Ashton

“Ashton, Ashton! Do you honestly not wish to play with us in the water; bathe in what is ours? It is a gift! You must cherish it..” The other hatchlings chanted to him, and he would simply cast his gaze aside and respond with a stern ‘no’. He did not like the water; despised it, even. The others. They didn’t seem to understand that. The constant pestering was annoying on his end, and fruitless on theirs. He just wanted to watch the flowers grow: Marigold, Daisy, Rose, Lilac.. Those were only the simple flowers, and he knew there were more to discover. However, they ignored his yearn to grow the floral plants, still chanting to him about the water they loved so. They could have the water to themselves. He assumed that, after a few days of saying so, they would listen and not bother him about it. He was quickly proven wrong.

Days upon days of scolding from others had Ashton at a loss; unsure why it mattered so much, for a waterborne dragon to not want to be affiliated with water. What did it matter, when he was so much more than the water he was told to remain behind? He had a face, a thumbprint. Wasn’t that worth anything at all? Others claimed him an unworthy rebel, while a few gazed at him with a sympathetic look of pity. To them, he was but a sick hatchling, and he couldn’t prove them wrong.

Having had enough, Ashton took action and left. He was sick and tired of all the comments, the negativity that was pushed into his face every day. Though courageous, he was still very young when he left; clumsy, unsure, and curious about everything that he came across. He left the clan with confidence, however, knowing his way easily until he came to the point of no return. He was lost.

Fear, wistfulness, and loneliness were only small emotions brewing inside, yet they stung. He was weak from endless travel for days, and wanted nothing more to return to his home, or anywhere, for that matter. He raised his head to weep to the skies, and noticed a speck. ’Fly’, his body demanded. ’Fly, fly, fly! Fly to your freedom, young one.’ Ashton didn’t understand. Oh, this wasn’t desire of his own beckoning him to the skies anymore as he took flight. This was something much stronger. He wanted to resist the words commanding him to take to the skies, but he could not. In mere moments, he heaved his tired body into the skies.

The hours of flight were blurry, and if there was something he should have remembered, he didn’t. When he collapsed, however, he found himself in a peaceful place. A floating island, which was shaped like a turtle. He looked up to see dragons speaking with one another. They were happy; content, even. This was much more different than his old clan, he knew. His old clan never looked this happy.

Maybe now, he could be at peace.
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Bio by Elubviq based on my ideas.