and saw the scene. He gasped and stared at it for a while. It didn't take long before the crowd attacked him. I knew I was in trouble because of this. The creature being a mixture of a cat and a human growled at me with fear from a couple of cells to my right. The one in between us was a wolf hybrid, but he was still too sleepy to understand what happened. The one to my left looked more like a tree, but it still moved and showed me a mixture of fear and sympathy. Eventually, the wolf hybrid understood what was going on and howled into the air. His stomach growled and he looked at a man with a hot dog with hunger written all over his face.

The man that had a hood over his eyes pulled the hood back and made me shiver. His eyes were white, and he didn't look like he had any real emotion, but he seemed to look like I was someone familiar to him, that I was from a distant past. My name and species was written on a board that was placed in front of my cage, so maybe he recognized me from when we were here another time. We never know where we are, since one day, we are in a desert, another day, we are in an ice plain. The man made a nod and pulled the hood over his eyes. A majority of the people that were here had already gone. As the owner was still getting beaten up, a police officer walked over and started pepper spraying everyone around him. People fell back and screamed in agony. Eventaully, he got enough people away to escort him to his office. Workers quickly pulled the metal over the crowds eyes, but I kept watching the strange man. I even went to my knees to attempt to take one last look at him.

Then the shouting came, "who didn't take care of the animals before showing them off?"

No one answered

"Take care of that mess! We need to clean up before the next day!" Three men came near my cage. One of them forcefully made a holding stick go over my head and tighten it around my neck. I screamed in surprised and tried to break free, but the material was too strong. I couldn't go anywhere and the other two entered the cage. They started hitting my already sensitive body with sticks for about a minute, but I simply blocked it out. I didn't care about what they want. All I wanted was what was on the other side of the bars. I wanted to know what kind of life the white eyed man had. Who does he live with? How do they treat him? How did he find out about this place? Is he helping us? And when the owner can in with scratches and a black eye, I ignored him, since I knew what he was going to say. I was worthless to his eyes. But why should I care? He made this mess, and he finally got punished.

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Hey, everyone. I know. It only just came out and I have somehow already wrote chapter two! I hope everyone enjoys it. And don't worry. It'll get better. I'm thinking of doing a new pov, so it looks like we will take a small glance at Herobrine's life. So remember the following:

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And I will see you later nightcorists!