Hey guys! Back with another chapter of My Story. Not much else to say about this chapter.
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It was dark and empty. I couldn't see a thing. My breathing was shallow. Oh, very shallow.
I felt like I had been swallowed by the Queen and spat back out again, only to get smashed into a rock. Wait. Who is this 'Queen'? Why do I know Her?
I was drifting back to unconsciousness. No wait! Please let… then something touched me on my leg.
It was a little touch. It didn't feel awful. But it was annoying. I shrugged it off and started breathing evenly again. I was stirring.
I moaned and shifted position, for something was chafing my body, and I did NOT like this feeling. This feeling of being trapped.
Then I remembered. What had touched me? I opened my eyes slowly, and saw a scrawny Two-Leg holding a sharp rock of sorts. It was pointed at me.
I inhaled sharply, and I realized it was male. This little boy was going to kill me. And I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
The previous night's events replayed through my head, and I wasn't listening to the boy's strange mutters and grunts. But I was watching his every move.
He seemed to be scared on the inside, but was yelling at me like a crazy chicken. The kid rolled his shoulders. I wanted to say please don't kill me, but this boy would never understand. Right?
Then he yelled something that I could UNDERSTAND. "I'M A VIKING!" That rattled my poor ear-nubs, but I was too scared to notice.
I could feel his breath on my scales; hear his heart through the ground. He was just as scared as I was.
Then, seeming to make up his mind, he raised his sharp rock, closing his eyes in the process. I watched him, blinded by terror.
But he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He couldn't bring himself to kill me.
He stared. I stared right back. I begged with my eyes. He paid no attention and raised the sharp rock, higher this time. I saw his face. He shut his eyes. This was for real.
I moaned and said my last words. *Goodbye world* and I shut my eyes. I let my head drop to the ground. My breath rattled in my chest, waiting for that sharp rock to pierce my velvety underbelly and carve its way through my flesh to cut into my heart.
I heard the boy mutter. He was congratulating himself on an epic prize. Probably legendary, as it seemed like there were no other Plasmas in this part of the world. I mentally snorted. Two-Legs sure were greedy.
I heard sawing. Sawing?
My eyes snapped open, just as one of the ropes around me fell away.
I looked back. Was he crazy!? The boy was freeing me. FREEING me. Why?
He cut another rope. My wings were free. Another down. My back legs were free. One last one, with a look of determination on his face, and the rope around my front legs dropped.
I leapt at him, pinning him to the ground. My claws squeezed the fur on his chest. His poor little heart was beating in terror. The boy started gasping and wheezing for breath. I loosened a little bit.
The tide shifted. He was at MY mercy now. I squeezed again. The face the boy made was almost hilarious, with his mouth open with his teeth showing and his squinted eyes, if it wasn't under such dire circumstances. My claws, for instance.
We stared at each other. I gazed deep into those little, green eyes. Something clicked. His eyes widened, as if he had felt it too. I lifted up and drew in breath. My gaping maw opened up wide and I roared *THANK YOU!* into his terrified little face. He made the noise worse by turning his head. That little ear must have popped.
I hoped he would get the message, because when he yelled loudly I could understand him. Then I turned around and kicked off a rock right behind him.
I flapped my wings, desperate to get off the ground and soar in the sky again. I spread my tail fins…and fell.
My side smacked into a rock face and I grunted. My left wing tipped because my right tail fin tilted, like I was too heavy for it. I glided down onto some grass.
I tried getting up in the air again, but I couldn't get very high off the ground.
I went deeper into the forest. My legs were getting sore from constantly slamming into the ground. I sighed. This was hopeless. I think I was going in circles, for I ended up someplace close to where I met the boy.
I tried one more time, and my tired body just fell like a stone. I plummeted into a pit. I stopped, panting for breath.
Looking around, I noticed this was a pretty nice place I could lie low for a while. It was pretty big, with enough room for five winged without causing arguments. There was a pond in the center that took up much of this place, and I could see a few fish if I strained my eyes. It was also surrounded by trees every which way, with their roots hanging down the sides of the pit, so no Two-Legs would be able to spot me, if they decided to venture this deep into the forest. I must've gone around it the first time.
I walked to a shady area and saw a low-hanging tree root. I grasped it with my forelegs and heaved myself up, flapping my wings for balance. I tipped and grasped the wood with my back claws. I folded my wings in around me comfortably and flopped my tail over the root.
Before I closed my eyes, I noticed my tail seemed to be folded in half. That's odd. I tried spreading my fins but couldn't feel the left one open.
'burning pain on my right tail fin. Or was it left?'
I sighed. I was going to be in this hole for a while.
I curled up closer, my wings like a blanket. The last thing I thought of was how I was going to get out of this pit. What seemed like a nice place at first looked like a prison now.
And I was hungry.
See you in the next chapter!
