You lay in your cell, hearing the bustling of the market from outside your window. You had been captured when you were young and sold abroad all of Pyrrhia, and now you’ve made your way to the Skywing Kingdom. You were to be purchased by Queen Scarlet, is what you had been told. You didn’t particularly care, this has been your life since you were young. But to be sold to a Queen? That was new.

You lay on the floor, your throat dry and cracked with the need for water. You stare into the cell across from your own, where you see a Nightwing lying down as well. That’s right, he’s to be sold to Queen Scarlet just like you. A Nightwing was rare, they never really left the fabled Nightwing Kingdom. Of course Queen Scarlet, Queen of the Skywings, would show interest in one. She had a love for all things rare and beautiful.

It could be worse, you think to yourself. Instead you could be sold to the arena. There you would be forced to fight and kill other dragons until you ultimately died yourself. At least in this life you’ll be pampered like a pet.

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you see the Nightwing stand up, and you really get a good glance at his scales, even in the dark lighting. He was beautiful, his scales almost a dark, blood-like shade of red. The underside of his wings shone like stars. You watch as he circles around the cell, dragging his long thick tail behind him.

Before you can even react the Nightwing throws a small pebble at you, hitting you in the snout. You sit up, rubbing your nose with your talons. “Hey,” The Nightwing says, looking straight at you with his dark eyes.