Vivial: A Dragon's Tale

Chapter 2

   It was completely dark outside, and Vivial was exhausted even though she had already had a 'nap', but she didn't have time for rest. The clan was approaching, and they didn't seem to mind that she could hear them. Loud roars echoed up the bluffs, and the sound of stomping rattled through the ground and caused the cave to shake.

   Vivial didn't want to leave the comfort of her cave, even though she would have to face the entire clan. She also didn't know if she would be able to fight for how drowsy she was. Before she knew it she started to drop off. The rhythmic beating of the claws on the beach reminded her off a song her mother used to sing to her;   "Dragon, my sweet, close your eyes and

                                               Go to sleep, dream of all the creatures

                                                      Dream of all the creatures

                                                  I will protect you, I will love you

                                         No matter what, I will love you, no matter what"

   This song had lulled her to sleep for 7 years, but then her mother stopped singing it... She stopped cuddling Vivial, stopped bringing food. She was quiet, as if she was sick. She stayed up late speaking with the large grey dragon that was Vivial's father. Their conversations were sometimes short, sometimes long, dragging into the few hours of the morning. One morning, after two Springs of this behavior, Vivial's mother flew off into the sky for the Hunt. These hunts usually took a long time to complete, since the whole clan goes out to stockpile food for Winter, so no one was worried when Vivial's mother did not come back with the rest of the clan. She had probably chased her prey a good ways away from the clan. She did not come back for the rest of the day. She did not return for a week. Vivial's father got more worried by the day.

   Finally, after 2 weeks of her not returning, he took Vivial upon his back and spread his wings to search. He follow her scent to a large clearing. Her scent mingled with the metallic smell of blood. Corpses of two-legged creatures lay scattered everywhere, humans, drenched in blood, and bullet-shells were buried in the packed dirt. One slightly buried item was out of place here. A single scale, the color of the moonlight. Vivial's father flew home to the cave with his dragonling on his back, and the silver scale clutched in his claws. He set Vivial at the edge of the cave, told her to go to bed, a soared away with tears pouring out of his eyes.

   The clan discovered what had happened the next day, and have hated her ever since.

   Now they were trying to kill her.