I shrugged off the bonds that held me. Roaring again, fighting with all my might to create as much destruction as I could before my death. I cared not for the Varden, nor for the Empire. I cared only for my rider and how he was gone.
My rider.
I will make the egg-breaker and that red runt traitor pay.
When I awoke again, I was trapped in cold, hard clay. Infuriated by my second capture, I forced open the clay. That light again. Shining so bright into my eyes so as to make me impervious to the world, to make me want to draw out the fire from my belly until I could no more. I could not. The red runt had broken something in me, something crucial. My fire, my second half, gone!
Pain.
A/N: by the way, first fanfic.