Sylaland

The air was cold and crisp, the night sky sparkled and burst into lightning with the excess energy discharged occasionally by the frustrated dragon. She beat her wings with force, dislodging air with a vengeance, but it didn’t really make her feel any better. She looked down on Sister Island and the group of female dragons that rested there. They were gossiping and cackling, the sound of their malice reaching up to taunt and torture her. They had seen her, she knew. She was the target of their spite quite often, one of their favourite subjects. ‘Stupid lizards’, she hissed. A little plume of smoke accompanied the statement. She kept flying, venting her anger and pain. She closed her eyes and navigated by instinct, feeling the differences in temperature, playing with the little variations in pressure. ‘None of you slithering serpents can do that‘, she thought to herself and laughed out loud, savouring her little victory. Read the rest of this entry »