[mature] hunt or be hunted; mary

[Dracarys]

DRACARYS

I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.

Minding her own business had been one thing, but Dracarys was a curious one. She often made it her main concern to know everything that happened within Sylva and outside if she could. But it often didn't always work that way. Mother and father were least likely to let her wonder away for long, and it seemed lately she wasn't able to escape back out since she returned from the mountain.

She spent most of her time thinking of ways to finish the task the fairy had asked her to complete. It was rather impossible really. How was she supposed to steal something valuable from someone she loved when she only loved her parents at all?

Dracarys furrows her brow at the thought now. “It’s entirely impossible!” She mumbles, already annoyed at not completing the task given to her. “She probably did it that way so I will never be a dragon like mama.” Dracarys shakes her head with more anger at the sound of that as she pushes through the last bit of undergrowth and one of the many boulders stands in front of her.

Suddenly there are strange noises coming from behind the boulder. “Uh, hello?” Dracarys calls out; quickly she presses herself to the boulder. No one responds to her. Dracarys moves carefully around the boulder again. The noises get louder. She pins her ears against head, but keeps moving around until she reaches the other side to find her father and the disgusting mare, Mary, her mother doesn't like all entangled together.

Her eyes widen with surprise as she realizes what she is happening. Her stomach sinks in the pit of her stomach. Dracarys quickly spins around on her small legs, and makes a quick escape from where she was. “Mama!!” She screams out in fear. “Mama!! Where are you?!” She yells out again.

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