Of dragons bane

This was it. Finally my last battle has arrived. I should have been standing above these humans. Powerful and mighty. Yet! Since youth I have always been in their chains.

And now they've decided to kill me.

Humans were the second living beings I'd seen in my life. My mother had just returned and it had been a month since me and my brethren had hatched.

Once the humans came they viciously attacked our mother. There were hundreds swarming her we tried to fight but the magic casters immediately sent chains upon us. Those of us who broke through were killed those who tried but failed were botched even worse. As a beast, according to these humans, if there's one thing I know well. It's that the strong rule. What use is there in running. They will surely kill us if we stayed however if I break my siblings chains and remain myself... this is the only way to ensure their livelihood. With our mother dead they need to escape far from these humans.

'Run when I screech!' I telepathically shout at the two brothers and three sisters I could tell lived.

'But brother we can't leave you' they all chorused their displeasure clearly aware of my plan. They had seemed to forgot that I'm both the eldest and most powerful of us. As the most powerful my aura hold a physical strength to force them away. As the eldest it holds a commanding strength to make them obey. Wether they wanted to or not they will survive this with or without me.

I let out a cry and decisively break their chains. Then I get in front of my brethren face the humans and command them to flee. Wether it was their will or otherwise they ran as though what was here would melt their bones and strip them of their flesh.

With my siblings gone they focus their attacks on me and bind me as their slave. They drag me to their kingdom and trap me with a magic tower that I cannot destroy.

A century goes by and the humans redo their seals and spells. When war breaks out they command me to fight. In times of peace they to my scales, my claws, my teeth. And if I can't provide it to them naturally they tear it out. Centuries go by and humans advanced. I hear tales of what could be my siblings this kingdom starts to fall under the attack of five dragons. As the kingdom falls and dragons reign it looks like they were my brothers and sisters. Unfortunately we could not meet earlier in this lifetime. Human hatred and fear can be powerful. They decided to slowly kill me with a poison specifically for dragons and it looks like now is the end of my life. 'Goodbye my Family'

I sink into a cold blank darkness.

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