It is said as a Rider takes his last breath, he can hear the dying screams of his dragon. But this was not the case; Molly never screamed. She was too sick.
My death was pretty quick. Though mine was swift, hers was not. Her suffering began at birth and extended into several weeks of pain and fear. I knew the day she hatched something was terribly wrong with her. The way she reacted after becoming active... difficulty breathing, a moment of heart failure... it was horrifying.
You do not know true terror until you hold your dragon and feel the beating of his heart with the knowledge it could stop at any moment. You can never leave him; the dragon fears being alone, and he knows as well as you do that he cannot stay long, though each day feels far longer.
After being with Molly for barely a month yet falling so in love with her, I cannot imagine how it would feel to lose a dragon you had been with for decades. Centuries. I think in some aspects it would be worse than a dying hatchling, but in other aspects the reverse.
They told me it was a very rare occurence- but not unheard of- for a dragon to be hatched with a severe medical problem.
She didn't deserve this. No dragon deserves this.
So why did they handle the situation so poorly? I can only speculate what their thoughts could have been. Perhaps they were busy with what they deemed more important matters. Perhaps they did not want to deal with such a nuisance. Perhaps they felt she could be easily replaced because of her youth, and she just was not meant to survive.
I don't know why Oromis, Vrael, or any of the others did not do more to even try to save her.
When leaders become this neglectful, it's when revolutions slowly grow, planting the seed of pain that sprouts from injustice.
There is nothing in history that has been so misinterpreted as our revolution. You believe we are evil, but why? Because someone told you so?
I want you to hear my story and make those decisions yourself. Not on the basis of what you've been conditioned to believe, but what you gather from our stories, our pains, and our hopes for a better future.
We are the Forsworn.