My mother told me of winter. She spoke of times when the mice dug deep in their burrows, when food was scarce, and late hatchlings of foolish mothers keened pitifully in the cold night.
I was hatched in the spring, she said, and would not feel the icy bite of winter until I was old enough to take to the air and burn my own prey.
But here my limbs are leaden with the chill. I have no strength to fight my captors. Even if I did, my heart would not be in it.
I know I am far from home, and I fear that my mother is dead.
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Where Frost Meets Fire
FantasyA young girl gets a fire lizard for her birthday. A young fire lizard is kidnapped from her home. When their two worlds collide, their lives will never be the same. ~~~ Super-short chapters! Word count is under 6,000 for the whole story. ~~~ I'm...
