Mirage woke up.
The sunlight coming in from the roof hurt his eyes.
Ugh, where am I?
He didn't recognize the room at first.
Sitting up, he looked at his Winglet's members sleeping.
He felt the soft leaves and moss bellow him.
He looked up at the leaf roof.
The leaves made a beautiful pattern in the room around him.
He could hear the quiet breaths of the dragons in the room.
The leaves made it feel like he was in a jungle, even though he had never been in one.
He got up.
He bent down to reach under his bed, feeling the hard rock floor.
He yawned.
He could barley reach what he was searching for, but when he got it, he sat on his bed.
It was his scroll of drawings.
He flipped to a blank part, grabbed a piece of charcoal, and started to draw with nothing in mind.
He hated holding charcoal.
It made his talons feel dirty and disgusting.
He laid back.
His soft bed made up for the fact his talons were in pain.
(tw)
It pained him to hold charcoal.
He wasn't sure why.
Maybe because he almost died in a fire.
He stopped drawing.
He looked at what he drew.
It was him.
His "uncle."
Well, soon to be uncle.
He closed his eyes.
He didn't want to see him.
Not after that...
Not after he tried to toss him in a fire.
That was why it pains him.
He opened his eyes.
He looked at the RainWing he drew.
He took a deep breath.
Uncle Iguana.
The pain was close to what it felt like when it happened.
He took the charcoal.
And scribbled over his uncle.
He rolled up his scroll.
He remembered the pain.
He put it under his bed.
Pain.
He did the same with the charcoal.
Less pain.
He sighed.
A little less.
He stood up, standing on the rock floor.
He walked out the door.
They won't notice if I go out.
He got to the entrance of JMA when someone spotted him.
"Where are you going, hybrid?"
Ugh.
Pain.
"Tell me or I tell the Dragonets."
"Fine. I'm just going out to fly."
"Alright."
Mirage didn't turn around.
He didn't need to.
He could tell it was a RainWing.
Pain.
He ran outside.
It was dawn.
He stood on the soft grass outside of the mountain for a moment.
He took a shaky breath in.
He looked at the sky.
Laughing.
He took flight, flying far away.
To a valley.
With a river.
And more soft grass.
He needed anything soft after that pain.
He collapsed.
In the grass.
"No more pain, it's over."
He breathed in.
No more pain, it's over.
He walked over to the water.
No more pain, it's over.
He looked at his reflection.
No more pain, it's over.
But there was still pain.
There will always be pain.
The scars remined him.
He looked at his wings.
And legs.
And some of his tail.
The burn marks would always be there.
A reminder.
Never trust RainWings.
He looked into the water.
He could sense someone, or something, coming closer.
He hid his scars.
It was easy, he had been doing it for as long s he could remember.
It was for sure a dragon.
"What." He hissed.
They sat down.
Bask.
"I know how it feels.."
"How would you know? You don't have an uncle who tried to kill you."
"No, but my parents did."
Their voice was soft and shaky.
They sounded like they had been through this as well.
"We don't have to talk about it." He said.
They nodded.
Both of them didn't want to.
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