Damon
I turned eighteen today, in a dark room, alone. The pain from the newest beating wracked through my body.
My mother was displeased again, and this was the result.
My mother is a dragon, a drake for our Weyr 'Luminara Draven'-(Drake means leader and weyr means pack)-, my father, unlike my mother, was a wolf. My older brother Lumous is also a dragon.
While my father was alive, my mother and I rarely interacted. I remember being upset about seeing her playing with my older brother and wondering why she never liked me.
Seven years ago, my father died due to a rogue attack, which started my long series of torture.
I always tried to be on my best behaviour and followed her rules, yet somehow she always found ways to punish me.
I miss Lumous, we had fun growing up, but suddenly one day he turned against me and convinced my mother to drop me out of school.
Most of the time, I am locked in this dark room. Every day mother lets me out to complete the household chores. At least it gave me the chance to look out of the window and savour each moment.
I forgot the last time I went out in the sun, let the golden rays soak into my skin, ran around in the forest, felt the breeze on my face and lay on the grass.
All these simple things snatched away from me for some unknown reason, I missed all these more when my wolf was absent from my mind.
I hadn't felt Topas, my wolf, for a long time, not since the over-exposure to silver as a punishment. I had tried to escape, and Mother found out; as a result, she bound me to a silver pole for 2 hours.
She would bind me to that pole for 30 to 40 minutes sometimes to keep my wolf weak enough to be docile, yet be able to heal me enough to be alive.
This hadn't killed my wolf, but had been very close to that. I tried to find herbs to make a concoction to counter the silver, but hadn't been that lucky. Weeks later, he is still in a coma.
I pitied him for being stuck with me. The hope of being free and finding a mate has kept him going. I didn't have the heart to crush his hopes. Being free of our mother's rule is like a dream, and even if we find our mate, it would only result in rejection.
The scars, bruises, poor vision and shaking hands -the result of starvation- made me doubt that I would even survive another year like this.
I have no one with me, not even my wolf. Death is the only escape for me from this dark prison
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