42. The captive

(Orna)

The hybrid fell asleep almost instantly, and I knew she wouldn't remember anything come morning. Also, I didn't think she would work out. Her blood was not pure enough. I knew Tymeria thought otherwise, but I always knew who was going to be our end goal. The girl, my girl.

"I can't wait to teach a lesson to all the imbeciles who thought they are powerful than me. They are not..." I thought with a scornful look on my face.

"I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked."

This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history.

Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

It was where I found out about Estrild and her