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Some say that he was taken by Runefaust, and then forced to fight. Well, that's true, in a sense- he was taken from his homeland. And he did fight. But rather on his own accord did he. He wanted to-for the glory of king Ramaladu. Although he shouldn't have, he did. He was that devoted to him. What? No, I did not, and shall not bear vengeance on your uncle, Ian. It was my father that was fighting for the devil army. I really did not understand why he, such an honorable person, fought with them, until his mother told me the story of his life.
Instinct and the will to survive his dictator, he pushed at the walls with his beak, desperately trying to escape the horrible prison that he once delighted in. Using his egg tooth, he cracked through the barrier, and thrust his heads towards the light.
He took his first breath of fresh air, and broke the rest of the prison as the remaining portion of his body emerged, the fluid he was suspended in spilling onto his leathery body. He looked up, opening his eyes. He closed them immediately, the light unbearable. The creature began to realize he had more control over his body than his neck. The creature began to move two limbs that were near his head, another two far below his head, and one limb on the other side of these two. Yet he felt so strained, and so… what was this sensation?
He tried to open his eyes yet again, and managed to keep them open, despite such a blinding, penetrating vision, until everything dimmed down. So he looked up again, at two figures. One was of silver or at leas his arms and the rest of his body were, save his head, which was part tan, and part red. Atop it was a system of narrow fibers that together looked brown. His lips were in an odd position. Was he content? The second figure was much bigger than the first, but instead of silver covering one part of its body, the head and body were all covered in small, red shimmering objects. The figure's head bore two sharp, white objects protruding from the top, and there were two beady organs that seemed to be focused on him.
Two arms reached from the first figure that each ended with five, odd limbs. They curled around his body, and pulled him into the air.
He wiggled his newly discovered organs as his time in the air was filled with new delight, and a sense of freedom. The man's lips moved apart to create strange noises.
"Oh Elliot, you are such a beautiful son."
Although he couldn't understand the words, he felt warmth in them, and attempted to respond to him in the exact same fashion. Instead, he produced a much higher-pitched noise.