Brotherhood (Taster.).
#1 of Brotherhood
Just a short taster for Brotherhood, my newest series of blood, betrayal, fighting, sex (Duh ;).) and a few other awesome topics. Feel free to rate, fave and watch if you want and I hope to post more of this and my other serises in the near future.
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Note: All characters are feral dragons.
It was then that I lost all hope, I'd been betrayed by my own commander, my comrade who'd pulled me from the dirt on the battlefield and inspired me to fight when my body told me to flee. When Voretuum, my commander for whom I'd follow orders without question, held my throat in his claws with his mortal enemies flanking him as brothers, I felt my heart sink and my world darken; I knew I would not be one of the lucky ones to be executed, worked to death or even die from the random beatings, Voretuum would not let it happen.
Instead I was shoved into a mass cage with at least twenty others; I quickly learned I was in D Wing, one which had a reputation for severe harshness and despair. In the bleakness I found somebody I could trust, somebody whom carried a certain spark which made me look to him as hope reborn.
"Stick him in with this lot, no room anywhere else." One of the Downreach guards said from somewhere in front of me, I was blindfolded and could only feel myself being dragged along by two others. With my sight removed from me, I could only smell the scent of many hoarded together along with blood and sweat; there wasn't much sound I could connect the scents too, only the odd sound of claws on stone and the occasional pained or exhausted groan.
"We have been ordered to drop him in the Bound Section." The guard to my right said, causing me to shift a little as I began to wake.
"No room, Bound Section is overstocked; too many move their personal toys there. Drop him here and, when one of the Bound Ones dies, we'll throw him there ourselves." The guard in front of me ordered. Suddenly my blindfold was ripped off me and the next second I was falling before landing with a hard thud on the stone floor. Groaning from fatigue and the blunt pain of the impact, I rolled onto my back and looked up. I was in a cage built into the floor with six different sections; most sections contained five or more dragons, it was hard to tell from this perspective, but mine only contained me and two others.
Above me, like they were looking down on me from the heavens, I saw the three guards; they had unfocused eyes, I was simply one of a hoard now and not an individual. They moved out of sight and that was the last I saw of somebody free for a while.
Looking around, I saw my inmates, many sleeping or lying on the ground with still eyes; their minds removing them from their bodies to happier times. Nobody spoke, nobody moved or looked when I was dropped in and it was obvious nobody cared. The cell smelt of many being forced into cramped captivity, but I couldn't place the scent of blood in this cell, and the smell of work and sweat was present but it was not overwhelmingly strong however it was still present.
Slowly rolling onto my stomach and looking at the two dragons in my section of the cell for guidance, I felt like somebody who had caused a scene and was unwelcome, but I then saw not even they cared.
One was jet black like myself and had his upper back up against the bars dividing each section, his wings spread on the wall and floor with his eyes shut; he was asleep and dreaming of his childhood back home with his mother and father whom wouldn't let harm come to him or his siblings, and yet here he lay with red cuts and scars covering his back, neck and face.
The other was bright red, like a beacon. The red one was awake and lay on his side, half curled up. His red eyes were sharp and darker than his body, but I knew those eyes were one of love and care for his fellow brothers in chains. He had black markings running over from left to right on his body, each mark didn't meet on his underside but his back looked totally striped by the patterns around his neck and body, his wings also had stripes on the sides which faced each other. As I looked upon him, I didn't know whether to feel disheartened that even a soul like he didn't have the fortitude to help me up or whether to feel sorry for giving him somebody else to worry about.
He lowered his gaze to the floor as we looked at each other, as if to apologise for his not coming to my aid, but I understood.
Suddenly, a blue male from the section next to ours nuzzled his shoulder and he looked over to the blue; a boy, barely old enough to join an army, but here he was with broken warriors and slaves.
The red male nuzzled him back and I heard him speak; his voice was hushed and quiet, eager not to disturb the silence of the cell, but at the same time it had the caring tone of a protective older brother but not of a father.
"You're going to be alright, ok? I'll take you home to your mother and stay for tea to make sure you're safe, alright?" The red asked. The blue was suddenly turned to silent tears from his closed eyes and nodded, before pulling his snout back through the bars and curing up to sleep again.
Looking back to me, I saw the compassion in the red's eyes; he didn't care for himself, he cared for those who had lost those who cared for them and for those who had nobody left to take them home.
Slowly getting to my feet, barely able to stand in the tight cage, I moved a step closer to him and sat down in front of him like a child seeking guidance without words.
He lifted his wing and said nothing; I edged closer and found myself curling up alongside him, but not with him. He lay his wing down atop me and I felt safe, I felt like somebody cared.
It was only now I realised the silence in full, talk had no place here; the love shared between brothers was all this place had to offer, and I counted myself lucky to be dropped alongside such a caring brother.
By this point, everything had changed in my life and I realised in a world like this only those built of true honour would stand their ground, unlike those whose loyalties could shift like sand in a desert wind. As I lay in the cell, it gave me a chance to think back over my experiences of this war so far but, of course, you want to hear my story from the start don't you? Come, sit and listen, my story is one you may just be glad you heard.