Rain softly twitched her hand, feeling that she had survived another day. Her back began to ache as she started rustling behind the foliage. The young teen's voice groaned as she awoke, another day, another meal to find, another day to try and survive.
Rain had always been alone, as long as she can remember. Her parents were known in her town as the best dragon-bounds that had ever lived. She was incomplete, unable to really understand how amazing it was to be close to a dragon, communicate with a dragon that would have chosen her.
Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes with her fists and fell backwards onto her back once more, releasing, yet, another groan. She hated waking up, filthy and loveless. Every day, she questioned her existence. The only thing she had, and cherrished, was her mother's gem-covered locket. She had always refused to sell it.
Clutching the gold heart with her right hand, feeling over each individual gem with her thumb, she held back a tear from her left eye. Why did she have to die? Why did I have to be left on my own? Why did papa die? Every day, she asked herself these questions, ones that she knew would never be answered.
The hen that lived a mile away in a deep cave screamed, signalling the begining of the mating ceremony. Everyone in the town could tell that she was in heats, everyone was afraid that their lives would be put in danger if they lived too close to her, Rain knew that no one would be harmed, she knew that much about dragons.
Returning the call was that of a male, screaming at the top of his lungs to impress the nearest female. No only were their dens close to one another, but only accross the villiage. That was amazing to Rain, she had never seen two dragons co-exist when it wasn't a season that involved mating, eggs, or hatchlings.
