The Beginning of the End

Dragon

I am not afraid of fire. I am fire.

Darkness. Heat. Dragon felt trapped. She saw nothing, she heard nothing, and she smelled only death and decay. Her ears swiveled and her eyes flicked back and forth in the darkness. She could not move and the dampness of the air caused her wings to stick to her body. Every now and then her muscles flinched and she did not order them to. But the worst of all, in this prison, was the she was alone.  

Alone.

Something that all feared. No. Dragon had to get out of this prison immediately. She tried moving her head and found that she could slightly turn it, but nothing else would move. Rage filled her. though she did not remember anything before now, she knew that she was not meant to be here. She bucked and met nothing but air. Suddenly the darkness shifted to blue, green, and purple pulse of light. She saw that a mist surrounded her. A bright light flashed and blocked out everything for a moment. Dragon closed her eyes to shield them. When she opened them, Dragon found that she was laying on a mossy ground and was surrounded by a looming, misty group of trees. Slowly, and with great exhaustion, she rose from the ground and peered around. She was in a shrouded woods. The mist encircled her with an awful feeling. Where was she? How did she get there? Dragon stretched her wings and stared at the forest. "Is anyone there?" her voice echoed into the darkness.
"Talk"

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