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This is the story of Zera, you'll find more about her as you read the chapters.


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Imagination

“Imagination is creation.”

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“The sky looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” Zera’s mother had always told her at the same day, same time and same hour of the day. But Zera would always reply with: “We can’t see the sky in this darn forest!” and her mother would always reply: “Well, it’s always good to imagine because maybe it will make it so that there’s a clear chance of it being true.” Those were the good times, the times when she had someone that would guide her and lead her the right way, but that time is no more.

Zera felt tears fill her eyes, she shouldn’t think about her mother, it was too painful and it made her too weak for the rest of her kind. Zera was, in fact, a Cursed Dragon, a dragon with the element of Death itself. She was the only hatchling that was born in almost a hundred years of her kind, she was born looking like an earth dragon but she was in fact, A Death dragon. At least she wasn’t the only Death dragon, she had a whole family, however she felt alone more then anything else.

And how can she use her imagination to make it all better? She couldn’t stop the hidden war with that, she couldn’t bring…her mother back, and she couldn’t see the sky with that! The tears were pouring now, she hid her face under her wings, so that no one would see her but she knew that they would find out. Zera didn’t need another lecture, through.

And the worst thing of all was that she was always told that she was special because she had a powerful control over her uncontrollable element. “Zera, there’s another weave of Two Headed Dragons coming, get ready to fight!” Came a voice, Zera growled at how excited Dard was.

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The Lowest Rank

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“It doesn’t matter what you are ranked and some people at the lowest ranks are the happiest of all.”

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“Just do what you did last time…wait, were you crying!” Dard was saying as they ran to get to the place. Dard was maybe one of the youngest (well, other then Zera), however he was at the lowest rank he could ever get. Zera knew the stories of how he killed the Leader of this clan’s mate, but nothing more. Dard had always claimed it was a big accident but he knew he deserved to be in the lowest ranks. As long as Dard could fight, it was fine with him.

“Ummm…just don’t tell the others, please?” Zera pleaded. “Anything for you Zera.” Dard replied. Zera didn’t know why Dard was so nice and always ‘anything for you’ but she liked it, having a slave that would do anything for you is fun but he was more experienced then she. Maybe it was because of his rank? No, Zera seen how he treated Gear but he did get beat up by Gear afterwards. Then, she smelled the Two Headed Dragons and shivered at one certain scent.

“Wow! Teresa is here to fight! What fun that will be, fighting the best warrior of the two heads!” Dard was so happy…it almost made Zera happy. But she had a run in with Teresa before and she had to be saved by the leader of the Cursed dragons, and that’s the most embarrassing thing a Cursed Dragon could experience. Dard didn’t know about that time, at that time he was healing from a very serious wound Gear had inflicted on him. But now she was ready for another rematch without help.

“Are you ready?” Dard asked. “Yes, let’s fight!” Then, they were there.