Rellisa snuck along the dark passage, Her claws scraping against the stone. Even she could barely see into the dark cave. She continued walking the dark corridors, with so many twists and turns she was afraid she would never find her way back.
She could almost hear her mother now, ” it’s not like a normal dragon to be afraid.” she would scold. “But I don’t want to be like a normal dragon” Rellissa would mutter under her breath. All Rellisa wanted to be was an artist, but, as her family had told her many times “dragons don’t make art”.
She heard a growl come from the darkness. Rellisa hoped that the legends weren't true. I have to do this. she thought to herself. It’s the only way.
I hate the dark. She thought as she traversed the twisted hallways. I prefer the light, where I can see the art I make. I’d give anything just to go back to the light and paint or sculpt or do anything but be in this dark cave.
Suddenly it got completely dark. And even Rellissas darkvision eyes couldn’t see a thing.
She carefully stepped forward, sliding her claws in front of her. It was a horrible sound that made her head hurt, but it was necessary. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing was rough. Despite what her mother had said, she was scared. I took all of her courage just to take each step. She heard the growling again, and it was enough to send her running.
she ran until she saw a faint light. Although, after all that time in the darkness, it seemed as bright as the sun. she was so anxious to see light again, she ran straight toward the faint glow without thinking.
she reached the room with the light. she paused in the doorway, there it is, she thought. what she had traveled all this way to find, the arc of flame. the gold carving looked so real. its glow was magical and almost had a pull coming from it. Rellisa ran right to it.
suddenly she felt something jump on her back. she rolled away and turned around.
"Mother?" she said.
''yessss" the new dragon hissed
"Why are you here?'' asked Rellisa.
"The better question is, why are you here. Her mother asked
"Why aren't you at your painting. that's all you do when you should be hunting or training. I know why you're here, you think this will save you, make me see you differently. you can trust me, IT WON'T!" she lept forward and jumped on her daughter's back.
Rellisa struggled under her mother's weight. But her mother was wrong, she had learned from her journey, she was stronger now. She clawed at her mother's face and left a deep gash. Her mother screamed, jumped off Rellisas back, and held a claw to her face. Rellisa used that time to grab the the arc of flame and ran down the corridors. Rellisa didn’t know what would happen, but she knew she would never see her home again.