death rising part 2, the outcast
#2 of death rising
"Wake up little one" two red dragons called out to Tretron. Their shapes betrayed that they were not of his tribe, although Tretron did not see, he had been laying here for over two weeks. He did not hunt or go out for a drink. The smell in the cave was unbearable, as it reeked of decomposing flesh. The crushed and shredded hatchlings made up for the cave floor next to the guts of their parents. The two dragons just came to the tribe to negotiate an exchange of hatchlings, since they had too many female dragons and this tribe to many males, but they only found death and destruction. This cave was an example of that, but they didn't suspect a young hatchling to be alive. He seemed to be weak and about to die, and his original scale colour was not visible under the blood from the slaughter. Tretron did not move his head, as he was too weak to move any limbs, only breathing and trying to stay alive, traumatized by the slaughter. The two dragons only had to look to each other to know what to do... They could not leave the little dragon here in the cold. They carefully moved him, trying not to hurt the hatchling. They took the hatchling with them, but what worried them was that the hatchling hadn't moved when he was grabbed by them. Was he aware of his surroundings? Did he even notice the other dragons? The answer was clear as they set Tretron down in their cave and he fall on the ground like a pudding.
Tretron was stirred awake by a small nuzzle poking his head. He opened his eyelids although they felt heavy, like lead. A small dragoness was sniffing Tretron, investigating him as an intruder of the cave. Her scales were black with red spiral marks covering her body and she was interested why this dragon slept in her cave for over 2 weeks without moving. The only thing he did was drink, if he was forced to, and eating some pre chewed meat. Her parent's told that they found this little dragon and that they must adopt him, and this little dragon was her brother now. She was quite scarred of him at first, he was covered with blood and guts and his smell was worse than an old dragon farting, after eating rotten meat. She was curious about this dragon, and after his scales where cleaned from the blood and guts, she had been less scared of him. The problem that frustrated her was that the dragon did not talk at all. He was more boring than one of her moral teachers' speeches about the hatchlings of today, and how they have no morals. The only thing she knew of him was that he lost his family, but she was not told how. Every time she asked her parents they cut her off by responding with "you don't need to know" or "something terrible". At night she heard the dragon struggling and talking in his sleep. What he said in his sleep reminded the young dragoness to an old verse she was told some time ago. "Amongst the heartless monsters you surround yourself with. Feeding off the pain and misfortune of others" where the only words she remembered of it, but she found it fitting. She always heard the dragon talking about something big and green, 'The monster' she referred to it. She focused her gaze to the little hatchling again; she felt something was different with this time. He was looking at her too, he was investigating her, mostly to know if she was a threat. Still it was a start. Now she could see if she could have a conversation with the dragon she must now call brother. "Hello little one" she began "What's your name? I am Mistica" she said cute and a little bit happy. If he became active again she would have someone to talk to. The answer didn't come instantly from the dragon, as he was first looking around to make sure he was safe. "I... I am T...Tretron" he said wondering if he should trust the dragoness. They were about the same size, but in age he could tell she was older than him. "Tretron, hm? That is a nice name" Mistica moved a bit closed to have a better look at Tretron, but he growled at her and backed away. "Shh, I am not going to hurt you" Tretron seemed to relax a bit but he was still on guard as Mistica came closer to him. "You are a cute one, little brother" as she smiled at him.
It has been a few weeks since Mistica and Tretron had met, and started talking to each other. Mistica got to know more about Tretron, but the reason why he was orphaned was still unknown to her. Every time she asked, Tretron would cry and she would need to hug him and cradle him to calm him. She could only guess what happened, but nothing prepared her for the truth when Tretron told her a week after she asked for the first time. It made her throw up at the awful detail, with Tretron's retelling of the slaughter. From that moment, she knew that Tretron bore a scar, not physically, but rather mentally. This trauma on Tretron had another effect too, and that was to the hatchlings in the tribe. His extravagant colour scheme and his paranoid behaviour made Tretron a prime target for bullying, while the same male dragons that bullied Tretron where trying to harass Mistica too. They all knew she was the only virgin dragoness at this moment in the tribe and they all wanted to claim her first heat. Unlike in Tretron's tribe where mates are often chosen for life, or a long period, in this tribe it was only for one nesting period. Meaning a dragoness in heat was not safe, as all the males tried to have their children with that dragoness. It made Mistica fell uncomfortable, but while Tretron was being bullied, he grew more protective of Mistica, since she was the only one who would talk to him.
