Crimsonscar

A red glow shone from the pitch-black room. Crimsonscar entered slowly, tracking her movements making sure she would make the right impression. Her beautiful white feathers glowed red in the light, and as she moved, other feathers got a chance. Finally making it in the room, a desk comes into sight. Sitting in the chair behind it is a pure red imperial dragon. The light reflected off this dragon's scales, making him appear like a deathly disco ball. Stopping a tail length away from the dragon, he starts to speak.
"I see you have completed your task," spoke the dragon. His eyes glanced at the bloodstain on her upper lip, and smiled faintly. Crimsonscar only nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on her talons. "Perfect. You are ready for the final test."
The dragon rose from his chair, light bouncing off solid red scales. Passing Crimsonscar, he gave her a snarl and she started to follow. He opened the door with a keycard that was on a lanyard around his neck, and staying close by, Crimsonscar was able to make it out with swift movement. Looking around at the scarred wasteland, she took a deep breath, realizing that there was no going back. Following her leader into the air, they took off towards the heart of the land. Few lairs were built in Rotrock Rim, for it was too close to the Wound for many to live a comfortable life. Soon, a whole new area appeared, one Crimsonscar had never seen before. The stench was close to unbearable, the heat... scorching. The bones jagged, the rim corrupted. Before them, the cause of it all, the Wound stood. They landed about fifty feet away from the pool and without warning, she was shoved twenty feet closer. This caught her by surprise and she fell onto her knees.
"Plaguespreader?" asked Crimsonscar hesitantly, glancing back at him to check she was a safe distance away.
"What!," yelled the dragon, in a sneer.
"Do you believe I can actually do this? I mean, I-"
"No."
Crimsonscars expression slowly turned from hesitant to shocked in less than a second.
"I'm sorry almighty one, but um... did I- did I hear you correctly? I must be mistaken but did you just say no?"
He didn't reply for a few seconds, for he was messing with his watch. It was coated in what seemed to be blood, mainly covering the gold exterior. When he finally answered, he was smiling grimly.
"Indeed."
Plaguespreader twisted the clock on his watch, setting a timer, and took off.
"WAIT! WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T DO IT?" she screamed. Trying to follow her leader in a frenzied scramble, talons suddenly tore into her tail, dragging Crimsonscar backward. Screaming in pain, she looked behind her to see dragons crawling out from the Wound. With closer inspection, she noticed that they were un-dragon like, with multiple eyes, or had jagged teeth with melted faces.
In utter shock and searing pain, Crimsonscar couldn't move. She could only gape at what was unfolding in front of her. Hundreds more of the creatures climbed their way out, moaning in agony. Blood started pooling around her, and soon she was under a pile of them. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't scream for help. All she could do was lay. Lay in piercing pain. Lay while being torn alive. Lay while boiling pots of the Wounds' liquid was poured on top of her. This was most definitely the end. Or though she once thought.
Suddenly thousands of thoughts flooded her mind. Dark, horrible, and evil thoughts. These thoughts took her over. Controlled her.
Newfound strength flooded through her veins. Her teeth grew sharp. Her eyes multiplied. Glowing green bumps starting forming on her now crimson red feathers. There was no stopping the transformation. This was who she was. This who she would always be. Forever. Claws kept tearing at her flesh. She didn't care. She had been betrayed. She would seek revenge. This is not over, she thought as she was dragged into the giant Wound. She grinned.
I will find you. And I will kill you.

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