Chaotic Moons

'The Last One...'

It was a dark and gloomy day. The sky was stained red from the blood of our fallen. I stagger to my feet, wings lacerated and blood oozing out of the raw flesh in my right leg. My dragon claw was clipped and my one cloven hoof  was sprained badly. I limped forward a few steps, my lips curling up and baring their razor sharp teeth and single long fang.

I look around in disbelief. My race, the almighty drequanequis, defeated by titan looking creatures. They called themselves Daemons, a race unknown to the land. Daemons were unforgivable and bloodthirsty monsters in the shape of wolves large as bears with intricate and colorful fur markings. I limp around the bodies, all drequanequi, and clutching the scar in my side I make my way through the pile of bodies, smelling of blood and, death. I frantically search for survivors, any that still had a bit of life left in them. Then I see a claw twitch and someone tries to stand, " Keila..." I sigh in relief. " My love, my dearest." She was bleeding badly, and we both knew what came next, but we didn't want to believe it. Keila lay in my arms as she slowly died off, taking to me with her enchanting and calm voice, the voice that always lulled me to sleep, the voice of my mate. The voice of the future mother of my children. Now, all that is... gone. The war with the Daemons had killed my whole race, I used what might have been left of my magic to try and heal Keila but she grabbed my paw and stopped me before I could act, " No. D-disc-cord," She managed to gasp, " L-let me d-di-die, peacefully."

" No. No. I won't let you. I can heal you, just let me. Please!" I was so close to sobbing that I nearly choked on my own words. I had to save her, Keila was the only one I loved, the only one I cared for. I hadn't cared for my own mother or father that way. It was only me and her in the beginning, now, it'll just be me in the end. I lay the beautiful drequanequi down gently, her long while bangs covered her face in a tangled mess, her face was badly bruised and her skin clammy, yet, she was as beautiful as ever. Then I came back to reality, " I- I'm the last one..."