Adalinda

Adalinda
Philosopher/ Painter
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Helios, Eos, and Adalinda, all stuffed into a tight box by their beastclan captors. They had been jostled and fed scraps of disgusting militia rations that they had to fight each other for as they were laughed at. The only one who seemed to care was the old Flamescale Lancer who snuck them extra food. They knew that there were others who met the same fate as them. They could hear them but whenever the Draconic chatter became too loud their crates would be smacked with the butt of a weapon. It felt like forever but they finally felt their box settle and a voice deeper and louder than the recent ones seemed to hault all movement around them. "This is what you thought was so important that I bring our leader?"
"Many good things from all over. Even shiny things. We have no use for these but maybe you can put them to use." Suddenly the lid is lifted off and even the dull light of the room burns their eyes. "You can't be serious," a new voice firmly echoed, "Hatchlings are not to be traded." "You may not but others do." The lid is placed back on and they are moving yet again. The arguing outside seemed to fade and the misery set back in but that moved to fear as the arguing turned to shouting and screaming and then as soon as it started quiet. "Why did you not run," a voice almost whisphered. "I have no wish to keep these children from a home that would love them," The lid was removed and they could finally see two faces of unfamiliar dragons peer in, "I'm tired of slave trading and I'm sure these guys are too," The old flamescale muttered.

"Can you hear the sirens resound?
From the coastline of Ireland tonight
It's the song of a promising heart
Of the souls that the ocean unite

And she stands by the window alone
Staring into the rain
She is trying to guide his way home
From the waters that keep them apart"