A small, runty SandWing was sitting in the corner of a library. The corner looked especially dark and lonely. Cobwebs had already gathered around the tables and chairs.

However, that didn't stop her from being happy.

This runty SandWing was called Sunburn. Her radiant gold scales were the only unique thing about her. If you passed by her, you wouldn't spare her another glance. She was just that normal. She was a typical 3-year-old dragonet, nothing out of the ordinary.

Well, at least, she looked normal.

Her venom was at much, much more venomous than a normal SandWings. Just a tap would bring you to death's door. The chance you had to survive was minuscule.

When she was only a few weeks old, she had accidently stabbed another dragon. The venom had quickly spread through his body, almost killing him in seconds. Thankfully, a bystander had some Brightsting Cactus and quickly fed him. He was no longer in danger of dying but it still took him months to fully heal.

Since that day, she had spent numerous days practicing to control her tail. She hid from other dragons, fearing she might once again stab someone.

Luckily, no one had recognized her. Otherwise she would have instantly become an outcast.

The days she practiced and trained were painful and long, but eventually her efforts bore fruits. Her skills were unmatched and she could kill a fully-grown dragon in seconds.

But because of her lengthy days of training, she had become an outcast. She had no friends, no family and no one to talk to. That was what led to her now ruthless and cold personality.

Her only passion was to get stronger, and of course, gold.

At first she didn't care for gold, but then she understood something. Without it, you had nothing. SandWings did anything for gold.

She realized this important fact when she was about a year old.

Sunburn was starved and ate nothing for days. She had begged passing SandWings for food. They all looked at her with indifferent expressions and asked, "Do you gold?"

That's when she was enlightened. Gold was the only thing that mattered. It didn't matter if you were ugly or weird or even evil. If you had gold, dragons would help. If you didn't, they would mock you and laugh.

That's when she started to gather gold. Originally, she gathered gold to stay alive and give comfortably. But it soon became an obsession. Every time she found a new trinket or new piece of diamond, she felt a surge of happiness and satisfaction. She was pleased whenever she passed by her stash.

She started to look for more ways to get gold. Sell things, provide protection, and help others. She did these all but didn't feel fulfilled at all. She needed something else, something that could give her more gold and happiness.

That's when she started to ask around. As expected, they refused to say anything unless they were paid. She reluctantly gave them a small ruby before quickly answering.

They more or less said the same things, except one… he jokingly said that she could try to be an assassin. He said they got paid gold to kill a certain dragon and could take any gold the dragon had. He obviously didn't really think she could do it; after all she was merely a dragonet.

He said it in a jesting manner.

However, Sunburn was now intrigued. She went around in Hyena's Fury, trying to see if there was anywhere that she could apply. After looking for a while, she passed by a large building.

She entered, not having high expectations. She looked around and asked the bartender. He was just polishing cups when he spotted her.

His name was Python and he was the currently the dragon closest to Sunburn.

He had, like the previous dragon, laughed. He didn't want the dragonet to die so he, like any other morally sane dragon, refused.

Sunburn's number 1 pet peeve was when someone underestimated her. Therefore, she now had to become an assassin. She snatched the mission paper and completed it in a few days.

Since this was her first time killing, she was nervous. She hid in the shadows for a day, knowing that she had missed countless opportunities. But, for the first time, she was scared.

Fear of the target discovering her, fear of being killed and fear for not completing the assignment. She didn't like the feeling of terror. It made her feel… weak.

She looked at the knife, trembling in the palms of her hands. She clenched her teeth and rushed out, trying the stab the full-grown adult dragon.

And yes, she failed.