“Freedom”

Lying in a large empty, plain room, was a small black dragon. It was simply laying there, chains tied to it’s wings and legs, keeping it in place. The dragon was staring at a sealed iron door, waiting. Waiting for any sign of life to appear. But his captors have been long gone. He had outlived them, with no food, no entertainment, no life.
The poor dragon was forced to lay there, in the slowly decaying building. And at last, after being motionless for years, the dragon gave a pull at one of the chains. It was yanked right out of wall, the dragon even beginning to outlive the building now. He grew a grin on his black scaled muzzle. Then he began pulling at all the other five chains. But none of them budged, leaving him to sigh. For hours upon hours; a significantly short time compared to his long, seemingly endless life; he just pulled at his restraints. And finally, late into that night, he got another leg free. But he gave up right after. He was exhausted, he hadn’t eaten in years. Sure, he didn’t have to eat. But it was a form of gaining energy, his only one besides rest. And thus, he quickly fell into sleep, despite his protests. It was his body’s natural reaction.

Two decades later, in a dark, cold room, a scaly black dragon awoke. He looked around, seeing his two forepaws free. Then he looked back behind him, seeing his hindpaws still chained to the wall. But, with a strong kick, he knocked one of the chains from the wall, the shattered remains of the restraint clinking as it hit the concrete floor. Then, finally, after what seemed like forever, the dragon stood up. He folded his wings and walked forward forcefully, pulling out the parts of the corroding wall with the rest of his chains. The he sighed, closing his eyes and getting to work on breaking off the chains with the strong steel door’s edge. After close to an hour of tedious work, the dragon was finally ridded of those horrid restraints. Then he began slamming his side into the door, slowly but surely denting it.
Soon, the dragon broke it down, grinning and stepping outside. Now, all that stood between him and his life was a single, nonexistent door, which he promptly walked through out into an odd surrounding. He was in a tropical jungle, a place that was new to him. He was born way up north, where it seemed to never be warm like it was now. But, he could care less. He was out. So, the majestic dragon spread his wings, bounding into the blue sky, flying away, free at last.



This is just a short story made for school. It was made for school, supposed to be about American literature and our freedom. We had many options, and a short story was one. So, I wrote this, as a personal piece about my freedom, mainly how we are free to do as we want. (E.g. write, post art online, and to play games.)