Thanks for your support and input everyone! As of now we have 2 favorites, and 5 follows! THANK YOU SOO MUCH! This is a flashback about the old 473-5(where she is when she is knocked out) before becoming Azalea. Quick key to make it easier:
-1 Mudwing
-2 Sandwing
-3 Skywing
-4 Seawing
-5 Rainwing
-6 Icewing
-7 Nightwing
A small egg sat in an incubator, surrounded by others just like it.
Something pulsed underneath one, and a small claw poked through the egg. Others cracked as well, and soon, there were many -5s blinking and looking around.
A giant -5 flew over the incubator, and called to another -5. They inspected the dragonets before grabbing them and putting them in carts.
They pushed them into a slot, where another -5 was waiting, holding a clipboard.
"Ah, a new arrival of -5s, we are in the 470's now." he remarked.
He pressed a button, and soon the dragonets were being rolled to him one-by-one.
He'd say their number, post a sticker on their back, and send them on their way.
"470-5, 471-5, 472-5, 473-5..." he continued, not heisitating.
This happens everyday, in every tribe. Dragonets are numbered and filed.
A year later...
"What's your number?" A stern -6 stared down at the one-year-old dragonet in front of him.
"Fwor, seeven, thwee, dashing, five!" 473-5 looked up hopefully.
"No. It's Four, seven, three DASH, five." The -7 growled, waving a small stocky whip.
47's eyes grew wide at the sight of it, but she spoke anyway, a slight glimmer of defiance in her eyes, "That's what I said doe. It's not MY fauwt I can't speak well, I'm only one!" she said with youth in her voice.
The -7 stared down at her and flipped 47's arms over, "You will not question. You will obey! I will be writing a failure in your book." he growled before whipping 47's exposed arms.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to run away. The -6 grapped her, "You do not run. You leave when I say."
47 still struggled, tears falling from her cheeks.
"Don't look at me like that. We're done for the day."(That's a Handplates reference!) he said, releasing her.
Two years later...
"Catch it! You know what will happen!" 471-5 murmered to 470.
They found a small cricket in a corner, and caught it, knowing it would be killed.
472-5 had disappeared after training session. They couldn't ask, or at least wouldn't, for now.
The same -7 walked into the room, glaring at them. 473-5 curled her tail closer, yesterday's whips fresh in her mind.
"Alright, we will be doing something different today." he sighed gruffly, "You will be completing a training course. But first, 470-5, step forward,"
The small dragonet did as asked, his tail coiled around the cricket.
"Let me see that cricket." -7 growled.
470 complied, his eyes creased with concern and worry.
"There is no hiding, there is no escaping. You will always be in service, and never able to run." he picked up the cricket with two claws, crushing it.
Two years later...
47 looked up at Chivalry. He had been the dragon to crush her dreams and break dragonets for her whole life. They just learned the name of the infamous heavy hand.
Fourth year of life. It was a celebration. That meant changing mentors, and being able to know others names in the facility. Also meant a bigger sleeping box to accomadate growth.
Another dragon, this one a -5, stood in front of them, talking in a hushed voice to Chivalry.
The -5 turned to them, clearing his throat, "I am Monsoon, your new mentor. For the rest of your dragonet days, you will go to different stations for most of the day, then have free reign for an hour before lights out. We will begin by seperating you into groups."
Two years later...
47 became a master of façades. Apathy was also creeping in. Emotion started to lose appeal, her scales soon stopped turning colors because of it.
She followed the line into the main area. When she got there, her first was to the sunspots. Sitting underneath the UV rays, she fell into unsteady sleep.
The bell rang, and she hurried over to the guide exercise. They learned about the climate and how to talk to dragons.
Her day carried on in this tasteless manner, until the release time. She never knew what to do during this time.
A year later...
Choosing day was tomorrow.
And 47 was ready. Excitement wasn't the right word. Emotion was tiring nowadays, and she didn't waste energy.
473-5 sat on her ledge, unable to sleep. The globe entered her room, and she followed it as every morning goes.
She went through the rotations, no emotion. Nothing. Infractions didn't happen often, but they steadily grew more painful, as they all grew more numb.
Looking down at her arms, she saw faint lines of the whips. Looking onto her wrist, she saw a deeper line, where the cut of her first tag went.
The memory was fresh in her mind. Monsoon tied them as tight as they allowed, and it hurt.
None of them cried out, of course, but there was still pain and blood still came out onto the floor.
She asked, which was a big mistake, "Can these be loosened?"
Monsoon glared at her, bringing his whip with him.
"For that, you will suffer." he growled in a deep tone.
He proceeded to tighten her tag even more, where, if left unchecked, would have killed her.
47 shook away those painful thoughts.
It wouldn't change. It would never change. She couldn't be excited.
The day went on as usual. That night, 47 sat restless in her sleeping compartment.
Tomorrow would be her last day with any kind of freedom. Then, she would be handed off onto another dragon to basically chew their food for them.
Anxiety and, well, a strange different feeling seized her heart at the sound of the wakeup bell and the orb coming into her dorm.
When Monsoon started his speech, she realized what that feeling was and what it meant.
It was hope. Hope, and that hope outlined the very dream she has been dreaming ever since the Ceremony was announced.
She hoped to be released.
Wow, that got a little depressing at the end, but I think this is what I would feel. Also, two chapters in one day!? IS THIS CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST LEMON!? No, I just wanted to write SO BADLY!