Tears of the Abandoned - Ephidel
His loyalty was unwavering, his doubts going from minor inconveniences, to non-existant. He did his work, and he did it well, all for the sake of his master. He wished to please his master, the man who gave him breath, and life, though he could never decipher as to why he felt this way. No, not feel, he had no heart. But then, why, when Nergal left him alone in front of the Dragon's Gate, did he get this strange feeling in his chest? It felt as though someone had tossed a rock down his throat, forcing his insides downward, and his eyes bulged from the impact. Though he instantly realized what it must be... fear. The fear that comes when faced with danger, and possibly, doom. The fear that comes from the feeling of abandonment. In this case, he was left to be destroyed, while his master fled, alone.
Ephidel could feel the pull from the Dragon's Gate, attempting to suck him into another world. He resisted with all his might, trying to run away, but the pull was to much, and he was far to close. Beside the dragon, he was pulled into the other world, his cries for his master going unheeded. Had he made such a grave mistake, that his master would leave him to parish? Had he been imperfect, and his master merely lied to him all those times of praise? What had he done wrong? His questions and ponderings came to an abrupt halt when he found himself slammed onto a cold, stone floor, jamming his shoulder out of place. He growled in pain, but he remained strong, though dazed.
From his growl, another growl erupted from before him, as his prescence was realized. He looked over and up at the fire dragon, its yellow eyes glaring down at him with such intensity, such hatred, that Ephidel felt like it was already trying to destroy him, to kill this intruder. A fragile human look-alike, but clearly an abomination against nature. Ephidel's eyes displayed fear, but he snapped to his senses, and attempted to crawl backwards, away from the creature, pleading for his life. The dragon showed him no mercy, and unleashed a blazing fire upon the helpless morph. Ephidel cried out in pain, closing his eyes tight as he curled into a fetal position. The fire singed his clothing, and burned his body, but even the physical pain could not amount to how he felt in his heart. Tears welled in his eyes, but were quick to evaporate due to the intense heat. Master... why? What did I do wrong? ...it's not... it's not... fair...