Scarlet hated being trapped.

She especially hated being trapped in Burn's stronghold. Every moment, it felt as if the black NightWing in the corner was watching her. Watching her every movement. She hated it. She hated that living scum called Smolder even more.

And most of all, she hated the RainWing that had melted her face. Her beautiful face.

Burn had taken her, saying it was for a good reason. But for what good reason? She snarled, lashing her orange tail. She stalked around the only place she could move, the place she was trapped.

The NightWing was just inside her reach. She got an idea in her head, and lunged at the stuffed NightWing. Her claws shredded his ugly face. She hissed in rage, breathing a plume of hot orange fire and scorching it's wings.

She lashed her tail, smashing it into the display of strange insects. It shattered and pain seared through her tail, but she ignored it.

She roared in anger, the sound filling the silence of the room. She turned around, glaring at the now shredded stuffed NightWing. She paused, raising her sharp talons.

Yes! That was it! She would shred the horrible dragonets of the prophecy, just as she had destroyed the NightWing. She laughed, a joyful laugh. It would be such a show!

She imagined the dragonets, lifeless and bleeding. She smiled. Yes... It would be amazing!

She squashed a strange glowing worm under her foot, and threw the remains at the wall. She lifted her foot and looked at it. Worm guts were splattered onto it. She rubbed them on the floor with disgust.

She smiled. She would get revenge on Burn, and the dragonets as well. Watch out, little dragonets, keep looking behind you, because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be dead.