Author's Note: This is the story of my beloved blue Draik, KimahriKitty... or, as I affectionately refer to him, Kimmy. This story is based off a song called "November Rain" by Guns 'N Roses, and has therefore been named after the song. I hope you enjoy it!
I, like many Draiks, come from a different world. A world in a different galaxy, a world called Earth. For a while, I lived with my family in a cave at the top of a mountain overlooking a kingdom and its surrounding forest. We were a close family. My father would always play-wrestle with me, take me hunting, or just sit on top of the mountain and watch the world pass us by. I always thought we would always be like this—me and my siblings watched over by fun-loving Father and caring Mother. Then, one day, something changed. Mother began to grow more and more distant from Father. Finally one day, they fought. Mother took my siblings and me away, to a different mountain range.
We lived that way for a long time. Eventually I learned to push Father to the back of my mind. One by one my siblings left—I still don't know where they are, or even if they are still alive.
Food became scarce. Mother and I became more and more desperate. Finally, we had to start taking food from the humans. We had to steal sheep and cows from nearby villages. We asked at first, but the humans refused and chased us out of town. I figured it was only a matter of time before the humans figured out where we lived and came to hunt us down. I was right.
It was a cold and crisp winter day when they came. Luckily enough for us, there weren't any knights. Otherwise, well, I wouldn't be telling you this story. As it was, the angry mob of human villagers was enough to bring Mother down. I fled, but not without taking down half the village to repay her death, and not without taking damage myself. One of the human's pitchforks caught me across the eye. I still have the scar.
I flew away, flying until I couldn't fly any more. I dropped out of the sky like a piece of lead and crashed into the forest below.
