How long has it been since I lost my wings? My two talons have never once left the earth since then. My new scavenger companions taught me how to walk upright and it's been easier to traverse Pyrrhia since then, yet at the same time, I feel more vulnerable constantly looking up at the fiery skies paranoid of my kind attacking from above I don't know how these scavagers deal with it but at least it comforts me that I'm not alone in that fear.

I used to be the most feared warrior among my mudwing brethren I was able to rip enemies apart with my bear talons but ever since I became an Unsib in this all-consuming war my tribe considered me stubborn and prideful for not giving up my big wing status and joining another Sib family. But deep down I still needed a purpose and yet I was a BigWing without anyone to protect and provide for. In desperation I followed the rumors of a Dragon Scavenger Mercenary army led by one Dragon and Scavenger So I decided to seek them out and joined them to escape Mudwing society and rebuild my dream of becoming a BigWing again. Hearing My Dream The scavenger captain named Undauntable first had his scavenger army train me In unusual skills Like learning to speak Human and walking upright not only making me look bigger but using my natural strength to wield A large Claw a weapon that scavengers have been using since the scorching. He then tasked me as a big wing to look over one of his valuable scouts a scavenger named Bandit he stated that Bandit despises and Hates My kind refusing to fight or be near other dragons preferring to sleep far away from our camp. Our captains believes that he might betray us someday so my purpose was to Protect him and keep him in line I was even instructed to kill him If he did betray or sabotage Unduntables army in any way. I'm just hoping It doesn't come to that.

I Heard from other scavengers that the little bandit was kept as a pet by an Ice Wing for years it was a miracle he survived Since Ice Wings consider Scavengers as sweet morsels to be eaten and Even more so since he survived alone in the wilds after his "owner" released him. I don't blame the little bandit I've learned to fear my kind Ever since I lost my wings. I can't imagine what my enemies saw of me before I ripped them apart Or what of our Queens? living thousands of lifetimes seeing us as nothing but pawns and insects to swat.

At first, the little Bandit knew what was happening and instantly despised me seeing me as a looming executioner over his being. But as a Big Wing, all I saw was a scared Dragonet an Unsib that desperately needed a Big Wing to guide him. I persisted and over time his reluctance formed into trust solely because I lost my wings and couldn't snatch him up and fly away.

I am a foolish crippled Mudwing holding onto a fragile dream but at least for now I have a purpose and I will hold on to that no matter what.