Hello. First of all, some basic things. My name is Blake, im a Nightfury.
I won`t tell you much more about me for now... you will know why.
Symmetry
I love Symmetry. I'm not exactly sure why, but i've loved it since i was a Hatchling. Most Dragon hatchlings are messy and forgetfull about their personal treasures and findings. Not me. I knew everything has a place and in my Cove, everything was right where it belongs. My parents didn't have It. My grandparents didn't have It either. Not a single Dragon in my family had "It". I've started referring to it as "It" because I truly believe it's a thing inside me. A stowaway that shouldn't be there but lives inside me. It's a need. A desire. A longing to be perfect. Perfect on both sides. As an fully grown Nightfury, I'm at the point where I can't live my life normally. I can't keep a Constant life. Dragonesses don't stay with me because they can't handle It. Honestly, I don't care when they leave. They're messy and make things difficult. They roll over to my side of the nest instead of staying on their own. They leave bones in one side of the Cove but not the other. I can't work anymore so when they leave for the day, I have to stay home and fix everything. It's a relief when they leave for good. That feeling never lasts though, eventually It comes back and finds something else that needs fixing. You may be asking, why would I seek out relationships to begin with if I can't stand them? Well, it's hard for me to sleep in the middle of the nest all night without moving.
Other than the relationship problem, my life is pretty much in order. I say "pretty much" because there is one last issue that must be dealt with. You see I have what's called "Heterochromia Iridum" or two different colored eyes. My right eye was a glowing green, my left Cornflower blue. Both my parents have glowing green eyes, my siblings and cousins as well. My blue eye is the broken one. It makes me...unbalanced. Every time I look at myself in the lake, It stares right back at me. It's all I think about now. Everything is in its right place except my blue little mistake. It didn't hurt at first when I dug the stick under my eye. It didn't even hurt when it popped out and was hanging by my cheek. Was it shock that was keeping the pain away or was it "It"? I cut the optic nerve with a claw and blotted the warm fluids that were streaming down my face. My vision being cut in half was a strange sensation. What was left of the dangling flesh, I placed back in the now empty hole. I bandaged the wound with a couple of leaves ,threw the stick into the lake, and went to sleep.
I woke up...happy. I slept better than I had in years. It was finally done. I was fixed. I got out of the nest and stumbled to the cave exit. My body ached and my head was on fire. I exited the cave and the light was blinding. I slowly removed the leaves that was soaked with blood and was sticking to my face like tape. When I looked up to the lake, my stomach turned. Only then had I realized what I'd done to myself and I couldn't believe it. There was a hole in the left side of my face...but not the right. I was unbalanced. Again. I got angry, slashed at trees and rocks, damaging my claws badly .It was much harder digging out the second eye. My paws were shaky and when I dug the stick in, I missed several times, puncturing my pupil three times before I got it in the right place. Once the eye popped out, I reached for my optical nerve with my claw to finish the job. The rage attack from the morning had damaged my claws, so the claws didn't cut very well. You know when you were a hatchling and your mother made you chew meat with your extremely blunt teeth? Did you ever try to chew too many pieces at once but the blunt, stubby teeth couldn't take it? The teeth would kind of fold over each other and the meat would get pinned between them? That's what happened with my eye. The optic nerve was pinned between the two claws and kind of knotted around the claws. It was stuck and as I tried desperately and frantically to make it unstuck, I slipped on the blood and started falling to the floor. Reflexes kicked in and I let go of my eye to try to break my fall with my right paw, while the other still tangled into the nerve. the weight of the stuck paw on my hanging eye was unbearable. I knew I couldn't stand it long enough to make it to the rockpile to get a sharp rock. So I pulled. I pulled it straight out of my head. I felt the flesh tear from inside my skull. I felt it rip and spew liquids everywhere. I knew I was crying but there was no telling the tears from the blood from the ocular fluid. When I heard the wet slap of bloody flesh against the rocky floor, I knew I was done. I knew It was done. I could live my life now without having to see other dragons awful, messy, uneven lives. The relief washed over me and I knew it would last this time. I had never felt this way before, never had this much hope. As I laid at my lake on that cold, wet, sticky rock floor, I smiled for the first time in years.
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Author note!
So.. yes this was a short! if you would like more of those, tell me! i will be hapy making more of them!
I got inspired by NoSleep to write this story!