"You want to do what?"
"I want to control my evil side." I explained to Blaze.
"How are you going to do that. It's impossible!"
"Please, I know what I'm what I'm doing. Every night in sessions I will try to control my thoughts again. Then when we are set free at night and led to the field, we can escape him. We are a lot faster than he is. It's perfect!"
"I don't know. What if it doesn't work?" I could feel the fear pulse off of Blaze.
"Don't worry. Just try to overcome the curse and follow my lead when we are ready."
"Okay." I could hear Blaze walk to the back of his cell.
I looked over to Strat, he was still sleeping. I saw him working really hard last night in the training field. I would wait to tell him my plan later. I walked over to the small window in the back and looked out it. The sun was still high in the sky. I fought to keep my eyes open. My stomach growled. We were only fed once a day in the evening, before battle practice at night. I might as well get some rest. I walked over to my corner, curled up, and drifted to sleep.
I woke to the sound of loud footsteps. Grangord's footsteps, making his regular rounds of the cells before the curse took over the dragons in them. We were then given a meal. I didn't ever recognize what it was, but it was better that nothing. I turned and saw the sky outside turning black. This was the night I would try to gain control over myself. The transformation started. My scales turned black. My eyes glowed red and my claws and horns sharpened. In my mind, I was pushed back behind the evil me again. I tried to stop her, but she was too powerful. I gave everything I could, but it seemed my efforts were insignifigant to her power. Back in the cells, the chains unlocked and the door opened. I walked out with the evil Strat. Blaze walked out of his cell. He had a smile on his face.
The night was like every other night. I was partnered with some dragon I've never seen. We trained until the night was over. But the whole time I tried so hard in my power to overcome the evil in my mind. At times I felt like I was winning, but in the end she would always counter my blows and push me back farther.
We were escorted back into the castle and back into the cells. The sunlight filled the cell. My black scales turned back to normal. As my claws and horns turned back, my mind cleared up of the dark me. I looked over to Strat. He was still turning back to his old self. I would tell him of the plan today. When he was in complete control, I walked over to him and sat down. "Strat, I have a plan to escape."
He looked at me surprised. "Really? What is it?"
"Well, first you have to gain control over yourself at night."
"I can't. I've tried before and I couldn't even get close."
"Every night we can get stronger and eventually overcome the curse. But you'll have to try harder."
"I hope your right." He headed over to his corner to rest up for another practice at night. He looked over his shoulder at me one more time before he fell asleep.
I walked over to my own corner. I had a big gash down my neck, but it was already healing. I sat and thought about my plan. I thought about the different possibility of disaster. I could have underestamated the speed of Grangord. Or maybe I could never defeat the evil me in my head. I thought of ways to overcome the complications. I guess I would have to see how the next night will go.