When he opened his eyes and felt the familiar liquid surrounding him, a weary sigh left his body.

Although he was locked in, the sunlight fell perfectly on him and he could see his body again scaly.

From the shadows that sometimes passed, he could sense that there were others like him, waiting for something and struggling in the process.

But there was no emotion for this new life, he just watched the light shine through the days and he only reacted when he felt the trembling throughout his body.

He could see a shadow cover the light above him and he seemed to sniff for a while.

After a while, the monster roared and the little silhouettes emitted a tender screech and followed.

Hearing the flapping farther and farther away, he felt it was his moment.

His leg pushed the hard-boiled egg and created a crack.

After many hours of fighting, his body finally came out of that protective prison and looked at the beautiful starry sky that surrounded the great blue moon.

"... I'm still here ... in this world"

The little wings on his back were numb and could barely move a bit.

Hunger invaded him and looking only at the shells that surrounded him, he licked his snout and began to eat.

His fragile body trembled from the cold of the night but nothing seemed to matter to him, he finished eating and lay down near the cliff.

His tired eyes closed again and he didn't wake up until he felt the discomfort in his body.

When he opened them he found a beast biting into his skin and destroying his fragile scales.

It was a kind of armadillo and he used his claws to scratch it.

He was irritated and felt the inside of his body heating up.

He opened his mouth on the monster and drew his first breath out of it.

The monster screamed and rolled on the ground trying to eliminate the black flames that consumed it until it stopped forever.

The fragrance reached his face and he couldn't help but swallow, walking towards the corpse, he opened his mouth and took a big bite, he used all the strength of his teeth and tore a bit of burnt and fragrant skin and started his breakfast. .

After doing that until he felt full, he looked at the cave behind him.

Moving forward he found what could have been treasures and mineral remains that must have been eaten by the other little ones.

As he felt his skin regenerate and grow a little stronger, he couldn't help but speak in his mind.

"Is there?"

But after many hours he got no response and only felt more hungry.

Looking at the forest down the mountain, an expression of disgust appeared and he advanced slowly.

He flapped his wings and rose a little off the ground, as if he felt the presence of him, they all began to flee and he just looked at them with contempt, listening to the sound of water, felt his throat somewhat dry and approached.

Looking at the relaxed boar sleeping near a lake a trace of pain appeared in his eyes and then his anger invaded him.

He lunged quickly and ignored the screams as he began to devour his body.

After struggling for a while, the monster stopped moving and felt full.

He then he dragged his head into the lake and began to swallow desperately until he choked.

After a long time he seemed to calm down and I looked at his reflection.

It was an unbearable face and with star-shaped points on the sides, two small horns protruded next to its dark bluish scales.

His eyes were green and had a sharp shape.

He looked like the Evil Dragon from tales and a tired smile was reflected.

"... are you still ... are you here?"

"...... # ¥ ° ฯ Yes."

"They..."

"... § ~ Г everyone is ... ¤Ωθμ ° fine ..."

Hearing the response from the chilling voice, a bit of relief appeared on the little dragon's face.

Feeling the calm return to his body, he knew that whatever he appeared was watching him.

Is it a game for someone else?

Is that the black stain on his soul?

He never had this special power?

He felt like a fool for forgetting everything he had learned before and letting himself go.

He looked at her body weak and full of small wounds.

I hide my breath from him and drag the remains of the corpse to a nearby bush.

He looked at the mountain where he lived and began to fly towards it, doing so only made him more tired but he couldn't sleep here ... Some beasts will not fear him and may even treat him as if it were a dinner.

Watching the sunset at the edge of the cliff, his bitter eyes slowly closed and he began to sleep.

I ignore the figures in the dark watching him.

After all, his skill didn't warn her of danger and he was exhausted.