Origins

Maddy- part 1

I was born into the skyraveger clan in the human year of 1642. Not many dragons are born each year, because the lifespan of the race is very long.

I've seen empires fall to the power of my people, and many of my race die to slayers. I was a warrior and was expected to destroy towns in the war between slayer and dragon.

My duty is to destroy the town nearest to the slayer base.

I soar over the sky and look through the clouds. I spot a few human houses and flew a bit lower. I recogniz one tower from my mission plan.

I roar deep and loud, a sound that gives chills to the bravest soldier, and swoop out of the clouds.

A human shouts to another and they position a canon and a large crossbow. They shoot at me but miss, for they are poor shots and I am fast. Not that it would matter, because my armoured scales are impenetrable by anything less than a black arrow.

I breathe fire at the enemy and burn one of their towers to the ground. Screams from the women and children hurt my sensitive ears and I mourn little for them because this is war and I am a soldier. I cannot be distracted by petty lives.

I land on one of the buildings and a part of the roof crumbles beneath my weight. I breathe a bit of fire into the hole.

I jump to a more solid home and road loudly. The townspeople flood the streets, all flowing the same direction. Not scrambled chaos like usual. Curious.

I soar over them so that they feel enclosed. Following their trail, I end up on top of a tall building made completely of black volcanic rock. It won't ignite or melt even by the heat of my fire. The slayers are getting more clever. I spit flames into the croud of people causing panic and death. I try to break the building but it is strong. Many of the town people are getting in. I need to stop this. I hop into the street and cause the people to fall or run away. A man comes to me with a sword so I simply bite him in half. I swing my tail around, knocking many humans to the ground.

I spot a slayer running along rooftops pointing a weapon at me. The slayers are easy to find because of their clothing. They wear all white for "purity."

I breathe fire at him and he immediately pulls up a dark cloak. My fire should disintegrate it but he remains unscathed. He throws a black arrow spear at me, which hits my foot. I howl in dismay and swing around breathing as many flames as I can to the citizens. I see a young man, probably about 18 human years, run up to me and stand in front of another girl who looks around his age. He holds out his hands toward me in surrender. I stop for a moment, for no human has ever done such a bold yet humble gesture toward a beast who could kill him in a second.

Another black arrow hits me closer to vitals, so I send a bit more fire toward the people, avoiding the boy, and fly into the air. I start feeling a bit drowsey and decide to land and take a break. I search for some cover or shelter so the slayers can't find me, but pass out a few steps later.

When I awake, the human is standing over my head. I try in vain to bite at him but the movement sends a sharp pain to my abdomen.

"Shh, don't move." His voice is deep.

He walks around my enormous figure and inspects my body.

My stomach clenches at this. It isn't pain but a whole different feeling.

"You have a few black arrows lodged near your heart. None have punctured it, but they must hurt badly."

The man grips the shaft of an arrow. "Don't lash out, ok?"

I send a telepathic answer. We can't form words like humans, so we have telepathy to communicate. He seems mildly surprised. "You're female?"

I send another one. "Well that wasn't very ladylike." He scoffs lightheartedly.

He yanks the arrow out and I clench my teeth.

He grabs another and pulls it out. He continues until they all have been removed.

I am a warrior and I was doing my job, but I can't bring myself to look at this kind man when I was slaughtering his people.

"That's ok girl. You'll be okay." However, I do sent him an angry message to stop talking to me like a pet.

"Sorry." After all the arrows were out, my wounds started to heal. Not incredibly fast, but enough that the bleeding stopped.

"So, where do you live? I can escort you home." He offered with a odd smile.

I sent him a message telling him it was in the sky and good luck escorting me there.

He laughs and tries to help me stand, but I weigh too much. It does help a small bit, so I'm able to get on my feet.

I send him a thank you, and stretch out my wings. They are a shiny emerald colour and have a span of about 70 feet.

He watches in amazement as I attempt to fly. It is painful and I hope he can't see the effort it requires.

I struggle a bit and it hurts so severely that I must land. When I do, he gives me a concerned look.

"We should find a healer." I nod my head but send what healer would help a dragon who just destroyed a town?

"Good point." He ponders for a moment. "I know."

I can walk well enough but flying is impossible right now. I follow him through the forest. He is running quickly, but my stride is big enough that his run is as fast as my walk.

He brings me to a small hut. I lay down and rest my head on my front leg.

He walks into the hut and a few minutes later, he comes out with an old woman. She inspects me says something to the man. He nods and she gets a look of absolute resolve. The young man walks to me and she rushes into her house.

"She said she's going to do her absolute best."
Why is she helping?
"She said the dragon race is in danger and needs to be protected."

This alarms me and I flood him with messages on accident.

He puts his hands to his head and appears wobbily. He sits against me and closes his eyes in pain.

I want to say I'm sorry, but I don't think he would appreciate another telepathic message.

I can see him recover and open his eyes.

"That's all I heard. I don't know anything else." I nod and rest my head again.

The woman comes out again with a few vials of liquid.

"Drink this one." I do as she pours it into my mouth and I immediately feel better.
Thank you.

She ignores this and throws me a piece of meat. I catch it and eat happily.

The man comes to me.

"I better be off, or they'll notice my absence. Goodnight - what's your name?"
Madificent.

"That's an interesting name. Mine's Edmund."
Well goodnight.

As he leaves, I get that weird feeling in my gut and brush it off. The lady comes out.

"Get on outta here dragon. Go home."
Why did you help me?

"Tsk, I'm a witch. I do what I want. Why let a dragon die by the hands of those imbeciles? I support the dragon in this bloody war."

I nod and let it go. With my wings repaired, I am able to fly, so I return home.