Why I Am What I Am
The Nazgul on my back let out a loud shriek as it shoved the spikes on his feet into my side. I instinctively opened my wings to obey his command. We were not always Fell Beasts as the Eye called us. We were something different, something more majestic, and something more beautiful. I alone of the nine of us remember what happened that day but I can feel the memory fade, feel it leave me. I feel it as my duty to tell someone what happened to us, why we are what we are. Why we are prisoners to the shadow.
It was a day like any other and my clan and I were wallowing in the pond near our cave while one of the elders was putting on a small fire show for the youngest of the clan. They were still crawling on their wing claws. You see, we have no forelegs, for we are Wyverns, at least we were Wyverns.
Then, one of the juveniles wandered off into the forest to find a rabbit or bird to snack one and we heard him screech in fear and another shriek echoed from the forest. The sound made our blood turn cold and we tried to flee, but another shriek came from the other side of the clearing and then another from another side. We were surrounded by creatures that could bring darkness in their wake and quench our fire with cold. They were Nazgul.
We never did find out what happened to that young one, we never had the chance as the Nazgul came upon us, circling us on their black horses. They killed of the young ones and old ones, stabbing them with evil swords in their unprotected underbellies, leaving only the ones that had just reached adulthood. The ones who were in their prime. There were nine of us left.
We knew fighting was no good and we wished we had the strong scales of our six limbed kin but we had to take a chance and we pushed off from the ground in hopes at least one of us could escape. The Nazgul threw chains on us wrapping them around our leathery wings, closing them tightly to our sides. We bit and lashed out but our fear of them left us helpless each of them approached one of us, holding a spiked harness that they forced into our jaws. It was as cold as ice and we tried to get them out of our mouths but the Nazgul held them tight, forcing us to them there. They led us away, toward the one place we feared, and hated, the place that would be our new home. Mordor.
We didn't even have the comfort of each other as the evil began to take hold, changing us one by one. We were chained and alone in separate rooms, laying on cold stones floors, wondering why they wouldn't just kill us so that we may be with our clan again. But soon, I couldn't even hear the other eight's desperate roars. We had changed into the forms you see us as now, under the never blinking Eye of Sauron.
I now wing to the Black Gates with what remains of my clan to defend the place I would rather tear apart. I can see the one who I hope will survive to be the king of Gondor and those to help him give the Hobbit time to destroy the Ring. I can hear the eagles now and I ignore the Nazgul's attempts to get me to fight. I let the arrows pierce my body and the eagle's claws rake my wings. I only wish I could have helped them raise Mordor to the ground before I rejoined the clan where I belong.
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