Ah well, I'm writing a story, I need a break from school sometimes, so, yea.

Little epilogue for it before part 1

Her eyes flicked around the dark room. It was small, no bigger than a small gardening shed. She hated it. They tortured her constantly, trying to get her to help. She always refused. And this was the result, being locked in an obsidian box for refusing. Claustrophobia, she was born to fly, so, they figured that she would hate small spaces. They were right.

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The dragon swooped, its eyes blazing with anger. four humans ran up to it, hitting it with their swords, axes and arrows. Whisper stood atop an obsidian pillar, before leaping down, and within a split second, she shoved one of the humans away. He gasped when he saw her. She killed him. The others hadn't noticed his disappearance until Whisper tackled another down and prepared to kill them. A flash of light erupted from where the dragon had been and her and the remaining three looked up to see the dragon dissipating.

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IT IS DONE

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Edit: I MEAN PROLOUGE