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Introduction

As a hatchling, I was taken away to live forever in darkness. So was every other hatching too. We never knew of any other life but to live in shadows and evil. We were supposed to grow up to be the unstoppable army of dragons. Or at least that's what Grangord wants. I'm Larona. Every dragon captured is cursed by him. The dragons transform into pure evil at night. That's what happens to me also. And I'm not proud of the things I've done. At day we are just our normal selves, but at night, the curse takes over our minds and we are at our peak of power. We are all kept like prisoners, locked in cells with chains around our necks, inside a huge castle. One day, I will break out from this nightmare, and hopefully get every dragon out as well. But I'm not sure what to do about the curse.

I've made friends at the castle, Blaze and Strat. They help me get through the day. Strat is my cellmate and Blaze is in the cell next to me. Since we cannot sleep at night, we can only sleep in the day, when we are in control of ourselves. But I stay awake sometimes in the day and think about ways to escape. But for now I know no way.

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I looked out our small window, watching the sun set on the horizon. I sighed. Then I heard loud footsteps. I looked around me and saw Grangord, the huge dragon that is keeping us here, walk down the row of cells, all holding his army of dragons, including me.

"It's almost time." He laughed.

Nobody would ever say anything back; for fear that they would get brutally punished. I looked back out the window and watched the sun disappear. I fell to the floor, convulsing. My skin got dark to a black. My claws sharpened, the horns on my head got bigger, and my eyes turned blood red. My evil self got up and looked at Strat. He was also black with his eyes turned red. The chains around our necks released and the cell door opened. This was the time when we would train our power. As me and Strat walked out, everyone followed Grangord out to the training field. Since we are only at our peak of power, we all needed to know how to use them effectively.

We were all partnered with another dragon, to test our skills with. I was to fight Blaze. In my mind, the true me was always pushed behind the evil me. She would block me out so all I could do was to watch what she does. And I was always horrified by it. We took our places. I didn't want to fight him. Even though this wasn't him acting, it was still his body. We stood apart with Grangord next to us. He was the one to start the sessions. "Begin."

Blaze was the one to make the first move. He shot fire from his mouth directly at me. I side-stepped it and raced towards him, slicing him across the shoulder and neck. He head butted me to the ground. I stood back up and threw fire at him. He tried to fly away from it, but it got his tail. He kept flying, and I flew after him. Before I could open another blow on him, he slammed me on my head with his tail. Disoriented, I fell and hit the ground. I got up when he came back to the ground. We both ran forward and locked our heads together. I pushed him enough to unlock. He ran to me and sliced my neck. I cut his face. We both exchange blows until the night was almost over.

We were all locked back up when the sun came up. The transformation back was not as painful. My color went from black to light yellow again, my eyes went from red to blue, and my horns and claws shrunk. The evil me, in my head, disappeared until another night.
I walked to the corner on the door, where I could talk to the dragon in the next cell. "Blaze, I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop."

"I know it's not your fault, you don't have to apologize. The cuts will heal anyway."

That was true. The curse heals wounds faster than of that of a normal dragon. You could get a deep gash one day, and the next it is like it was never there. "I know, I just feel so guilty that I did that."

"Its okay, Larona. Now get some sleep."

Like I could sleep, with the cuts and bruises and guilt eating at me. I couldn't stay here any longer. I just recently learned that we are planning an attack in less than two weeks. And I can't hurt the innocent, and I can't hurt my friends anymore. I stayed up the whole day thinking of ways of escape. And I came up with only one.