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When Nazo finished his training session, he informed me that his training schedule has been changed again. "It's been changed again?" I asked him. "Yes, it has." Nazo replied. "Now my training ends in a month, then I— er, never mind." "What?" I asked him. "Never mind, it's nothing." He flew back to the house before I could ask him another question. So, I flew back to the house, as well. His training was nearly over, and I was impressed with his progress, since it normally takes dragons years to master their abilities. However, as his training drew closer to an end, he began spending most of his free time with me. I would say that

Khrysallia and I searched the entire house, but we couldn't find them. About 10 minutes later, we heard the front door open and close. We saw Derek with one arm around Sherry as they came in. They collapsed to the ground. Their clothes were stained in blood and practically shredded to pieces. Sherry had a few small cuts all around her body, and so did Derek. Khrysallia looked horrified. "What the hell happened to them?" I asked. "I-I don't understand. They were in the house before I left," Khrysallia said. I walked over to them. "They're still alive." Khrysallia still looked frightened. They both had cuts and scratches on their faces,

We made our way back to her house, and when we walked in, I saw another human sitting next to Sherry, crying. His clothes were dirty and torn. He had black hair, which was caked in dirt, and green eyes. He looked to be about 17 years old. "I should have went back for him... it's all my fault," he muttered. "IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!" The boy suddenly blurted. Sherry noticed me and Khrysallia coming in, and so did the boy. When the boy saw me, he reacted the same way that Sherry did when she first saw me. However, Khrysallia and Sherry told him everything. They told me that his name was Derek. Derek sniffled. "Sorry, about that, Nazo. It's just

The next morning, I was woken up by someone unlocking my cell door—it was General Axerion. He didn't seem surprised by my transformation. I stood up, and walked out of my cell, though my wings got caught a couple of times before I figured out how to fold them up. I followed General Axerion up a flight of stairs. I guess I'm free. "So," I said, "am I free to go?" "Not quite. You still have to meet our lord, but if you meant by leaving the island, then no," General Axerion said. "I wasn't planning on leaving the island," I reassured him. Once we made it to the top of the stairs, General Axerion opened a door. Sunlight flooded the dar

When I woke up, I was lying on a cold, concrete floor. I was in some kind of underground prison cell. The cell was large enough to fit 50 prisoners. The corridor, also pretty large, was lit up by a single flickering light bulb. I stood up and started rubbing the bump on the back of my head. My jacket was missing, but I still had the rest of my clothes on. I waited for a few hours, until I heard two voices. One was male, and the other was female. It sounded like they were arguing as they got closer to me, but then it went silent. I heard a door open, and I saw three bipedal dragons walking over to my cell. One of them inserted a key into the

WARNING: PARTS OF THIS STORY CONTAIN BRIEF INSTANCES OF BLOOD, GORE, AND MISANTHROPIST THOUGHTS ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I felt so relieved, as if 16 years of anger and emotional stress had just vanished. I had just killed the woman who has been on my nerves, since the day I was born. She claims she's my mother, but to me, she isn't. She was never a true mother to me. I was grateful for everything she and her husband, whom claims to be my father, did for me. However, the number of things they did for me is not very significant, and we weren't poor. It might be sickening to some humans to see som