Chapter 1
Hatred with a passion
She hated waiting.
Since the day she'd hatched she'd waited for her freedom.
Out of all her family, she was the second to know who was to be her partner-of-heart. During her first few days while she slept her nightmares were her partner-of-heart's realities. After her 3rd day of existence in her sleep she saw nothing , the only thing that led her to believe her partner-of-heart was alive is the fact that she heard things. She heard their thoughts. She knew what happened to her partner. She also knew that they could fly!
She longed for the sky. It wasn't right for a child of the sky to be trapped on the ground... In a cage... But she has no choice in the matter. She'd never had a choice; the white-coats made sure of that. Her first memory was that of a white hand reaching in, grabbing her, and ,somehow by using a silver substance, trapping her wings to her sides. She had tried everything to release herself, but each time she broke free, they replaced it. each time tightening it.
She knew how to fly; when her partner-of-heart had learned- she also had learned. She had just never stretched her wings for over 10 seconds before. But she was determined, and her ancestors memories of flying danced through her head. She was ready, more than ready- she was born ready for this.
But now she'd had enough. They would rue the day they stuck a daughter of the sky on the ground as if she was nothing more than a lizard. She was a dragon, known as both proud and fierce. She had developed a plan, and this plan was nearly fool proof. Ah yes over the generation of her family-all of which have been female- each has had a very unique ability. But she was special. She has all of her family's abilities. She was certain- next time they opened the door of her prison, they'd regret never releasing her or any of her family.
Her plan was to break her bindings and try to fly away... She could do it, she knew how... She had just never flown before...