Lost Dragon

I didn't care. The humans caught me 7 years ago today. For 7 years, I had been in dragon-shifters, and 'pure dragon' slave camps, or travelling around on show. I didn't care anymore. The humans had broke me. I didn't feel anything, I wasn't sad, happy, angry, depressed, just numb. I was numb to everything, except the pain my heart was in. I wanted freedom, but that dream had been lost 4 years ago. I just went along, hoping to see another day, hoping for hope.

Mist was a dragon-shifter. Humans had been evolving their weapons and armour with echantments, and were strong now. Really strong. They had bee catching dragon for around 8 years, only now letting them be put on show. There were few to be found, but somehow they found them. Normal humans who didn't work as a knight didn't know. Until now. The humans would bring out 'carnivals' with dragons. Putting them out as if they were a toy, chaining them up and abusing them, and letting everyone poke them and prod them. If only they could escape, even though they were broken, they would still try, but needed more of them to get all of them out. They had to let their race get caught to be free.