"Chaos.. That is the only thing I remember" Charlena said. The young teenage girl was sitting in a cage made of a special type of iron. She couldnt touch it and the cage was only big enough for her to sit in. She wore a blue dress and looked at the other cage. The slave in it looked at her. "You must be a special one.. ww a ring such nice clothes" the male said. "I have no clue.. I don't even remember where I come from.." She said. "Shut up you two!" A man said. Charlena laid down in her cage and curled up the way she had always slept as a dragon.

....... 3 months earlier .........

She had been about to start a major joke when she was shocked by the loud and fierce roars of the Guard. She had looked around but be for she even could think of flying away, she had felt a hook in her foot and a special kind of rope over her skin. It was a burning pain and even though she was fighting against it, the humans somehow had made a device that was stronger than this young dragon.

She was brought to the ground and before her eyes she saw eggs being crushed, elder dragons killed and younger ones like herself fight against being enslaved. This made her more angry than she had ever felt and gave her a powerful boost, something humans called adrenaline, she tore the ropes and with all her power she burned the devices as much as possible, taking with that a lot of humans to their burning dead.

Right when she wanted to fly away to find her friends, she was knocked down on the head by a giant rock. She fell down and after hitting the ground, hitting her head she turned into her human form. "You see now! This monsters can be everywhere!" aadult man said. "Let's take her with us, she might come in handy! another said and so, she was picked up and her naked body was tossed over one of their shoulders like she was nothing more than a bag with potatoes.

"Krixuz, Ezukai, Raiya, Zilon, Dravin, Vivalent, Raziel, Nazgul... wait, where's Nazgul?"

On a normal day, Nazgul knew better than to stray too far from his mother and his siblings. But did he listen? No. He wasn't afraid of her. He didn't care if the notorious Razac Shivaki was one of the largest and most menacing dragons in the land. He used this as his advantage. If he ever got hurt while out here on his own, or hunted, with one piercing scream, his mother would come to his rescue--and no one messed with his mother.

Nazgul was busy doing his thing, flying on the other side of the mountains and hunting on his own. He was completely unaware that there was chaos going on in the valley he and most of the other dragons in the lands called home. He was too busy hunting wolves and having fun flying. He had done this for many, many years. Not once did he think he would come back to a barren wasteland with dead bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species laid about.

He soared over the rubble, his heart sinking when he finally landed to check it all out. He could tell by the ages of the bodies that this had happened recently, but everyone fled a few hours ago, at dusk. Despite inheriting his mother's monstrous genes, he still felt vulnerable and alone without his family.



Nazgul was hungry. Had he decided to hunt in his dragon form and feed himself, he wouldn't be in the current situation he was in.

The tall teenager was being dragged by two bulky men with nice clothing and matching scowls to match. In front of them was a young blonde man with hazel eyes and the opposite build--petite and pale--angrily walking towards a couple of guards with a furious expression. Judging by his nice clothing and arrogant demeanor, he was most likely a very rich merchant. The two men aggressively threw Nazgul at the feet of the guards, who coughed as dirt flew up into his nose and mouth.

"This hooligan was stealing my merchandise!"

"Oh come on! Two loaves of buttered bread and a pork slice is nothing!" Nazgul protested, annoyed.

The merchant kicked him in his side and clenched his fists together, resembling a toddler throwing a fit. "Yeah, similar to the contents of my stomach! Nothing!"

One of the guards shushed him while the other one grabbed Nazgul and tied his hands behind his back. "Alright, calm down. You wish to press charges against this kid?"

"Of course!" The merchant huffed.

Nazgul voiced his unhappiness with a guttural noise resembling a growl, "Over two loaves of bread? Are you kidding me?"

"We'll hold him until his trial. Rigby," he motioned to the other guard, who practically had to drag Nazgul to the 'dungeon' a couple of blocks away.

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Nazgul was aggressively thrown into a small cage by himself, with only a pile of straw and hay to keep him comfortable. He rolled his eyes and pressed his back against the stone wall behind him and rubbed his face with his hands. "Why does human food have to be so seasoned and flavorful?" he groaned to himself. The guard stationed there flashed him a confused glare, but said nothing, and continued to zone out at his post, indicating his boredom.

Despite being thrown into a holding cell, Nazgul was surprisingly not scared at all. Being a large dragon, he could easily escape whenever he wanted to. He'd rather rest up, however, seeing as he always managed to get tired after a good meal. The jailtime was definitely worth a full stomach, and it beat uncooked wolves and quickly rotting deer anyday.

After a couple of minutes, Nazgul crawled a few inches over to the bars of his cage and looked around at the other cages, noticing one particular one across from him to the right. He could barely make out white hair--a girl about his age, curled up on the floor. "Hey," he casually called out to her, "what are ya in for?"

Charlena looked up as she heard someone say something to her. She looked confused at him, she didn't know who he was and she wasn't used to people talking to her anymore. Well, unless it was shouting or threats about making her pay for talking. She looked around and when she was for sure they where alone she shrugged. ''I don't know.. I have this feeling that I am missing a big part of my memory'' she said. ''They call me Blue.. But its not my name..'' she said and looked at her hand.

''They say that they will bring me to a market tomorrow.. Where they gonna get a lot of money for me...'' She whispered and then looked up. A tall male walked by and smashed a stick against Charlena's cage. ''Shut up you wench'' he said. She looked down and tried to avoid eye contact at all costs. ''I-i'm sorry..'' She whispered. ''You will be when you get to your new destination'' the tall male said and put his hand trough a small opening, normally used to push in a plate or bowl with food, and grabbed her face. ''To bad I already have three slaves, more I don't need'' he said with a kind of dirty smirk on his face.

Charlena felt tears burning behind her eyes, she tried to fight them while being forced to look at this man. Suddenly, a tiny part of her dragon woke up, and her hands turned for five seconds in something that looked like claws, and her scales where just about to take their place when the male slapped her in her face and that made it all disappear again.