LXXX. Desperation

Once upon a time, the skeleton dragon was like any other of his race, a hungry young man desperately seeking the compassion of the three superior races to receive a little food. None of them wanted to or would even look at him, but that was the best he could hope for. He still remembered how others would draw their swords and dare to cut his body a little, taking advantage of his low tolerance for pain to get the message across. One would think that in these situations, skeleton dragons would support each other when necessary, but the reality was different. Not even taking care of each other, they only sought their safety and a good life. Being a little skeleton dragon was horrible, he would have to resort to eating dead dragon meat to survive like most of his people.

"I don't know why mother Desthy created us in a world that hates us" he wondered, looking through the trash. "Maybe she's a cruel goddess like the other dragons."