Ballad of Flowers

Chapter 1

               Orchid was a normal dragon, not too special in many ways. Her stature was short and thin, and her species very controversial. She was a Rainwing, and all this together led to her being abused, destroyed, and driven to the point of insanity. There were laws that allowed for these creatures to be hurt and killed with no consequences towards the attacker. In fact, the cities and police practically encouraged it, praising people who attacked them. They saw Rainwings as dangerous, evil beings that would stop at nothing to end humanity.

Orchid's everyday life was somewhat average, attending college for art and teaching in the afternoon, and working at a minimum-wage job with the night shift. She dreaded leaving the house, fearing for her safety and life on the streets of the nice urban city. With her luck, she had run out of food yet again, and had to go the grocery store. Remembering last time with a shudder, she took off towards the store she worked at. The entire way, she couldn't stop remembering the awful injustices that had occurred to her species and wondered why they did this. For fun? Maybe... She was treated like a punching bag, being beaten around every corner and street.

When she landed, she tried drawing as little attention to herself as possible, her scales a bright white with spots of cyan floating across. As she walked in, she scampered over to the isles she commonly went through, the fresh fruit isle and the instant noodle isle. Both foods were somewhat cheap, and all she ever ate. A small lapse of judgement brought her to the dairy isle, her mind wandering as she bumped into a tall male canine, who wore a shirt with propaganda all over it. The only thing she was thinking at the moment was that she was going to die. "I-I'm extremely sorry sir, p-please forgive my clumsiness!" Orchid stutters, slowly backing away. The man glares at her and decides to let out his stress on this innocent creature. "You're gonna regret that, you fucking terrorist..." He growled, drawing back his fist to punch her. She quickly tried to dodge the attack to no avail, the blow connecting with her jaw and knocking her to the floor, where she whimpered and tried to get away. She picked up her scattered groceries and ran desperately for the self-checkout, scanning everything, paying, and bolting out the door. The man followed her quickly, coming within inches of pouncing on her and resuming his torture. She took off again, shaking as she soared away from him, barking curses and slurs before walking back inside. That was her daily fill of action as she flew back to her humble abode, the orange sun shining off her shifting scales nicely...