Gli (pronounced gl-eye) was a dragon. Nothing made sense to her. Her mom was sisters to a completely different type of dragon. Some creepy dragon needed her soul. Her home was probably destroyed. Why? Well, for a quick recap, Gli had to escape her home because of Sword-Soldiers, a bunch of really powerful soldiers, and was tricked by the leader named Scythina. She needed her soul to make the soldiers immortal and deadly. So then she found a dragon named Frisa who could help her stop the soldiers, but Frisa said that was out of the question. And right now, Gli was in a guest bedroom that Frisa had set up in her huge house.
“Night, Gli, I’m going to bed,” said Frisa outside.
“Night,” mumbled Gli. She went to sleep.
* * *
“Gli, wait here. We’ll take Moytai to the rush-doctors,” said her parents.
Gli was dreaming of an old, sad memory that had happened years ago.
“Why, Moytai?” sobbed Gli. “Why did we have to sneak out this night?”
She felt bad. If only it was her who had gotten bit! She got into the cave-house and went into Moytai’s room. She saw some of his most prized possessions. One was his Onga-Sword, which was a priceless history artifact that he won in a flying race. Another was his Light Dragon scale. The Light Dragons were an extinct race that were also the ancestors of the Jade Dragons, also extinct but were very successful in the history of trading and money.
* * *
“Geraria [jer-rare-ia]? Kinlin?” Are you the parents of Moytai?” asked the doctor. “We… think your son is not going to make it. With proper care, he might survive, but only for a few hours before he gets the Death-Sickness.”
Geraria whimpered. Her son couldn’t die this young! “I will get Gli.”
* * *
Gli woke up, in a cold sweat. “Ugh,” she murmured, rubbing her head, as if she had bumped it.
She got out of bed and walked out of her room.
She walked until she found the kitchen. She was going to drink some warm, sweet water. It would help her relax a little bit.
After finishing, she wanted to take a fly. She looked for the exit. After about fifty minutes, she found it. She went flying. The cold, dark fog of the night felt good, even if she didn’t like water that much.
She kept going, and sat on a cliff. She spoke to herself quietly, just babbling and giving her voicebox a workout-rest. Afterwards, the sun started appearing, and she left to go back to Frisa’s.
She wasn’t looking where she was going and crashed into another dragon.