Chronicle Pt. VI
She ascended into clouds, their cool touch leaving her scales glimmering with dew.
Skimming the fluid world above dirt and stone she gazed down to her valley.
Silently it lay in the moonlight, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering etched deeply in her mind like a vivid dream.
She had started to resent it, but couldn’t bring herself to wreak havoc upon the valley.
She sighed, turning her gaze away from below and glanced up to the moons. Only one was full and it was red. Was it mourning for her or taunting her fate?
Doubt clawed at her thoughts but she shook it off. The future demanded her attention.
Flying always soothed her now troubled soul, eased her emotions. She closed her eyes, felt the air gliding past her and became one with the wind.
Upon returning at her now eerily silent home, the sun had set the treetops afire.
She sighed, questioning the reasoning of the Gods if this was to be her fate.
And on this sunburst day,
she did not rest.
The road ahead was tough,
and she knew it was a test.
Her days after,
were filled with pain and grief.
But she hold on to life,
putting strength in her own belief.
The moon took a full cycle,
the pain was too deep.
Her wrath consumed the valley,
as she fled and refused to weep.
She danced on the wind,
her wings blocking out the sun.
For years she spread terror,
she wouldn’t trust anyone.
A celestial cycle completed,
The black dragoness a whispered curse.
She rules her new land with ivory claw,
but that tale is not fit for verse.
Her rage fueled her body, yet even that waned with time. She despised herself for leaving her home, but in her blind arrogance and self-pity she justified her actions. The new land she inhabited was barren, devoid of life. Not even rain could bring back any green. She accepted the dark tides that stood at her new lair’s entrance.