I picked up my pen, and I slowly touched the tip to the white paper, watching as the ink gracefully flowed forming the first word.
Fear, simultaneously colliding with anger. They were back. A low growl escaped the small gaps between my sharp teeth, letting out a little smoke with it. The normally faint clanking of the intruder's boots sounded like gunshots in my ears.
"This way," I heard one of the insufferable humans call in a deep voice "the dragon is just past this bend!
"Camron, are you sure this is a good idea?" a higher pitched voice asked
"I'm sure, we will slay this monster and return home as heroes! No need to worry Ben." the deep voice replied
Knights, always so sure that anything bigger than them was a monster and deserved to die. They would soon learn the error of that thought.
The sound of their clanking armor slowly became louder and louder. Listening to their chatter I could tell this was their first time dealing with a dragon, but this was not the first time I had dealt with knights. Slowly getting into position I laid on the ground of my cave, feeling the cold from the stone seep into my red scales. I wrapped my tail around me and tightly folded my wings, careful not to make a sound. I closed my bright blue eyes and waited.
"JAMES!!!" I heard a heinous voice call.
I snapped out of the trance. I frantically fumbled with my sleeve, pulling it up to reveal my rusted watch. 10:00 am, they don't usually have their first drink until noon, I should be good. Then I heard a sound that only led to pain, and at least a dozen bruises. Quick and fierce footsteps approaching the closet that I call my room.
Mr. Ramble flung open my door, "Where is Mary?" he asked in a deadly tone, filling up almost the entire room with his fat body.
I shakingly stood up from my bed, trying to formulate a response.
"I said, where is your good for nothing sister?" he asked again, slowly getting closer to me.
"I don't know," I weazed out, pressing myself against the wall.
Swinging his giant hand towards me Mr. Ramble grabbed the neck of my tattered shirt."Why did I take you in? To run away? To take my kindness for granted?"
"No sir." My feet slowly left the ground and I could feel the chipped paint stab into my thin clothes, and the wind from the outside slam into me through the holes in the walls, ruffling my outgrown hair.
"Why did I take you in then?" His breath smelled strongly of booze, I guess he got an early start to his day.
"Out of pure goodness," I recited, knowing
full well that it wasn't true.
"Good," He dropped me on the musty floor and stomped out of the room.
I exhaled deeply, that could have gone a lot worse. Remembering what he said. I smiled, she'd gotten out!
I turned to my bed grabbing my most prized possessions, my journal, that contained all my stories, and my faithful pen. I lifted up my thin straw mat and ripped blanket shoving them under, onto the rusted pipes that made the bed frame. Cracking the door to my room just enough to look out on the apartment. Empty cans were strewn across the floor, the stove and sink were still running, and the table didn't have the normal breakfast for two on it. It was very clear that Mary had left.
"We can't tell the government, so no cops!" I heard the shrill voice of Mrs. Ramble scream. I scampered out into the apartment, ducking behind the table and crept to the front door. I glanced back, the door to Mary's room was wide open, showing the boiler and her straw mat and my door right next to it was closed tight. They would never know that I snuck out. While they forced Mary to cook and clean, they preferred that I stayed silent, unseen and if I helped Mary she would be punished.
