My Story: Dragon Edition

Part 1

My story begins with chaos. Blood. Conflict. Gore. My story begins with a struggle. I'm alone. Dying with regret, blood covering the ground. I'm covered in deep, bleeding wounds. But I wasn't always that way.

I was a normal western dragon, except for one problem... I was born in a clutch of one. Abandoned by my parents, to myself, alone. I never learned the ways of others, just made my own. I was left for eventual death, death by my own kind.

Eventually I found others like me, or so I thought. They avoided me. I tried so hard to make friends, but instead, I made enemies. I soon realized this when they would, for no reason, pass by & scratch a random spot on my body. It only got worse as time went by.

A few hundred years went by...

When I woke up in a strange place. When I looked around, I could only see a few meters in front of me because the circle of light only went that far. I guessed I was in a cave because there appeared to be a hole in the ceiling, letting in bright moon light, right above me.

Suddenly I saw dragons, slightly bigger than me, coming out of the darkness & half way into view. They were almost on top of me. Then they quickly turned & headed back into the darkness. But it wasn't done without harm... They had tails with spikes on them. When they turned quickly, their tails rammed into me on all sides. I hit the ground with a thud.

I tried to stand back up, but was knocked down again with another tail – no spikes, just a hammer. Again, I tried to stand up. This time I was allowed to. There was silence. Nothing in sight but darkness. Then it hit me. Claws & teeth came at me from every direction, slicing at my flesh. Blood starting to gush. Every time one of them bit me, they would bite down & pull, tearing chunks away from my body. But they mostly just used their claws & tails. Their claws caused the deeper, deadlier wounds.

This went on for what seemed like years, but were really hours. Finally, I crashed to the ground in a pool of my own blood. But the hits kept coming. When the pool of blood was larger than me... I could hear only silence. No hits came to me at this time. But it was now morning.

Finally, I saw them all pass by me. They were leaving, I was only slightly relieved. I was dying, being killed by my own kind. I didn't cry. I only regreted. I regreted not fighting back. I laid there till night fall. When everything went black in the cave – there was no light from above me... I saw beautiful glow worms everywhere. The cave was now filled with glowing, blue light. I could see the way out.

When I stopped bleeding, I tried to stand. I failed the first two times, but succeeded on the third. When I tried to walk, I felt even more excruciating pain. Finally, I got to the cave entrance, & spread my wings. I knew none of them would be flying at night. If you flew in the sky at night, you would be snatched & killed by what was known as The Night Killer.

I decided to fly anyways. It would be a quicker kill than by the ones who attacked me. I took flight. I took off towards home. About half way there, the Night Killer snatched me. Plucked me out of the sky as if it were a hawk & I were a pigeon.