Prologue
I was tackled by my brother, Fury. Ah... those were the days.. I tumbled down from the impact, mother scolding him. He grunted before coming beside me. "Mom thinks I'm gonna hurt you." He muttered to me. I laughed, "You wouldn't ever hurt me!" Inwhich I did not know what was going to come. He smiled before nudging me as a signal to get up. I got up and shook the dust from my scales. "Now we are almost there, we must hurry." Mother raced across the field, me and my brother struggling to catch up. The dragon elder always told us of a story. This weeks' made me shiver. He had told a story about a blood-thirsty dragon who killed for fun. My brother enjoyed the story. He was much older then me. When the sun was setting, he decided to scratch me. It bled for the first time.
It was painful.
So horribly painful.
But I guess I couldn't change the way my brother acted. He became more like a bully then a brother, always picking on me. He loved the stench of blood.
That discusting red liquid.
I believe I threw up in my mouth a bit there.
I hadn't felt so abandoned. After our mother died from sickness, all I had was my brother.
Fury.
Just me and him.
I decided to run on the third night without mother. I snuck away quickly in the moonlight. I began to grow up in the forest, raising myself.
In the Wild.
A/N: So guys, i've decided to write another story...
