Every dragon has a soulmate. Every dragon WANTS a soulmate. Except for Raine. But a dragon without a soulmate is easy prey to Them, and Raine is in danger.
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Tears sting my eyes and I bare my teeth at nothing again. I'm so stupid - why am I feeling sorry for those I don't know? I've never felt like this before. I'm tough. I don't feel like this-
The golden dragon and her soulmate. Look at how happy they were...
I growl and fly even higher. I'm almost at the cloud layer. If my lungs work well enough right now, they might just let me breathe in the low oxygen above the clouds. Then I'll be able to hide from Ghee if he comes after me. He won't know where I am.
He's insane. I shiver, my claws clicking together, and take a deep breath. I can already feel the strain on my lungs. I'll need to take quick, deep breaths.
The clouds are high up today, unluckily for me. I have to go higher than I should to stay hidden.
I cough, and it's a wheezing sound. Dangerous. I need to hurry. Either I go up above the clouds now, or I go back down and try my luck with dodging blue-flaming trees in the forest.
Below me is burning. Above me is suffocation. In between is murder. Clouds or forest? Forest or murder?
What a lovely choice to make on a nice sunny day.
Clouds.
I swerve up and into the cold mist, my shivering increasing. I haven't been cold in a while. It's dangerous to be in extreme cold after not experiencing any for a long time, but I have to do this.
I gasp for air as I manage to climb my way out of the cloud. My heart is pounding way too fast and hard, and I can barely breathe. I am going to die. I'll fall, or suffocate. Whichever happens first.
I focus on beating my wings. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
No, I can't. There are black patches in front of my eyes now, and I need air, and my lungs feel like wet sponges, breathe breathe-
I hear a cry in my hear, like a roar but faint and soft. A soft whine. A rumble. All around me, in the haze of black that is my vision, are dragons.
Aerostrait dragons. Rainbow-coloured, with huge wings and long bodies ending in sharp whip-thin tails, they start their Migration early, and in small family groups. Their seasons are different to ours (ours being Mating, Migration, Serenity, and Hunger and theirs being Migration, Mating, Family, Migration) and so they are beginning now. When they reach their destination, they will find a mate. They're the only types of dragons that don't accept soulmates as good and natural. They also have their own confusing language.
I'm in the midst of a flock of Aerostraits. One of them, one of the largest (as far as I can see, which is not a lot by now), flies slowly over to me.
I'm really so tired now...
My wing beats falter. My head hurts. I'm not even trying to breathe anymore.
I dip into the clouds again, and then I fall.
The chapters are shorter from now on, 'cause like a Netflix series the first part and the last are always the longest.
Besides that, the chapters will variate in length... this one has 500 words, but another one might have 900, or a thousand, or 400...
_-_-_-_-In case you're having a bad day, here's a horse dragon-_-_-_-_
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