Over the next few years, Tretron grew into his early teens, and began to mature. He was still bullied though, and he regularly got into fights was blamed for. While Tretron was in school, the dragons who bullied Tretron made, made his friends bully him too. Not as harshly as they did, but more subtle. Like when the hatchlings played family together and turned Tretron away with the excuse "You only can play if you have parent". It was then that Tretron met Tenetir. Tenetir was also a black dragon, only he was mixed into the group. He was friends with Mistica so he knew Tretron's past, and it made him unable to sleep for days. When he told his parents about it they said Tretron made it up to look interesting, but how a dragon of his age could make such a horrible, bloody story up with such details. It was like Tenetir was watching through Tretron's eyes, while his family was slain. Then Tenetir noticed, not only the children hated Tretron, but also the elders. The only times the teachers made the bullying stop, is when it interrupted the lesson, and even then, it was Tretron who got the blame. Tenetir never saw Tretron crying in public, but if he looked in the corner of his eyes, he would see Tretron crying, but only in the corner. If he looked at him Tretron, stopped and went back to doing his own stuff. Tenetir noticed another more fearful part of Tretron, with the amount of increasing fights. As time passed, Tretron grew older and more hardend, he began to resist the bullying. Once Tenetir thought he spotted Tretron sharping his tail blade, but he figured he was wrong, but what it was actually true. The amount fights grew bigger and Tenetir caught Tretron sharpening his tail blade more often. Once he was spying on Tretron and he saw how he cut the head of a deer off without any trouble, and then ate it like a beast. He also spotted Tretron practising attacks on dragon's weak points. Using stones as scales, Tretron trained to hit his opponents between their scale armour to do much more damage. Of course Tenetir reported this to the elders, resulting in Tretron having to stay inside during recess, but even that did not help. Tretron took a stone about two thirds the time of his weight between his legs and tried to fly. The teacher declared him crazy for trying and said it would never work, but after some weeks, Tretron flew away with the stone. The behaviour of Tretron was not unnoticed by the bullies. It was no longer possible to steal Tretron's food, or to bother Mistica with Tretron around.
Meanwhile, Mistica had stopped growing. She had a different mother than the rest of the dragons, making her a Draalkai instead, and Draalkai's did not grow very big. Tretron was already some heads taller than her, but in her eyes he always would be her little brother. Tretron began to notice a big change in the other male's behaviour around Mistica and he knew why. She was about to go into heat, and as the only dragoness of the tribe not taken, she would soon be in a lot of trouble. Now Mistica never left her brother's side, the only male she felt being safe with, and Tretron made sure everyone got a warning sign. As Tenetir noticed once in a fight when Tretron protected his sister, he saw that Tretron kept the fury to a minimum. He saw Tretron training before and realized Tretron could do so much more damage, and would be a tough challenge for most of the tribes elder warriors. Someday Tenetir knew, someday this would end up wrong.
"TRETRON!" Tretron's adoptive mother shouted, waking him up "Have you seen Mistica? She is not home!" It was 3 days before Tretron's big hatch day, the one marking him as adult. The disappearing of Mistica was a huge blow to his mood. He darted out to find her, but none the less it took him a good hour to find her, cold, covered in strange goo. The scent coming from her and the position which he found her, and being unconscious were obvious signs; she had been raped. The only time Tretron did not look out for her, was when he fell asleep, letting his guard down, which led his sister to be raped. He let out a powerful roar of rage, and a roar for help. He looked around and if he saw the rapist(s), he would kill them. The only dragons he saw though were the elders and his parents, looking at Mistica, and looking sad at the crime that took place. They said Mistica was not pregnant but they also said that they could not find the rapist(s). But Tretron knew who they were and it took only one little word to make him kill them.
It was then Tretron's hatch day, and he was not in a good mood. He was filled with sorrow and pure anger. Although a lot of dragons came to this big day, none talked to Tretron besides his bullies, that only went to humiliate him on his hatch day. Tretron did not let himself get his ass kicked and made just as painful comment back to the bullies. It ended with a comment of one bully, one little sentences that made a death mark on them; "That sister of you was a good slut, I enjoyed raping her" he tried to use Tretron's sister to break Tretron. If they only knew what they just done, but they didn't. They laughed at him, and that was it, Tretron's mind when into feral mode. He gazed at his tormentors. "What did you say!?" he asked growling. "That we enjoyed raping that little bitch!" the bullies laughed, but it died quickly - as did all the other conversations in the cave- as Tretron's tail blade went for the kill, cutting deep along the belly of the closest bully. It was a wonder that he didn't hit any organs, because you could see the bully's internal organs. Everyone was shocked at Tretron. This was not the Tretron they knew, this was a dragon that was ready to kill out revenge, and revenge is a dish best served hot. The bullies darted away from Tretron, but they could not out run the fury behind them. Tretron dismembered one bully with his tail blade and jaws, and almost cut the tail off from the other bully before the warrior dragons pinned the furious Tretron against the ground. Even doing that made their bodies get more battle scares then from every battle they had been in the past.
It took the dragons six hours to calm Tretron enough so that he could be locked away by his parents, who were shocked the most of Tretron's fighting. That monster was not their Tretron right? This could not be happening, but it was. Badly hurt, the other dragons where taken to a medical dragon, but the one Tretron took first with his tail blade did not survive the attack. He died in the arms of his parents, his belly had gotten infected by a deadly virus when it was opened to the air. The other two dragons were only missing some limbs, one a leg and the other, a tail. Although their recovery was slow it was getting better for them. The elders saw no choice, they must kill the monster that did this, but it was impossible. Once they got Tretron on the plains and wanted to execute him, he escaped with a final fight. The only one who followed was Mistica, she would never leave him and the tribe was horrible. She wanted to be free and not to think of anymore males. This was the start of the death, this is the start of two dragons, a runner and an outcast. Little did the tribe knew that Tretron was a name they would soon hear again, little did they know that Tretron would come back...