A small snowflake drifted downwards, twisting and spiraling until it ended its journey, landing on the cold stone ground. Twisting upwards was a large rock formation, rising out of the rifts and valleys of the area. Down its stone sides came thick green lava, slowly making its way into small carved pools, thick with the bubbling liquid. Crystals and statues adorned the mountain; a large forbidding dragon's face was carved out of the rock to hiss at intruders. Small snow drifts piled off to the sides to make way for a pathway, leading to a door. This is the Well of Souls.
From within the huge formation, a young dragon sleeps. She knows nothing of her fate. She knows nothing of being different, or powerful. She does not know of evil. All she knows is the scents of her small world; the only bad thing was being cold half of the time. So she can sleep with this knowledge for now, but she will learn. Eventually.
"Where are we going?" a small black dragoness bounded excitedly after a large furry animal, one she had no name for. Two small budding horns on her head were illuminated in the eerie light. Her small claws clicked on the floor, and her jet black scales glinted. Two tiny wings moved with her on either side. The creature made a grunt sound. "What's that mean?" she asked, puzzled. She never seemed to understand the big things. It grunted again, more annoyed now. She decided to keep her mouth shut, as the things didn't have good tempers. She shuddered at the memory of being thrown brutishly at the wall for crying. She didn't cry often. She had decided that once you started to cry, it seemed like you could never stop. So she padded after the creature, feeling confused.
Sometimes it went so fast she had to run to keep up. Finally, it stopped at a stone door. It took something from its armor and began to try to open the door. She cocked her head, watching with interest. Finally, it stopped and wrenched open the door. It kicked her inside; she let out a high pitched cry as she went tumbling into the room.
She heard a low growl, and then saw a giant creature stand up and begin to walk towards her. "Hello, Whelping. I am Gaul, king of the Apes." It was massive, a dirty grey color that blended in with the rest of the room. She tried to get to her paws to run. This thing…. It didn't seem right. It picked her up and inspected her. "You are a female shadow dragon, then? Very well. Master will be pleased." She tried to squirm out of his grip, squeaking in terror. "Let me go!" she cried, looking away at his crooked grin. "So you can speak, eh? Don't consider yourself special." He dropped her to the floor. A shooting pain spread through her, and she squealed and tried to crawl away. Never before had she been so frightened, and now she just wanted to escape. But to were? This was the only place she had ever known. Gaul picked her up again, then snatched a long staff and began to walk toward a large hole in the ground. An evil grin was suddenly painted on his face, and he pointed the staff at the matching hole in the ceiling. A bright flash of purple light shot out, engulfing the room with a dark, tense scent. The hatchling shivered, knowing there was no escape.
That's all I have for now ~ This is my first story on here, so if you liked it please review :)