I'm basing this story off of a dream I had a while ago. I attempted to write it, but school got in the way, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it!~AngelWithASin

I don't know who the boy was my mother kept mentioning. She always told me we were alike, yet so very different. He was a warrior. I was a lover. She said he was like a Chief; strong and fearless. She said I was like a dragon; caring and loyal. I wasn't sure why she would talk about this boy I knew nothing about. I knew she was in a deep state of depression. However, I didn't know why.

She was causing me to suffer, not allowing me to leave at my own will. She would be upset, then she would yell hateful things at me... "Because of you, I am here!" In the midst of one of her moments, I had the idea to leave, to runaway and start my own story. Me and my dragon, Thunderfoot.

So, that is what I did. I grabbed a few leather bags, stuffed them with food and clothing. I tied them loosely around my wingless beast's neck, then mounted him. We escaped the prison.

And discovered who we really were.