Pain. That's all I've ever known. I have lived in this prison they call a lab since my birth. I'm not allowed to see other but I know they are there. I can hear them. Smell them. And on occasion feel them. Ever since they used my familiar to make me what I am my only friend has been the boy on the other side of the wall. He is a few months ahead of me and has a wolf familiar compared to my dragon one. We talk using sound and touch. He can make small pictures with ice through the wall and I can kind of do the same with fire though once it reaches over through the wall it turns the ice there to water. We spend our days talking about anything that pops into our heads. But it doesn't last for long. The white coats come and take us to special rooms and we have to do a certain task very very good or else. I hear the screams of those who do not try their best or are just there for what they call research. After the task we are allowed to have some food. It usually tastes very nasty but food is food and I can't complain. I wish I knew what the elders were talking about when they say a blue sky or a warm sun. Everything is grey right? Isn't everything made of cold metal?
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Monsters
FantasyWhat is a monster? A mythical beast? A horrible person? Things that go bump in the night? In our world the word monster is associated with the abnormal. mostly people who were born differently. We weren't born like this we were made. They used our f...
