• My wings hurt and were bloody. I'm a dragon. A beautiful green dragon, the color of the forest.
    A war raged around me. It was a war between dragons. Between us colorful beautiful dragons and the dark evil monsters that dared to call themselves dragons. They look like dragons but they're completely black, breath black fire and their minds are fill with evil thoughts.
    I was having trouble staying in the air, so I landed on one of the many boulders that were scattered all over the ground. I looked around me. Many dragons motionless on the ground, most of which were colorful dragons. We were losing.
    Then I saw my sister fall. She was a rosy pink dragon. She was all I had, for my parents had died years ago. I quickly flew over to her. She didn't move. She was dead. My vision became blurry with the tears that filled my eyes. I blinked them away.
    Then anger welled up inside of me. I looked up at the sky in search of her killer. I found him right above me, waiting for me to fight him. I flew straight at him and, before he could react, I bit down on his wing. No matter what he did he couldn't get me to let go. Then with a yank, I tore off his wing. He let out an awful screeching roar. He fell to the ground and I heard the snap of his spine and he didn't move.
    The time next is still a blur to me. Whether it was minutes or hours I don't know. All I know is that I fought. I fought like never before. Killing the shadow dragons over and over again. Blood was everywhere, both the red blood of the colorful dragons and the black blood of the shadow dragons.
    After killing what seemed like the millionth shadow dragon, I noticed that their were now more dragons alive than there were shadow dragons. The dragons had noticed my anger and the look of fear was in their eyes. In minutes, at least I think it was minutes, the shadow dragons began to flee.
    Then my anger drained out of me. My will to fight was gone. I landed on a boulder, the same one I had landed on before my sister had died. Then, because of my loss of blood and my sudden tiredness, I fell into a black void of nothing.
    I woke up on the cool grass beside the boulder I had just been on. A sea blue dragon was leaning over me, rubbing a soothing cream on my wounds. He was a healing dragon. Healing dragons were dragon who refuse to fight, and instead they help heal the wounded.
    "You fought well," he said solemnly.
    I nodded my thanks.
    "We all saw you," he continued. "Thanks to you we won. If we hadn't have beaten the shadow dragons, who knows what evil things they would have done to our land."
    I just nodded again, and stared up at the sky.

    Later, I went back to my cave, the cave I shared with my sister. I layed down outside of it on the ground, staring into the empty blackness of the cave.
    I was alone. My sister was all I had had. I didn't have a mate, nor any family left. No friends. Dragons usually only get together for wars. Otherwise they stay with their family. I had none.
    After I stared at the cave for hours, I decided I couldn't stay there. I had to find a new cave or I would constantly be reminded of my sister and parents.
    I walked in the forest until I came to a clearing. There was a small cave in the center of it. I slowly walk to it and peered inside. It was dark, but it looked like no one had lived in it for quite a while.
    I found a log and brought inside of the cave. I ignited it with green flames from my mouth. As it burned it gave me enough light to examine the cave. It was empty except for a pile of dried grass. It looked like it had been slept on lately.
    Maybe someone lives here after all, I thought and turned around to leave.
    And there was a blue dragon. The same one that had healed me.
    I didn't say anything for I didn't know what to say. He just glared at me.
    "What are you doing here?" he said, still glaring.
    "Well...I...well I...I was looking for a new cave," I replied. "I thought I could live on this one. I didn't realize that someone lived here."
    "And what is the matter with your old cave?" he asked.
    "It reminds me too much of my family." I said. "They're dead now."
    He nodded as if he understood.
    "Come," he said. And he lead me outside. I saw a large bloody haunch of a buck. That made me realize how hungry I was. So we ate. When we finished, he brought me into the cave and let me sleep on his grass bed.
    The last thing I saw, before I fell asleep was his bright blue eyes, and the peachy sky as the sun set. And suddenly I thought, I must ask for his name in the morning.