Chatterbox: Inkwell

Chapter one: Midnight

I woke up in shadow a place hidden from the world’s chaos and fear. To slither out of th  shadows into the real world meant a bomb barely missing you or your own death. I managed to cheat death, to avoid it. Countless times almost killed by a bomb that missed me by inches. I was never killed by the impact. Badly scraped up? Yes. I had to eat. If I didn’t risk my life every day to get food or water I would be dead. 

    Who am I? you may wonder. I am a death cheater. A survivor, but whats my name? Midnight. Its a name that blends with the shadow,  dosn’t it?  The shadows are my friend. My scales blend with them as black as midnight they are. So they let me hide in them. They accept me. They fear  me. I am a dragon of darkness.

That is who I am. 

The dawn tried to penetrate the shadows of my cave . It only managed to break through the darkness at the edge of the cave. I moved from my spot at the edge of my fortress and laid down at the back were it was the darkest. I didn’t like the light. The light was my enemy. It exposed me when I was trying to hide. A flashlight for my enemies. 

I didn’t have any real enemies. Only the ones who had started the wars. The ones who had ripped peace from the world. I never saw the peace, but I imagine there was a time were it ruled the world proud and strong. Or was there only chaos and fear. I try to hold on to the hope that peace did exist, but sometimes I wonder maybe the world was born this way. 

The war still rages on. 

A explosion sounds. People scream. A death scream. I imagine in my mind the children, the people, who had just died a meaningless death. It makes me sad and angry for the people who hide from the wars or try to, but they are always killed. The shadows aren’t their friend. They are always exposed to the sun. No human can hide from the chaos and fear. They can try, but they never survive.

I sigh. One of those people could of been a savor. A peacemaker. They could of ended the wars even though it seems impossible, but they will never have the chance. A let a sad and angry roar explode from my throat and silence sounds for just a minute. 

The people are wondering who has made that roar. They have never seen a animals before. The animals were all killed when the war started. By accident. yes, but I longed to avenge them. They shouldn’t of had to die. Now all the people eat is vetables. They survived. The humans cared about the silly vetables not the cows, the deer, the bull, the owl, the mountain lions or the rest.

I roar once again. The silence goes on. As I keep roaring I imangin some are spared. Some are running away to a cave were shadows will become their friends. The shadows will hide and protect the people who are not warriors. 

Later, my stomach growls. I take a deep breath and heave myself towards the edge. I stopped at the edge. This could be my end. One step outside could mean death, but I need to eat. Quickly, I slither out of my cave. The light momently blinds me. I want to go back to my dark cave were I am safe, protected by darkness.

I don’t want to see the chaos. I don’t want to see the wars. The wars are killing the earth, slowly. I know it in my bones.

I set out towards a place were ants rule the hearth, my ever step exposed by the sun. I hear the cries of war and the sound of bombs. I hate it.  The humans don’t touch the ants or the hearth their. They are afford of the ants. The ants are ancient. One bite from their poisons mouths would end a humans life. I am not affected by their poison. My scales are to thick. That is another way how I have cheated death. 

I arrive. My shadow takes up much of the hearth. Covering it in darkness, its enemy, my friend. The hearth needs the sun to grow plants. If shadow were to take over nothing would ever grow on the hearth. And if nothing ever grew the ecostyem would fall apart, thus ending life on earth.

I shiver at the prospect of my thoughts. The air ripples around me in tiny waves from my movement. The ants start to run. They know now i am here. They are blind, but there senses are not gone. 

I start scooping up ants in my claws. The dirt dribbles out, like a waterfall, leaving only the ants. I look at them, thoughtfully. They are bitting me, but I don’t feel a thing. My scales are my armor. A gift given by a unknown force.  I threw the ants in my mouth, closing my eyes in satisfactions are delight.

The ants have seen me eat their friends. They crawl up me, but I am not afeard. They can’t hurt me. I shake them off and my tail whipping the ground I start towards my fortress. 

I slink into my cave, enliving in the shadows. The air is comfortable, cold even. I love it. The shadows embrace me. Happiness surges threw me. I head towards the back of the cave and lay down.

I listen to the bombs hitting the earth. 

Chapter two:  Warrior dragon

I stood before the king. A legend. He has thrown this world into war when he had made the obvious decision. The decision that needed to be made. To ride the world of super humans. Humans with powers.

The world was meant to be pure, but the super humans came and made it unpure. They were humans before, but they became outsiders when they received powers from a unknown force.

I bow my head, waiting for odors from the King. I am his warrior. His dragon warrior. His most priced possession he claims. My scales are as touch as rocks, my tail as sharp as a knife. 

“My dear warrior queen. My number one warrior. Are you ready for your odors?” He says, rising from his chair made of his enemy’s bones to stroke my head. His hand is rough but warm as a fire. 

“Yes, my lord. Careful of my spike on my head, it is as sharp as a knife and it is as posnious as those ancient ants no one dares to come near.” I roar. 

“Yes of course dear” The legend says. His voice is intimating to some, but comforting to me. Nothing scares his warrior dragon.

We have always have understood each other. It is a mystery, but some guess its because he raised me.  He found me in the wild, as skinny as a stick, but he has made me as tough as a true warrior. I am grateful. He saved my life. He made my life a real story, a adventure.

“You will go to the east town that is full of those vile creatures. Burn it to the ground. No-one should be spared.” The king said, a excited look in his green eyes. His eyes that burn with fire or burn with a gentles I only see.

I nodded, my adrenaline pulsing threw my veins. I always liked when he sent me on missions like this. I liked to hear the super humans screaming. I like to see their flesh burn in the fire and collect the bones of them to add to my king’s collection.  

I exited the king’s fortress. Beautiful screams sounded in my ears, the sounds of a person screaming their last scream. I watched a bomb explode. Pieces of wood flew in the air, and smoke rose from the remains of the house.

I pushed off the ground, the wind catching my wings. The east town, quickly came in view. I was as fast as a cheetah when i flew. I was slow the ground. Too heavy for me. Too bulky. I preferred to fly.

I arrived above the ground. The super humans were hiding in their houses. I laughed. They thought they were safe from me. The Warrior Queen.

I breath fire from my mouth on the buildings. The super humans ran from the house, screaming in fear. I love fear. I sprayed the humans next. They burned easily. Skin burns too easily. 

I flew towards the king fortress. Excited by my experience. I had done it thousands of times before, but it never got old. I touched down. The legend was waiting for me at the entrance. 

He nodded when i walked up to him and gave him the bones I had collected. I nodded back. He never doubted me. He knew I had done my job. 

“How was it?” He asked. He knew the answer, but he still liked asking. I didn’t mind.

“I love war” I answered.

“Me too, warrior Queen.