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What was believed to be a mission to take down Sandstorm's worst enemy quickly turned to a wave of guilt and doubt as she started thinking to herself about the past and the things she had done - or rather, what her parents made her do. She was pinning a Stellarian guard against a wall with a sword pressed up against their neck. Her only friend was telling her that she should stop and think before she acted. Azuri clearly didn't want her to kill anyone, and she was seconds away from doing it.

Was this what she wanted? Did she truly enjoy killing dragons, or was there something else making her feel this way? She started thinking back to her mom and dad, constantly on the tip of their claws begging her to join the military forces. Her father was always the one that told her "If you kill him, I'll be happy." That's what Sandstorm just wanted from her family; to be recognized and noticed, for them to love her.

She didn't get much of that throughout her life. In fact, they always ignored her when it wasn't something related to the military or killing other dragons. They always believed that it was her destiny to be better than their grandfather, to pass the rankings to the very top. That's all they wanted from her, and nothing else. She knew that the military could give great advantages to their family, and considering they were happy when she proved to them she can do things nobody else could, she hoped that one day they would tell her that they were proud of her. So far, that has never happened once in her life, as the most significant things she had ever received were merely nods of approval. Her parents never even bothered with acknowledging her accomplishments half the time.

The thing about Sandstorm was that she didn't actually want to join the military. No matter how many times she told them, they ignored her. They only continued to pressure and told her that if she didn't do what they said, they would be sad and homeless and wouldn't be able to feed her. She had been so conflicted throughout her youth about what to do. She couldn't tell them no, and she most certainly couldn't leave. She was stuck with no way out, and it scared her. She always kept a smile and grin around other dragons, using her charming personality to hide her true emotions.

Because of her ability to mask her emotions quite adequately, no dragon had ever suspected that she was hurt inside and that she couldn't escape from the prison her parents kept her in. She had no choice but to kill, and not a single dragon had ever told her she didn't have to until Azuri came along. Azuri was the first of these dragons to tell her to be what she wanted, and not what she wasn't. She could only stand there and stare at the Stellarian in front of her, debating for the first time in her head what the right choice was. Now Azuri was telling her, "If you kill him, I won't be happy." That threw her into the endless loop in her head. Making others upset wasn't on her agenda, but now she had to choose. Would she really risk destroying the first friend she had made in years just to please her parents?

She felt her claw releasing the neck of the Stellarian. No. She thought to herself. I'm not going to kill anymore. My parents forced me to do this from the very start. They never cared about me. Why should I keep fulfilling their needs? She found herself staring at the floor, still stuck in the endless loop of thoughts in her head. She released the sword onto the floor as she backed away from the guard. Azuri finally said, "good..." He soon started to slowly approach Sandstorm with his claw out, but Sandstorm slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed, beginning to look around the room in terror. She spreads out her wings, getting ready to fly as she slowly shakes her head in revelation. "I'm... I'm a monster," she exclaimed in horror in her voice. Azuri shook his head, still trying to approach her. Sandstorm ignored Azuri as he tried speaking to her, trying to look around the hallway.

"You didn't know-" She heard him say before she once again slapped his claw away from her.

"Get away!" She cried out again, taking steps back from him. "I don't want to hurt anybody anymore... I'm sorry!" She finally used her wings to lift off from the ground and into the air. She turned around and started heading the way back she came from. She soared through the air and through the doorway. She heard Azuri cry out to her, but she didn't look back. She saw the knocked out guards on the back of the throne, flying over it and through the doorway of the throne room. She soared as high as her wings allowed her to, looking ahead as she felt tears streaming down her cheeks and eyes.

She raised a claw up and wiped the tears off. She wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could. Flapping her wings with intense force and speed as she started flying back to her home. She didn't want to go back there, but she had no choice. She needed to grab her things and leave. Whatever she could take with her, she must take them now before her parents take them away. She flew over the city and began to dive down toward the front of her house. She rushes inside and begins rustling through her stuff. She took out another set of armor pads and began putting them on.

She grabbed a backpack brom beside her dresser and started packing stuff inside before she heard a familiar voice walking through the doorway, pushing the doorway curtains away. "There you are..." Sandstorm turned around and noticed that it was her father. She looked up at him, fear beginning to creep up her spine. "Where have you been?"

He slowly began approaching her.

Sandstorm's claw clenched the backpack tightly. "What do you have there?" Sandstorm's father asked. She took a step back as her eyes stared up at him.

"It's none of your business," she finally snapped at him. Her father's eyes widened when he heard her talk back to him.

"What did you just say?"

His voice was growing irritated now, his ego being violated greatly.

"It's none of your business," she said again with a little bit more annoyance in her tone of voice. "I'm running away from this place, I'm going to find out who I really am. You can't stop me from doing so." She turned her head back forward and continued shuffling through her stuff. Her father rushed over to her and grabbed the backpack, pulling it away from her.

"Oh no you're not! You haven't proven to be a military soldier yet." Sandstorm stood up from sitting and approached her father.

"Give that back!" She cried out, jumping up and trying to grab the backpack from her father but ultimately failing as he kept raising it as high as possible from her. "Dad! Give it back or else!"

"Or what? What are you going to do, kill me? You wouldn't kill me, I was the one that trained you!" Sandstorm stopped jumping and saw herself staring up at her father. Eventually, she turned around and grabbed a knife from the counter. "Ha! A knife? You think a knife is going to do anything to me?" Her father chuckled as he looked down at her, reaching behind him and yanking out a sword. He threw the backpack behind him and held out the sword toward her. "Go ahead! See what you can do!"

Sandstorm stood there for a second, calculating her next moves carefully as she stared up at him. She only had one way to get through him, but it wasn't something she wanted to do, especially when Azuri's words still looped through her mind. "You messed with the wrong dragon!" Sandstrom exclaimed out loud, her eyes filled with anger. She jumped upwards and used her wings to lift herself from the floor. Her father raised the sword upwards, still aiming it straight at her, but her father was surprised when Sandstorm threw the knife toward the father's face. He dodged out of the way, letting it stab into the wall. Good! She thought to herself, It didn't stab him, now is my chance. She quickly jumped over to her father's left, getting behind him and grabbing her backpack.

Then, she turned and rushed out the door before he could notice her. The father turned around and noticed Sandstorm leaving the room. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, BRAT?!" The father started following after her, pushing the doorway curtains out of the way and grabbed her back ankles before she could fly away. He tried pulling her back toward him, but Sandstorm flapped her wings harder and used her back legs to kick her father off of her. "You're not leaving this family, you little brat!" She held up her backpack, closing it up and began using it to hit her father in the face.

"Let me go!" She screamed, the father's claws eventually slipping off of her. Sandstorm started to flap her wings harder, flying as fast as she could from her house. She wrapped the backpack around her back, glancing back to her father still standing on the ground. She remembered that her father couldn't fly anymore, his wings were too damaged, meaning that she was free! She was finally free from her parents. Even if she did stupidly decide to turn back around and go back home, her father would beat her to death. It was too late to turn back now, she needed to find somewhere safe.