The Wrath of the Fallen Dragon

𝑰 - 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

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Your head pounds in a dull painful manner. Thoughts were impossible to calm and your eyelids felt increasingly heavy. All you knew was: that something very powerful must've put you in this state.

A voice unfamiliar to you; rumbles far deep within your mind. It was trying to tell you something—no, commanding you to do something... but you can't even begin to understand any of it. Finally, once all its grumblings stop, you feel a bit of willpower; enough to force open your eyes.

"Oh?" You rub your eyes in wonder at your new and unfamiliar surroundings. The smell of damp cold stone and large metal bars seemed to cage you in. A soft sigh leaves you.

Stretching your wings and rolling your shoulders, you try to warm up your body. It was cold, and not only cold but also in pain. It wasn't something you had immediately noticed as you were too distracted by the voice and surroundings. You couldn't remember any reason why you'd be in so much pain, so to help some memories bubble up, you give your body a quick check. It wasn't pretty. Many small and large marks were all over your damaged body.

"Ouch... how did I get so many bruises?" Pressing your lips together you stand up (legs wobbling) and fan out your heavy wings. They hurt too— yet you couldn't help but think about trying to use them. Looking up at the ceiling of your (what you deemed to be a prison) you notice a small opening that seemed just large enough for you to fit through. Flapping your wings you easily take flight despite the discomfort. Making it up about five feet into the air—your wings suddenly give out and you fall to the ground.

"I can't even fly properly?" You grunt, wiping your eyes from the small tears that gathered from the pain. Quickly thinking about what to do next, you stand up and dust yourself off. With a look of pure determination, you take off in flight once again. Managing to fly a little further up than before... your wing once again gives out. You tumble hard against the floor hitting your knee against a sharp rock in the process. You curse under your breath when it starts to ooze out warm scarlet blood.

"Where do you think you're going?" A sassy voice calls out from somewhere in the cave. Your eyes dart all over the room to find who it belongs to.

"You can't even fly properly... Ha, how utterly pathetic..!" Finally, your eyes meet his with a sharp harsh glare.

"How did you get in here?" Your voice seems to leave you quicker than you wish. Not being able to control the tone, it comes out harsh and desperate. You give the man a good look, openly looking at him, and size him up. The man wasn't terribly tall with his hair; a dark green, stopping at the base of his neck. His eyes: an unusual deep yellow-orange. Sharp and outwardly disappointed. He grins at your words but a small amount of crimson is noticeable on his cheeks. It seems he was aware of your staring (not that you were hiding it).

"Heh, are you really this dumb?" The dark green-haired man walks closer. His eyes never leave yours; making you shiver in anticipation.

"Uh, um, perhaps?" You wipe the blood from my knee with a finger from your right hand. It stung. Your action seems to gain the strange man's attention. He shifts his footing a little uncomfortably before he makes his way to your side. He ducks down beside you—his shoulder almost touching yours— his eyes soften as he takes a look at your knee.

"...and you've managed to injure yourself once again. All those scratches weren't enough for you, huh?"

"...sorry..?" Not quite understanding why you were apologizing to the stranger, your voice comes out in a low mumble.

"Never mind. Are you able to stand?"

"I think so..." You huff and try to stand, however, your knee fails you. "Oof!" Tumbling back towards the ground you grunt. The man watches your actions and saves you last minute from hitting the ground once again. He doesn't do it helpfully though, more of one with sass and unwillingness.