Drago the Dragon

[Drago]

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   In a world where nature was plentiful and many creature, both strong and weak, normal and strange lived everywhere, there was a family of miniature dragons. Among the family was Drago, a green dragon who was a curious, shy and innocent one. His little brother, Charon was a yellow dragon with Gold-Silver wings. He was a bit more playful than Drago. Their mother, Cynthia was a Deep blue dragon who was very caring and loving, she took it upon herself to raise the two little ones since the disappearance of their father. She had never told them about how he disappears, but all she told him was that he was sleeping peacefully and doesn't wanna get up. Neither Charon or Drago knew that their father, Viing-kiin was killed by a terrible bipedal creature that held a spear.
   Everything seems fine for now. Cynthia was taking the two young dragons to learn how to hunt, but they were also on the look out for predators. They may have the possibility to become friends with the wolves, but they still prey on miniature dragons. Cynthia would rather not take chances, considering that she has two hatchlings with her. Upon reaching the clearing and seeing a mounting slope going upwards, she spots a mountain goat, standing still on the mountain for a bit before it resumed climbing and playing on the rocky mountain. The mother dragon brings her young ones in the tall grass where they will be hidden. "Stay here and watch how I go get food." She nuzzles the two before Drago and Charon watch her creep up on her target. The goat started to trot it's way down the mountain as Cynthia stays hidden in the bushes nearby. When she got close enough, she began to lean down, waiting for her chance to pounce. Then, in a moment, she leaps up towards the goat with her wings spread as she flies up at it. The goat begins to turn away and try to climb up the mountain, but it was already too late. She grabbed the goat with her talons, gripping it while her claws dug in to the skin of her catch while she glides back down to her young ones. She dropped it a few yards from them, where the goat had died from the impact of the drop before she landed next to them. She nuzzles the two before looking at the corpse, then as she opens her mouth, she lets out a blaze of flames to scorch and cook the goat. The smell would attract other predators, so she was quick to fan away the smoke with her large wings. "Alright you two, dinners ready." Drago stayed back and he let his little brother get the first pick. After Charon picked one of the legs, Drago goes to pick one of the legs as well, and they both feast before sunset.
   As the skies get darker, the family has returned home to their cave where Cynthia would watch the two little ones play and race into the den, butting heads into each other while clacking sounds can be heard. Then they settle down in the den as Cynthia comes in to curl up around them, offering her wing to cover them up. Soon they closed their eyes and fell asleep, but Drago stayed up. He always wonders about what has happened to his father, and where he was.


   As Drago watches the moon rise up in the sky, he begins to notice a flickering orange light coming from the distance along with shouting. He jolted, causing his mother to wake up. She looked at Drago "What's keeping y-..." She looks up and seeing the flickering light, she knew this was a torch. She jumped and urged Drago to hide in the hole up in the ceiling of the cave, which was big enough to fit both of her young in. "Drago! You must fly up to hide in that hole! Go! Now!" Drago understood and leaps up and flies up into a small chamber in the ceiling of the cave, wriggling his way through. Cynthia looks under her wing to nudge Charon awake, but he was very slow to wake up. "Charon! Wake up Charon!" She pleaded as Charon eventually woke up and tilted his head with confusion while he looked up at her. "Charon! Get up in the chamber, big bro is already there waiting for you. He looks up at the hole and then at the entrance to the cave, which at this point the creatures holding the torch can already see the him and Cynthia. "No! We're too late!" The men grabbed their spears and held their metal shields up while they charged into the cave. Cynthia growled and got up with Charon trembling under her. She spread her wings and let out an inferno of flames out at the men, but it did not work while they held their shields up. They continued to advance towards Cynthia. She didn't give up, she kept breathing fire at them, but soon one of their spears had pierced through her neck while another went through her chest. She stopped and trembled while blood started to spill from her wounds. Drago who was trembling in the small chamber began to cry, tears streaming down his face as he watched in horror before they pulled the spears out from her, covered in her blood. She collapsed, losing her life to those monsters while Charon tried to nudge her awake. Shaking in fear while the men began to approach him, and quickly batted him by the head, bludgeoning him to death. Drago stayed hidden in the chamber as he was told, trying not to make a sound as tears flow down his face while the men searched the den for any survivors. After they had searched deep in the cave, they had spoke with each other for a little bit before a wolf's howl can be heard. They took this as their que to leave the den before a pack got too near. So they quickly began to make their way back the way they came.
  As soon as he heard nothing but the buzz of silence, he carefully crawled out and leaped down next to the pool of blood of his mother and brother. He whimpered and cried out to them, seeing their lifeless corpses laying on the ground. He went down to rest his head on Cynthia's corpse, unable to sleep as he cried for hours in the entire night. Little did he know, a wolf was watching Drago from a distance, wondering if she should take the opportunity to go for the kill since he's alone, or to give him a break. She knew what happened, and she understood his feelings. She had made her decision and left Drago to mourn for his lost family. As Drago felt lonely and devastated by the death of his mother and brother, he slowly felt a bit of anger and hatred to those who did this to them, creating the seed for his lust of vengeance.

(Do not comment on this posts. I am not finished with this story. I know this is a sad story so far, but this is just the beginning. Even I was holding back tears when writing the devastating part.)