This is really dramatic, so prepare yourself.
Albatross sighed. He looked in his mirror, staring at the weird scales and dark eyes that stared back at him. This has to happen he thought as he summoned the knife behind him.
He didn't want to kill anyone else, but just killing his evil sister would bring him to death as well. No, everyone had to die. No one would survive. Not even he would.
The tingling in his talons made him look down, almost seeing blood splotches on them. He looked out his small window, looking at the sunset that seemed to spill blood on the horizon.
Blood. It seemed his only passion. What had happened to the carefree dragonet that wanted to be the best guard, and would play with old seashells like he was their general? The teasing. Oh, he remembered the teasing.
His claws clenched with the thought. Taunts came back to him, Seagull! Whale dung! you don't belong here, stupid! Seagull-splat! Jelly-talons! Squid brain! The list went on and on.
Growling, he tried to fight the memories that fell over him in crashing, freezing waves.
His sister loomed in from of him, showing her usual glare, "You will do as I tell you, or go live with the mistake you made!"
He remembered flinching, remembering the blood, staining the sand, his claws, and the water. He remembered the swears he endured from his mother, father, sister, and many aunts and uncles.
He blinked away the memories, finding himself in the hallway to the banquet. His old self returned for a fleeting moment. It looked down at his claws, staring at the sharp blade encased withing. It had him kneel down, and he began to sob, feeling the darkness of the animus demons looking back at him, chanting, You are worthless! We are the only things that make you special! No one wants you! Even with your crazy magic!
One of his many tears dropped on the blade, causing him to look up. I am not that weakling. I can be KING. NO ONE WILL QUESTION ME EVER AGAIN NO ONE WILL QUESTION... His mind droned on and one, emptying all remorse or hesitation. He leaped up, tears drying on his cheeks. It was time for everyone to pay.
Then it hit him. Dragonets. There would be dragonets barely up to his knee at the party. Would he have to kill them too? Fathom. He was the only one that could stop Albatross. When that wretched, evil dragonet came, Albatross' honor, and respect seemed washed away.
He knew! He knew he was an animus! Albatross casted a spell to see all future, present, and past animi in the continent. There was Jerboa, Queen Diamond, Arctic, him, Fathom, and a small Nightwing dragonet named Darkstalker. Soon, soon there would be one with the same dark heart as him, Orca.
He smiled at the name, knowing the future dragonet like his own. She would kill all possible female heirs in the next 2,000 years. But that was beside the point, it was time for some of the blood in the dragons at the party to match the sky. The wimpy Fathom wouldn't stop him.
Not this time.
It was becoming almost too dark for even me. I hope this helped you see into the tortured, innocent mind of Albatross. I think he had to have a pretty hard life. This almost made me cry, I could almost hear the desperate voice of his tattered soul calling out for help in a seemingly dark mind.
