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Her massive jaws were open in a menacing snarl and her claws swiped and grabbed for any humans that dared hop too close to her. Her wide, thick, and golden wings were spread to make her appear larger and more dangerous than her teeth already did. The humans shouted and drove her closer to the circle of the other dragons. In a last ditch effort, she raised onto her hind legs and gave three good flaps of her wings to try and get her bruised and bleeding body off of the ground. But the effort was quickly detained by a few spears and she groaned in agony while crumbling forwards with a deep thud.

That was all Ohm could remember before she had opened her eyes and the air was heavy and quiet, as if time and life had been sucked out of it. The only thing she had been able to hear were the distant shuffling of wings and the thump of heavy paws. Time crawled slowly in the prison and with the end of the Demon Wars and the start of the human rebellion the freshest thing in her kind, she was left exposed to many nightmares and thought processes. Physically her wounds healed in a day but emotionally and mentally, a shell slowly grew and a prejudice took root in her philosophy.

Then it was like diving into an ocean after flying under the bare sun for an hour. She could breathe and she could think and she could move without feeling as if she were buried under a landslide. Her sorrowful thoughts removed their blanket from her mind and she stood on her two human legs. Light pierced the darkness around her while she ran her hands up and down her face. Then her sharp ears caught a ruckus behind her and she spun around, her hair following the movement until she could actually see. Light? Kin? Humans.. Dead and Alive? Unconsciously yet still cautiously, she emerged from the ancient cell and squint slightly at the sudden light and at the effort to understand what was happening before her. Blood? Again..? Oh no..