You sit inside a chilly barred cage with your wings tucked in close. You hear the occasional groan of pained dragons around you, as guards come in from time to time to take prisoners to fight in the great skywing arena. It wasn't fair that you'd gotten in here. It was simply bad luck and bad timing. You just had to hope that when the guards came to get you, you'd survive whoever you were put against. You could hear the click of armoured talons. The guards were coming back.