Mc's pov
After yesterday's flying class, I 'nearly' passed out as soon as we got back to the cave. In a good way of course.
I was back on the ledge of our cave, huddled tightly with my siblings which I named to make life easier for me.
The second oldest, the female twin I call her Power now. She looks like she has a lot of potential.
The oldest brother, the male twin, I call him Archaic. Cause he looks very tired and boring.
The second brother, the one with no arms, I call him Soar. His wings are so big compared to his body, that he nearly never flaps.
The third brother, the dainty one, I call him, Dainty, Because he's dainty. That one was easy
Fourth brother, the one with three heads, I call him Cerberus. I never heard of Cerberus before so It must be those inherited memories Mother was talking about.
The youngest brother, the very small one. I couldn't think of anything cool besides Small, so I named him Tiny, just to be different.
I came up with these temporary names right before we went to bed; my siblings, too tired to argue, agreed with it.
That night I wondered why we didn't have given names but wondering does me no good right now, so I just ended up assuming it was our mother's fault.
After untangling myself from tails, wings, and limbs, I was finally able to get a good stretch and glide down from the ledge undiscovered. I saw my mother's ear perk but other than that no reaction to me leaving the cave.
It was early morning and the sky was red-tinged with orange. Some geese flying about in an arrow, crickets cricketing or whatever they do, I even saw a rabbit or two sniffing at something in that grass.
I trotted over to the rabbit feeling kinda hungry, but it ran away before I could catch it.
Then I turned to and thick pile of grass and soggy sticker bush branches, looking very soft and comfortable. I kept my pace while leaving further from the cave to spend the rest of my morning in the nest. I kneaded at it making a little dent downwards for me to lay in and curled inside, my underbelly towards the sky.
The red rising sun felt good on my scales, but I was already wide awake so I lay there with my head hanging upside down, watching the sunrise
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Meanwhile… somewhere deep in the forest of the mortal realm
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I was running. I couldn't see what I was running from, but I knew if I was caught, it was game over.
It was now sunrise meaning the shadows would no longer hide me away from these cruel hunters. I heard shouting become louder behind me and I scurried into a narrow dirt den under a bush.
No matter how well I hide, no matter how far I go, they will always find me. It was all because of this stupid crest on my chest, marking me as a slave who had no status.
When a criminal does something so atrocious, not even a death sentence or eternal torture could be atonement for the victims, their chests are embedded with a magic crest that will be passed down through their family until the heavens forgive them.
My great-great-great-great plus about five or six more greats grandfather, Committed a heinous crime, forgotten by the living but remembered by the dead.
He had groomed young dragons to hate every mortal including himself, so when they grew stronger they murdered him and went on a rampage killing thousands of mortals, humans, elves, demons, dwarves, beast people, and centaurs and even destroying any proof that they ever existed, wiping out villages and cities.
The dragons were so out of it they even self-destructed to not only destroy my 9x great grandfather's hideout where they were raised but to create an entire crater directly on top of it, where all their dead bodies now lay, corrupting anything that gets too close with everlasting hate.
My parents were able to help me escape just before I became of legal age for a slave to start working, but this stupid crest had only been overcomplicating my life since I gained just this sliver of freedom.
Meanwhile, I remained still while holding my breath, the crest stopped giving signals if the slave wasn't breathing, alive or not, but they knew I was here somewhere, and I could only hold my breath for so long.
Thinking about whether I should leave or stay, but before I could make up my mind, my dirty ragged shirt was grabbed from the collar by thin air and dragged me out of the bush roughly, leaving a few thin scratches.
I was pulled towards a burly-looking man until the magic that had dragged me to him was replaced by his large veiny hand.
He squinted his eyes at me, before pulling down my shirt to look at my slave crest.
I started to kick and struggle, all doing nothing for myself as he continued to creepily grin at me.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thin metal rope, and slammed me to the ground on my stomach. I struggled more, panic taking over my brain more than I wanted it to.
He pinned my hands behind my back and started tying the rope around them. My knee and feet scraped dirt off the forest floor as I tried to stand up with no hands and make a dash for it. But it was too late
He dragged me by the wrists to a wagon used for transporting horses. This was it, I was caught. There are no second chances in this world. I'll be stuck with a negative amount of freedom forever. Now I can only pray whatever job I'm assigned to, that it's easy.