Raven City

Ice Willowthorne had just escaped from Jackson. She remembered the reaction of his harrowing, cold face as she told him that Thatcher had gotten captured. No matter how much Ice blew fire or used arrows, the robots carried away her boyfriend like that. Jackson had already made a large scar from her eyebrow to her lower lip, and she didn’t want to get another deathly blow. Thatcher had fixed her cut before, and now the other dragon hadn’t been here to save her or comfort her.

She slammed the door, locking it, then Jackson screaming, “You ignorant teen!” She ran to the window, opening it and free falling through the sky, then she looked up to see Jackson dropping a knife that would impale her back. She grew her wings and then she felt the scales tear. She screamed in pain, as she plummeted to the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, “HELP!” As she gripped the handle of the knife and she ripped it out, a fresh wave of pain in her golden wing. She hit a car, and then her wings started to shrink till you couldn’t see it. She shivered, as some people stared at her. As much as she hurt all over, she knew she broke something in her arm.
She walked over to the garbage can and threw the knife in it. She then went to the Motor Inn, requesting a First Aid kit and a room. Even though every step caused her left wrist a wave of new searing pain, Ice was determined to save herself from Jackson and Thatcher from the robots.
“Can I have a room?” She asked the man at the desk. The man looked up. Brown, messy, hair. Freckles, pale skin, and looked to be about 19 or 20. “And a First Aid kit,” He put a kit on the table and the boy asked, “I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, a cold mask on her face. “High school, I was in 12th Grade, you were 10th,” He said. “Aramina Hills!” “Whose that? I’m Ice Willowthorne.” “You can’t remember Sam Wilson?” He asked. “Oh…You were brainwashed in the experiment…” “Yeah.” “Well, you’re actually Aramina.” The name washed back her old memories quickly.
“You were my old boyfriend before we went our separate ways,” She said, remembering the navy blue wings that was permanently fixated on his back. She smiled at the wings. Of course, Ice was Aramina Luci Hills, a golden dragon who’d attended Raven Academy for Creatures. After all, the city was infested with humans, gnomes, dragons like herself, warriors, and those freakish children of Gods and all that stuff.
And there, Aramina tackled Sam down as she had an instinct Jackson was here. A knife landed above the counter. “WHERE ARE YOU ICE?!” He screamed.
The dragon-girl sucked in her breath and hoped Sam wouldn’t kiss her.
‘Don’t kiss me, dragon-boy,’ She mouthed, readying a sword. He shook his head and then Aramina stepped onto the table, and then she looked at Jackson. Then she remembered the pain in her arms. “Be careful! Don't want to hurt that arm of yours,” Jackson snapped.